Greeting, readers! Simplylovely here, the girl with too many story ideas to function, and my next fan fiction adventure resides in the Twilight fandom.

Now, if any of you have been with me since the Beginning Days, I've tackled this fandom before with an OC story (fyi, this isn't that story revised. Sorry.) but I've unfortunately deleted it because in my opinion, didn't think it was my best writing as I was a newcomer to the wondrous world of Fan Fiction at the time. And..I think I've gotten better since then..I hope.

Now, how this all came about. I've recently gotten back into Twilight (not a hardcore fan like in my preteens) thanks to rewatching the movies with my mom one day. And boy, did the plot bunnies hit me unexpectedly like a freight train! So, I thought I'd give it another go and try my best to make an OC story that isn't Marysue-ish or self-insert like a lot that's in this category (Not bashing on all of them! Some are actually very good but there are still those few ya'know..)

Anyway, here's the first chapter! -Lovely

What you need to know: This story will be following the storyline of the movie Twilight with my OC's involvement so expect some AU elements (i.e. my OC isn't gonna fall madly in love with Eddie right away and HE. WILL. NOT. SPARKLE. Just so ya know right off the bat).

-The Wilderness

-Paring(s): Edward/OC

-Rating: T for mild language, violence, and some adult situations

-Movie-based

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. The characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. I only own any OCs introduced.

Chapter One:

"Mama, I'm Leaving Home"

(Chapter Song: Normal by Foo Fighters)

Logan International as always was filled with Boston locals and visitors coming and going about their business. So many didn't really notice the two women seated in the waiting area with no one around them in the otherwise crowded section. A mother who looked through her phone with a nettled expression and her seventeen year old daughter, looking bored as she sipped from her ice coffee from Starbucks.

That was because of the dark atmosphere pouring from them like scorching heatwaves. So many didn't really notice until unfortunately getting too close. Then the unsettled feeling would hit the person like a force field; a dazed but scared expression crossing their face. The young woman involved watched behind the protective tinted glass of her round framed Ray Bans as the man or woman quickly fled in fear of something ominous happening if they chose to stay any longer. The rest at a safe distance would sneak curious or frighten glances their way.

A breath of relief stuck the girl each time when they did.

"Yeah, run. Be afraid. Don't get caught in the shit storm with me."

Because Cyan and Natalia Warren were at an awful stalemate. The silent tension going on between the two was unbearable and it almost crackled visibly in the air, threatening to turn into an actual lightning storm any minute.

Curious, brown eyes glanced over towards the large windows then. Sure enough, the once pretty sunset of vibrant purple and orange tones were replaced completely with muted gray; the telltale sign of an oncoming storm. The two again were obviously the cause and didn't care what occur to the outside world at the moment..well, one of them didn't.

The temporarily stuck teen slumped in her seat. "I really hope this doesn't delay my flight." After that thought, the older woman beside her decided to address her at last, breaking the dangerous fifteen minute silence.

"Honey, let's forget about all this." Her voice and words came out sounding sugary sweet but Cyan easily saw through the act. The seething hidden under her cool pristine makeup covered face. "Come with me on my trip instead. We'll make it a mother-daughter getaway vacation. That'll be more fun, right?"

Her daughter sighed with a firm shake of her raven haired head. "It would..if under other circumstances. But you already gave your word about this, so there's no take backs. I'm going."

"This is ridiculous, you going away at such an important time in your life." Natalia stated, fully agitated. 'There's the mother I know', thought the girl in a dead tone. "You should be staying home with me so I can ready you."

"A home you yourself are never at anymore." she noted to herself while aloud stressed for the hundredth time it seemed. "Which is exactly what I need to get away from, mother. I need..normal for once."

