This is my first try at writing a fanfiction. I've had this idea for a long time and have finally decided to publish it. In this story we will delve into the life of Alex Black, hot-headed, stubborn younger sister of our favorite werewolf. Read and review if you would be so kind, tell me what you guys think! Like it? Hate it? Love it? Should I keep uploading? Let me know! Again, this is my first time, and I accept all criticism and/or opinions. I'd really like to know what you guys think.

Disclaimer: I, of course, do not own any of the Twilight characters depicted in my story, aside from my own OCs.

Another disclaimer: My characters curse, a lot. lol So if foul language from our main characters and friends bothers you, I would suggest you don't continue.

Same shit, different day.

ONE

The walk to school was a short, but painful one. I wasn't ready for winter break to be over. I needed more time to sleep and do nothing. And by looking up at the faces of the boy on either side of me, I could tell that they agreed. Both boys had heavy bags under their eyes, their sluggish steps a few behind my own. Joshua Uley, who was usually all soft round cheeks and bright brown eyes, looked down at the broken pavement as he walked and talked in a hushed voice to the other boy. Each blink he took slightly longer than the one before. If he kept this up he'd run right into a pole, and I'd let him. He was one of my best friends. Our fathers were both elders of our tribe, which was just a fancy old timer way of saying they were a few of the leaders of our community. And being as our fathers were also best friends, and Josh and I are only two months apart in age, we took our first steps in the same home, said our first words around the same time, and held onto each other when his father and my mother died when we were about five years old. Yup, me and Josh have been besties since pampers.

The six foot boy on the other side of me chattered away as we got closer and closer to our eight hour prison. Tristan Lake, looking just as tired but trying to hide it behind his signature smirk. But he couldn't hide the tired way his shoulders slumped, his pale skin. Well, paler than usual. Tristan had moved to the Rez with his very white, very happy mother when he was about eight years old. People sometimes treated him differently because he was not all Quileute, but he never let it upset him. Even as a kid when he was introduced into our class he still smiled his crooked smile and introduced himself with pride as all of the other reservation kids -and even our teacher- looked on at his pale skin and hazel eyes in confusion. That very same day, I was late to lunch and saw that a couple of school bullies had Josh backed into a corner. His face was red with anger and fear, his slight frame curled up in anticipation as one of the bullies waved his fist around and spit threats at him. I'd run to them, pushing my way through the bigger boys to stand in front of my friend. They begun to tease me, pulling at my long pigtails and poking at Josh's too big glasses. And just as I'd cocked an arm back ready to pound one of the jerks, Tris'd stepped in and put a stop to the bullies; quickly putting them in their place with slick words and barely concealed hostility. He scared the piss out of them, which had made me like him immediately. And when Josh and I'd thanked him for sticking up for us, he just smirked and thanked us for not looking at him as if he were a freak. From then on out the three of us stuck together; the outsider, the geek, and the tomboy.

We weren't so little anymore; Josh hit a growth spurt around the summer of 8th grade. Muscles grew and filled him out into a lean but strong 5'10, though he still wore glasses. At least they fit now. He loved his books, and he loved his video games. He was usually the sound of reason in our trio, trying to keep us out of trouble as best as he could over the years. His silver tongue got us out of a lot of sticky situations. Tristan and his mother started to become less and less of a big deal as time went on. And I mean, even though it was still seen as abnormal for a Quileute to marry outside our race, it was hard not to like Mrs. Lake with her big warm smile and bright green eyes. Even after Mr. Lake passed away after a horrible accident a few years after their move to the Rez she never stopped being the warm and friendly person she was. Tris quickly grew to tower over most guys our age, taking on any sport you threw at him with ease. He did it all, basketball, football, baseball, even soccer. And though he started to become more and more popular throughout school, and annoyingly with the girls, he never acted differently towards me or Josh.