She warily peered over at her only parent then. Natalia Warren was forty-seven but didn't look a day over thirty. While Cyan took more after her late father, personality-wise, her pretty physical features were similar to that of her mother's except for her natural jet black hair instead of salon-made dirty blonde. Her dark brown eyes as well which she shared with her deceased parent. That was all the two really had noticeably in common. Well, their strong impeccable fashion sense was another.

At the moment, Cyan sat in a black peplum top and leather jeggings with stiletto ankle boots to complete the outfit. Her mother was dressed to impress as well; a white tuxedo jacket over a yellow chiffon blouse and black boot-cut pants with four-inch pumps.

The duo gave off the idea that they were headed to Milan Fashion Week..well, her mother was. Fashion was her mother's lifeblood. A well-know designer catering to various celebrities and other rich folks since before Cyan was even born. While Cyan shied unsuccessfully from the limelight, Natalia craved it desperately. Image was everything to her, especially reputation which was another part of the reason the woman didn't want her to leave. People will talk, whispering shamefully behind her back or worse, within earshot. How she couldn't reign in her liberated child or ingrain the importance of the girl's foretold destiny.

And that woman could be so many things too—pleasant and charming in front of company, sweetly persuasive when wanting things her way or the opposite, cold and calculating.

But the person the teenager saw often was the strict, Mommie Dearest-esque persona. Maybe there was a time when her parent was a kinder person—the one her father, Evan Swan, fell in love with once upon a time—but not anymore.

Usually, her father would shield her from the various abuse the woman chose to deliver, playing the mediator. But since his tragic, unexpected passing, she'd been unguarded for the past five years to the point she wished to leave even if for a short amount of time. So, tiptoeing on fragile eggshells, the young woman asked every now and then if she could live out the rest of her high school years with her uncle on the other side of the United States until her mother surprisingly relented.

The woman sighed heavily, struggling to control her temper while in public. "There's that word again. Normal." She all but hissed the word like it was a dirty expletive for a person's privates. "Our life's can never be that and you know it. You might as well face facts, Cyan. We are—"

Her daughter wasn't having it anymore. If she stayed a second longer listening to the same crap over again, she'd really miss her flight out. Maybe..that's what her parent was secretly trying to do, she thought bitterly.

"You can't stop me. For once I want control over my fate even if for a little while. That's why I'm going to Washington." Her stubborn child grabbed her shoulder bag off the seat next to her and stood. She turned to meet her mother's gaze again with what she hoped was a strong glare. "And I don't want you secretly watching me either because I'll sense it. Stay out of my life while I'm there and respect my wishes. Goodbye."

With that, she stormed off into the crowded airport towards the direction of the gate for the one-way travel from Boston to Seattle. The fashion designer's jaw tighten in irritation as her bright green eyes watched her silently disappear in the bustling crowd.

"Remember..let her have this." an inner voice told her in a soft tone. As if Natalia was a toddler that needed reassuring coddling. "..She'll see the error of her so-called dreams soon."

That brought a wicked and pleased smile to her dark cherry red-painted lips.

Other than needing freedom from her overbearing mother, Cyan decided for her to live a truly conventional lifestyle like she wished going either out or across the country was her best bet. At first, she thought of asking her friend Becca if she could stay with her in London but she was coming back home soon around the time. Then she remembered, after chastising herself for forgetting, her good-hearted uncle. Charlie Swan, the Chief of Police to a small and once flourishing lumber town called Forks found in Washington that was currently home to over three thousand people.

Charlie was her late father's younger brother. When nervously calling him to ask if she could stay, Cyan thought he would say no right away but he hadn't. He knew well how her mother was, always surprised that his older sibling had stayed with her as long as he did until his untimely death. He believed it was only because of the now young woman who his brother loved dearly and didn't wish to abandon.

So, he was more than welcoming to let her live with him for the time being since it was only him in his house. Her uncle divorced several years ago with his former wife, Renée and was still single. 'Too busy looking after a whole town to have a love life at the moment', he jokingly told her over the phone. During their short marriage, they had her cousin named Isabella, or Bella as she preferred nowadays. The two girls had been born in the same year—Bella being the oldest by a month—even though her parents were married for two years already before Bella's.

Unknowingly to her, the man was eager to have Cyan around after so long apart. She was his favorite and only niece, remembering all the fun the girls and he and his brother used to have in the summer. As he waited for her outside the airport in Seattle at five in the morning, he sleepily wondered if she still liked the idea of fishing or watching sports games on tv so maybe then the transition of living with him would go smoothly. He was a man of few hobbies after all.

Having a woman—a young teenage one—was a whole new experience for Charlie after being alone for so long. Unfortunately, Bella rarely visited anymore for he didn't get the privilege to know what to do beforehand. Talking over the phone with her, Cyan seemed like the respectable kid he once remembered. But once she was there would be the true reveal of her personality. Would his niece now be rebellious and rambunctious or 'it's not a phase' type? His earlier nervousness came flooding back.

Well, he didn't have much to worry about upon seeing her at last. With his brown eyes that shared with her, Warren could be quickly mistake for a twenty-something year old from her ensemble and presence, giving immediately an air of maturity as well. He caught a few men around blatantly appraising her appreciatively which caused him to glare protectively, ready to make an arrest if one chose to get handsy. But she didn't give them the time of day as the young woman hurried over with her heavy suitcases.

Once in front of him and his police car, she bent down and dropped them with a tired huff before straightening, brushing some fallen strands from her heart-shaped face. The teen was almost his height in her heels; Charlie being six foot and her five-nine without.

She grinned, seeming to brighten the air around them. "Ready to blow this popsicle stand, uncle Charlie?" He grinned back fondly. The greeting was something his sibling used to say.

"Yeah, let's go, kiddo." he answered naturally. Yeah, everything would turn out just fine.

After exchanging a common conversations of 'how are you' or 'how's life treating you', the hour long drive grew quiet since neither knew what else to discuss after not really seeing each other in five years though having once been close. Meaning the relatives didn't want to say the wrong thing first and ruin the reforming relationship before they even made it into town.

"Talking on the phone was so much easier.." they both thought awkwardly.

So during the silence, Cyan took in her new surroundings.

Forks was a deary place, under the constant cover of clouds and rain, but it was one of the details that she loved instantly upon seeing. It was the complete opposite of Boston with the tallest thing being the old pine trees than the buildings. The forest and the mountains called to her, welcoming her like a dear old friend immediately. The young woman knew then she would find great peace there. Which meant she didn't have to worry about becoming randomly homesick seeing as she didn't have many close friends expect for one who was currently on the other side of the Atlantic; plus her poor relationship with her mother.

She'd been staring fixated out the window, taking in the sights of the town to familiarize herself when her uncle finally spoke again.

"Your hair's longer." Yes, it wasn't the most intriguing observation since the man could easily have chose to ask about her few tattoos he spied on her instead. But her hair—which was shoulder-length when he last visited Boston—to him seemed like a safer bet and judging from the slight teasing smirk on the young woman's face, she didn't mind at all or took offense.

Brown eyes looked at him, nodding in confirmation. "Yeah, I grew it out since the last time you saw me. Good eye."

"Thank you." he smiled back, relaxing now. Her smirk changed to a soft smile upon seeing so.

"He must have been thinking of that for awhile." she realized kindly.

It was long before the police car parked in front of his house. It was a white two-story cottage styled home which he lived in for the past seventeen years. Stepping out of the police car, Cyan observed the place. Like her uncle, it too was still the same—down to the familiar white paint job and bare mossy trees decorating the small front yard—after all the long distance apart. She used to also visit for two weeks in the summer as a kid after the man's divorce when Bella would come but it had unfortunately been years.