I didn't change much. I grew, but my 5'6 compared to my best friends' heights, and my brother Jacob's huge for no reason 6'7 was nothing. I outgrew the pigtails, and usually wore my thick shoulder length black hair up into a ponytail like I was today. And I still preferred my jeans, kung fu movies, t shirts, kick ass personality, and comfortable sneakers to skirts and lip gloss and rainbows and unicorns. Ugh, no way. Over the past two years I've seen high school start to change the girls I've known. Turning them into boy crazy idiots who worried more about what people thought of their hair than what they thought of themselves. And because I was different -and usually only hung out with Josh and Tris- I would catch other girls glaring daggers at me. Like I cared.

Alexandria Black is intimated by no one.

"Alex! Hello, earth to Alex!" An annoyed voice called, pulling me from my reverie.

"Huh? What! I was listening!"

"You so weren't. What'd I just say to Josh then?" Tris challenged, a knowing gleam in his eyes, a smirk plastered on that stupid face of his.

We'd made it to the school and were standing just off to the side of the staircase leading to the double doors under the big letters 'La Push High School'.

"Oh leave her be, Tristan. You know she wasn't listening." Josh said. "Drifting off there are we Alex?"

"Shut it, Uley. I was just thinking about how tired you two dorks look! You've no room to talk, you're barely standing up straight!" I laughed, shoving him in the opposite direction and making him stumble into a girl walking alongside her friend with bouncing brown curls and a skirt that may as well have been a belt. I wondered if she knew it was January.

She shot us a dirty look.

Tris and I burst into laughter as Josh mumbled an apology to the girl, his face turning dark with blush.

"Jeez, Alex! I could have knocked the girl over!" Josh exclaimed, trying to hide his laugh with a cough as the girl looked back at us again with a glare.

I laughed louder as Tris made obnoxious kissing noises in the girl's direction.

"And she wonders why all the girls hate her in school." Tris said, wiping a stray tear from one of his eyes.

"Nah, they hate me because I don't have a stick up my ass like the rest of them!" I said, hopefully loud enough for the princess to hear. "That, and the fact that I'd rather hang around you two dweebs than sit in a circle talking about Ricky Forge's butt."

"Dude, I could have gone my entire life without that mental image." Josh said in disgust at the same time Tris said, "They talk about his butt? Do you think girls talk about my butt?"

I laughed and rolled my eyes, pulling my two best friends toward the large double doors.

Once inside the building me and the boys made our way to our lockers. First Josh's, then Tris', and lastly my own. Talking about all the stupid things we did over winter break. Like the time we walked a trail in the forest that forever surrounds La Push and Tristan accidentally woke up a hibernating skunk and got sprayed. His mom lost it when we brought her foul smelling son back to her home, waving a broom at him and making him stay in the small shed beside their home until the smell passed. Or the time we stayed up for literally almost 24 hours watching bad kung-fu movies until we all passed out on my living room floor. When I had finally awoke my brother was standing over the three of us, his face a hard mask of disapproval and anger as he looked at Tris' arm draped across my midsection in sleep.

"Man, I swear the stare he was shooting me woke me out of my damn sleep!" Tristan said, subconsciously rubbing the spot on his arm Jake had punched him in. "I'm lucky to be alive."

"You know how protective Jacob is," Josh had his nose in his phone as he walked, poking away at some video game. "You're lucky he didn't rip your arm clean off."

We'd just reached my locker. I rolled my eyes as I put in my combination and yanked the door open with a little more force than necessary. "Protective my ass, he actually has to be around for him to be protective."

Both boys gave me sympathetic looks, which only served to aggravate me more. I barely saw my dad or Jake these days; they were always running off leaving me home alone, sometimes for days on end, with nothing more than some food money and the occasional sticky note taped to the fridge with some lame ass excuse about La Push 'responsibilities'.

Thinking about my family, or the fact that sometimes it felt like I barely had one, started to put me in a bad mood. I barely caught onto whatever pity filled response Josh was throwing my way.

". . . hate it, but come on Alex. You know they love you. Sam is the same way with me. Sure it sucks but we've gotta learn to play with the hand we're dealt." He finished, a forlorn look in his eyes as he spoke of his older brother.