But no longer were their two imaginative little girls running wildly around or sneaking into the trees across the home. Where reality was left behind the moment they disappeared within the tree line to be replaced temporarily with fantasy. A particular saccharine memory of seven year old Bella and Cyan pretending to be fairies in Never land came to mind then, causing her to smile a bit mournfully. Why couldn't life stay like that? Stuck in naivety and child-like innocence and far from the harsh truths life really had to throw at someone.

She frowned. "Great. Mother's made me dismal." When the reminiscing pushed aside for the time being, she followed Charlie inside which sorta read 'homely bachelor pad' and upstairs to the room she would be staying in. Most of her belongings from back in Boston were already there waiting in boxes, having been sent over beforehand.

"I've cleared some shelves off in the bathroom." her uncle informed as they walked down the small hallway and pointed to said room at the end. Cyan nodded, peering briefly at the few photos and framed paintings decorating the walls.

"Don't worry, I don't have too much bathroom items. Plus, I'll keep most of the really feminine stuff in my room so you don't feel overtaken."

"That's greatly appreciated but really it's fine." Charlie reassured, leading her through the open doorway on the left and next to his own. "Here's Bella's old room. She won't mind you staying in here."

"Yeah, I told her about my coming." his niece mentioned, nonchalantly looking about the decent sized bedroom. It was as if she stepped into a time capsule—from the bulletin board tacked with various childhood items the cousins made throughout the years and polaroids to the old game of Twister on the dresser—with a few small but new additions. Her last summertime visit in there consisted of sleeping on the floor in a Little Mermaid sleeping bag with the other girl. "She's cool with it."

The police Chief looked a tad surprised but relieved by that bit of information. "You two still close, huh?" The young woman gave a half shrug. The teenagers still cared about each other but weren't 'glued at the hip' like as kids anymore. Distance and different living environments were kinda the blame.

"We call or webcam from time to time to stay in touch." she informed him, looking at a polaroid of an eight year old Cyan, Bella, and some boy smiling while covered in mud. Nowadays, neither really shared their problems whenever they did speak, both becoming very private people once older for reasons. Just about general life stuff that plagued teenagers. "Heard recently Renee remarried to some amateur baseball player and Bella's going with them to Florida if he gets into the league."

A sad realization struck Warren hard then. She really didn't have anyone to talk openly with while there.

"..I guess what's good to have a diary for then? Maybe I should invest in one.."

"Yeah..I heard too." he muttered before clearing his throat. His hand pointed randomly to a silver bendy desk lamp nearby. "It's a pretty good work lamp." The new bedsheets were noted next. "The sales lady picked out the bed stuff. You like purple, right? Or was that Bella?"

Cyan smiled warmly. "We both do. Thank you." Actually, she preferred blue but purple was just as nice, too.

"Okay.." They stood there for a moment, gazing about the room. Cyan stood nervously, half-expecting her uncle to change his mind. Though she knew he would never such a cruel action. Still, there was that inescapable fear that this whole scene was just some daydream she was conjuring. She had wished for somewhat independent freedom for far too long.

"Thank you again." the young woman spoke warily, "For letting me stay here." The man smiled at her thanks and squeezed her shoulder in a sorta fatherly way her own would have done.

"Glad to have ya', Cyan." With that, it was indeed official and set in stone. Dark browns shut tightly to stop the happy tears from falling, not wanting to cry like a sentimental idiot in front of her uncle. But she was incredibly grateful to have him around now whenever she needed.

He left to let her unpack afterwards. The teen got fast to work then, arranging her various items about the place to feel like she was back in hers in Boston without tampering with Bella's. The old knickknacks oddly made her not seem so alone, bringing a familiar comfort when seeing them. The only things missing that she wished could have sent were her various framed pop culture posters and complete extensive music collection. But Warren made sure she brought a majority of her books though which ranged from sci-fi novels to medical textbooks; she'd have to invest in a bookshelf for her new room during her stay.

The young woman picked up one of the latter and skimmed through the well-known pages of the human anatomy with a fond, hopeful smile. Those were to get a head start on her possible career as a physical therapist in the near future. From a young age, Cyan loved the idea of helping people by either healing or protecting them; her dad's former profession being the root cause. So, she studied hard in her free time to memorize everything in them over and over until the information became second nature.

Her mother, like everything else the young woman thought freely of, didn't like that choice at all. She wanted her to take over the family business instead.

"Your father was a police officer like that brother of his, protecting others." Natalia reminded her cruelly when Cyan told her, naively believing she'd actually approve. "And look what happen. So, let that mentality go with him."

The thick book snapped shut. "Well, I'm not, you hag." her daughter promised aloud, hoping her words would travel through the air for said person to hear.

Charlie, now dressed in plaid and jeans, returned a bit later to check in and make sure she had everything for school that day. The young woman didn't want to lounge around for a couple days to get adjusted to her new life. The best way, she believed, to do so was instead put herself right into the thick of it immediately. Glancing down at her peplum top after, Warren got changed into something more fitting for public school.

That was one of her first demands for a normal setting—being placed into a regular high school environment. From the age of five till then, fancy private schools where uniforms or designer clothes were mandatory and money was constantly flaunted was all she grew up to know. Her domineering mother as always wanted only the best for her only child.

She was in the middle of tying her shoes when hearing a horn honk twice outside. Her eyes drifted to the clock on the wall; 7:35 am. There was still some time left. Walking over to the window, she saw Charlie talking to two men obviously belonging to the local native tribe, Quileutes. One was older and in a wheelchair while the other was younger and around her age; along with them was an old faded red 1963 Chevy StepSide C-10 pickup in the driveway. Suddenly giddy, Cyan grabbed her backpack and cell phone before hurrying outside to meet them, not wanting to be rude.

"Cyan, you remember Billy Black." Charlie said when she arrived, introducing her to the man in the wheelchair.

"Yeah, nice to see you again." she greeted politely, "You're looking good. Totally rocking the black cowboy hat."

"Well, I'm still dancing." he joked, glancing at his friend. "I'm glad you're finally here. Charlie here hasn't shut up about it since you told him you were coming." She and the young man behind him who had to be his son chuckled when her uncle blushed a bit and tried to defend himself.

Swan rolled his eyes, stepping away. "All right, keep exaggerating. I'll roll you into the mud."

"After I ram you in the ankles." Billy declared, going after him in his wheelchair. They then started play fighting like children.

Meanwhile, Billy's son couldn't stop sneaking glances at her. She was beautiful with her long, thick raven hair tucked under a black slouchy beanie, her golden peachy skin, dark brown eyes hooded by full lashes and pink perfect imprint lips. Her makeup was natural and simple, not over the top like some girls enjoyed doing.

The outfit she chose to wear classified as inner city hipster—a baggy leather zip-up jacket over a long sleeved denim button-up shirt and black leggings with Lo Pro Vans. Her accessories matched more to her personality though; like a homemade wrapped brown leather strap bracelet, a silver double crosses ring, and a vintage silver pedant locket with what looked to be tree in the center of it detailed finishing.

"Hi, I'm Jacob." his son finally introduced himself once done secretly staring. When he did, her gaze easily met his own, seeing as they were both the same height. "We used to make mud pies when we were little. You, me, and Bella." She mentally raised a brow in surprise. So he was the cute little boy from the photo.

"He grew up..well." she thought, blushing lightly while giving a quick once over.

Warren grinned, leaning casually against the pickup. "Ah, the good old days. Before things like teenage angst and social status meant anything to us." The teenagers shared a laugh. She nodded her head over to the two goofing off, saying in a low voice. "Are they always like this?"

"It's getting worse with old age." he whispered back sarcastically.

"Good to know." she chuckled lightly as her uncle headed back their way, done messing around.

"So, what do you think?"

"Of what?"

He patted the old truck. "Your homecoming present."