I snorted as Tris chuckled and said, "Yeah, yeah we're all pitiful losers no one wants around. Josh will you come on? The bell's gonna ring soon and if you insist I try my hardest to pass a class I could give a damn less about, let's at least get there on time."

I laughed at the reproachful look Josh shot Tristan before he shook his head and smirked in my direction. "Yeah we'd better go, see you at lunch Alex." He said, giving me a half hug with the arm he wasn't using to hold his books before walking off. Tris tugged on the end of my ponytail and began walking backwards beside Josh, letting out a chuckle as I gave him the finger.

I hope the dork falls. I thought bitterly to myself.

Now that I'd started to think about my brother and dad I just couldn't for the life of me shake the dejected mood I'd found myself in. It wasn't fair. Things hadn't always been like this and, though I'd rather swallow my own tongue than say it aloud, I missed how things used to be. My brother had always been a very strong and consistent part of my life. He helped my dad with raising me a lot after Mom had passed, as I'd imagine keeping up with a five year old is trouble enough without the fact that he'd been wheelchair bound since I was born. Every event, whether it be school related or track related, Jacob was there cheering me on whenever my dad was unable. He was there through all the cuts and scrapes and awkward girl phases and he dealt with it all in stride. I'd always adored my older brother, looking up to him and trying my best to make he and my father proud. Even taking after his love of mechanics, enjoying each and every lesson he'd given me. By the time I was thirteen I could build a dirt bike from scratch.

But that all changed about two years ago. Jacob had reconnected with an old friend; A girl from Forks named Bella. Our father and hers had always been close friends. I faintly remembered spending afternoons with dad, Jake, and the gruff man with the gravely voice and his pale daughter. She'd moved back to Forks from living with her mom or something, and the moment she did my world got turned upside fucking down. Don't get me wrong I had nothing against the girl-in the beginning anyway. Sure Jake started acting all googly eyed over her, and all I heard was 'Bella Bella Bella' all damn day, but if Jake was happy so was I. I even expected them to start dating after a while, but she ended up getting with some uppity rich kid from the city and broke my brother's heart. And if that wasn't enough to piss me off, she basically ditched him afterward. I'm talking about completely cut him off. And I had to sit back and watch as Jake crumbled to pieces.

His infatuation gave way to sadness. Which gave way to depression. Which gave way to these . . . mood swings. He would go days without even speaking, then one day he'd snap at me or my dad out of the blue, then disappear into his room for hours and emerge as if nothing had happened. He'd become furious to the point of trembling like all the time. It only got worse over time until one night dad -in a weirdly calm voice- told him he should go stay with Sam Uley for a few days after one of his outbursts. And when he finally came home I looked at him . . . and it was like looking at a stranger. The big goofy smile I'd been accustomed to wasn't there, in it's place was an unreadable mask . . . The warmth in his eyes was replaced by a hatred so strong I'd cringed away from him, fearing it was aimed at me. In front of me stood a stoic, distant, almost cold person I barely recognized. I'd questioned my dad about it but he acted as if nothing had changed. As if my brother hadn't turned into this completely different person. Jacob stopped spending time with me all together, and I eventually stopped trying to get him to tell me what'd happened, what'd I done to deserve to get shut out so completely. He spent all of his time either with Sam and his new group of friends, or sleeping. I stopped trying so hard in school and quit track. There was no point in really trying when there was no one there to cheer you on. I mean, Josh and Tris tried to be there for me as much as they could but I couldn't and wouldn't expect to be coddled when they had their own lives. My dad turned all of his attention that wasn't on the community to my brother, and I was left to my own devices. My bitterness turned into hatred for a certain brown haired girl from Forks. If Bella hadn't shown up and ruined everything I would still have my brother, my father wouldn't have to worry so much about Jake that he barely noticed when I was in the room.

I wouldn't be so alone.

"Bella fucking Swan." I murmured, slamming my locker closed and heading off to my first class of the day.

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