The young woman canted her head. "This? This 63' Chevy? Are you joking?" Another fact about Cyan Warren that many people didn't know, she was a classic car fanatic and adored anything vintage. Her father always used to say she had a sorta old soul.

"Just bought it off Billy here." grinned Charlie.

"Oh my god, I love it!" she squealed, bouncing a bit. The men blinked in surprise, not expecting such a big reaction but nevertheless smiled. Bella and Cyan were similar in certain ways so Charlie figured she'd like the old fixer-upper. Still, he knew well how different she was from his own daughter. Bella was timid but curious—eager for adventure, and her cousin was outgoing but cautious—enjoyed simpler things. That reminded fact brought a visible wave of relief for him. He wouldn't have to worry too much about her going off and getting in serious trouble with the resident kids.

"I totally rebuilt the engine for you." Jacob told happily as she took in every detail of her new pride and joy. Her bright gaze landed on him and he sucked in a sharp breath. For a second, he thought her dark brown eyes appeared a hypnotic green when catching the sunlight but only to disappear the moment he blinked.

"Really?" He nodded dumbly, still confused. She grasped his hand and dragged him towards the hood. "Come on, show me!" As they peered underneath together, Billy smirked smugly up at his childhood friend.

"I told you she'd love it. I'm down with the kids."

"Oh, yeah, dude." the officer deadpanned, "You're the bomb." The teenagers now sat in the bed of the truck; Jacob going over some things about it with Warren.

"Listen, you gotta double pump the clutch when you shift, but besides that you should be good." He then handed her the keys.

"Sweet! Once again, this is great." Cyan looked at him, catching him that time staring again. He blushed but didn't turn away. A light smile formed on her lips as she deemed the sight as very adorable. "Do you want to ride to school together? My 'thank you' treat?"

"Oh.." he frowned, "I go to school on the reservation."

"Oh..too bad." the young woman remarked sadly. She actually made a friend with hopes of not starting her first day alone, only for them to be shot down. "It would've been nice to know one person there."

She instantly perked up as another idea popped into her head, almost giving Jacob whiplash from the mood change. "I guess I'll have to pick you up from school instead today. That cool?"

The young Quileute grinned. It was almost as bright as the sun. "Yeah, that's cool."

After shaking on it, they stepped out of the pickup. Warren hugged Charlie with one more thanks for the truck and goodbye to Billy and Jacob before heading off finally to her new school.

Like all high schools whether they're in Boston or Forks, Forks High—the home of the Spartans, read the sign at the entrance—was full of hormone-raging teenagers and social hierarchy. It was March, though one could be fooled based on the weather, and the middle of the second semester of her junior year. Cyan had managed to get all her academic records transfer in time before leaving home. She wasn't a straight A student but held her own with a 3.8 grade point average.

As always when a new student, one is subjected to stares and whispers of curiosity. It's even worse in a small town where everyone grew up together. So, the young woman was prepared when heads turned as she parked her old-but-new-to-her truck in the crowded parking lot. But it was when she stepped out dressed like she just got done doing a photoshoot for Nylon magazine instead, some eyes widen and jaws dropped in surprise. She cringed, feeling like a bug zapper that attracts gullible moths and blood-sucking mosquitoes.

"So much for being natural.." she muttered, putting on her RayBans while thinking. "Note to self, thinking about investing in some new clothes in the future also."

"Nice ride." commented a black guy sitting on the hood of a car across hers. He was hanging out with two guys and a girl who kinda seemed to be stoners while he looked more of a player-type.

She smirked proudly, patting the truck as she walked by. "Thanks. Beats having a Ferrari any day."

Once Warren went to the main office—where the secretaries were nice but a bit overwhelming—and retieved her schedule with a map of the school, the newcomer tried to find her first class on her own..until a nerdy but somewhat stylish Asian boy strolled up beside her.

"You're Cyan Warren, the new girl." he noted in a kind, curious voice; now walking along with said person much to her chagrin. "Hi, I'm Eric Yorkie, the eyes and ears of this place." She warily nodded in greeting. "Anything you need, tour guide..lunch date, shoulder to cry on?"

"Thanks but no thanks, Eric. I'm the kind of person who can make it on their own. I'm a big girl after all." the newcomer told lightly, trying not to sound mean or off-handish. But his strong overly-helpful attitude was putting her off a tad.

"Good headline for your feature." Eric remarked, "I'm on the paper and you're news, baby. Front page."

A horrified expression was given from her. "You're kidding, right?"

"Chillax..No feature." he assured quickly after seeing her face.

"Sorry. It's just I don't want to be made into some spectacle." she apologized, running a hand through her hair nervously. She felt a bit naked without her beanie and shades. "I'm just a regular teen with average issues."

The young man nodded in understanding but didn't hide his sudden gloom. "It's cool. Though I was kinda hoping doing that feature would let me get to know you."

"How about I take you up on eating lunch together instead?" Warren suggested with a kind smile, "Seeing as how you are the first decent human being to offer me a remote of help since I got into this drab teaching sanatorium."

"Okay, sure!" he agreed with excitement. Wow. Two almost friends in one day. That was an all-new world record for her.

Cyan managed to find her first class which was her—and probably a good majority of people located on Earth—least favorite subject.

Gym.

She hoped that for once the gym teacher would let her sit out since she was new. But unfortunately, no special treatment was given to her. Handed a uniform and pointed in the direction of the girls' locker room, Warren joined in on a girls volleyball game which she had no idea how to play. Sports weren't her complete interest nor forte. Yes, she enjoyed watching them now and then but acting them out herself was a whole different matter. So when the ball soared towards her eventually, the teen panicked and slapped it away hard to the left where it struck some poor guy in the back of the head who played basketball next to the group.

The young woman hurried over to apologize. "I'm so, so, sorry. I suck at sports so whenever any type of ball comes flying at me full speed, this is bound to be the end result for someone." She paused with a low sigh. "And I'm rambling like an idiot.." He turned around to face her, revealing himself to be a cute boy with short cropped dirty blond hair and bright baby blues.

"No way.." he uttered when laying eyes on her and shook his head. "No, no, no. That's..That's..Don't..You're, uh, Cyan, right?"

"So it said on my birth certificate." she joked lightly, offering her hand. "Nice to meet you.."

"Yeah. Hey, I'm Mike Newton." the guy told, shaking hands. She went to say something else but was interrupted.

"She's got a great spike, huh?" inquired a girl with light brown hair pulled into a ponytail, joining the two. "I'm Jessica Stanley, by the way. Hey, you're from Boston, right?"

"Yep." the other girl looked at her peculiarly, wondering what she was getting at.

"Aren't people from Boston supposed to have, like, an annoying accent?" Jessica asked, glancing at Mike briefly.

"The reason why I left. I just couldn't take it anymore." Cyan replied blankly, understanding why she was there. Jessica had a crush on Mike and found her to be a threat to a future relationship with him. Well, she didn't need to get her feathers ruffled. Having a boyfriend was far from her reasons of being in Forks. Possible friends, yes. That, a big N.O.

The two laughed at her sarcastic reply while she subtly rolled her dark eyes.

Mike pointed at her. "You're good."

"That's so funny.." said the other girl falsely.

Warren shrugged before returning to the resuming game, "..I try." As her back turned, she placed two fingers under her chin like a gun and mimicked to blow her brains out.

It was going to be a long first day so it seemed.

And~! That's chapter one of The Wilderness. So far so good? As always, let me know your thoughts & please be courteous when you do whether you liked it or not. So until the next one, this is Lovely signing off!

(p.s. if anyone is curious as to what Cyan looks like, her face claim is Valerie Anne Poxleitner aka the beautiful singer Lights.)

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