Disclaimer: i dont own Twilight or most of the songs.

Preface

People call me a lazy, selfish person. Seriously? I just hate doin' anything that doesn't involve music or anything of the sort. I had to have music around me.

thats why I won't let anyone touch my CD's or iPods or anything of mine. See what I mean?

Chapter one

My family and I had just moved to Forks, Washington. I really didn't even know what was so great about this place other than the rain. I loved the rain.

It was a complete haven for me. NO one could really understand me. The way I loved music and rain. The tended to be weirded out and intrigued at the

same time. Like my father, Jonathan Masen, who was a world famous therapist. He always was trying to get me to explain why I was amused so easily by music and rain.

I never really knew why, so I just shrugged the question away not really expecting him to suddenly diagnose me with bipolar disorder. My father decided that it was best we moved away from Chicago might i add to Forks, Washington.

Bad move. This place was the rainiest and the greenest place on the face of the earth!

Anyways, I thought it'd be nice to just enjoy what I have.

next day

"EDWARD ANOTHNEY MASEN!! YOU GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW IF YOU DON'T WANT TO MISS YOUR FIRST DAY AT FORKS HIGH SCOOL!!"

I heard my mother yell from downstairs. I groggily got out of my bed and got ready for school in a quick pace. Throwing on a black shirt that says "LETS START A RIOT"

in neon green with black and white striped arm-warmers, then TriPPants and lastly my black converse high tops with red skulls. I smirked at my appearance,

knowing fully that my parents disapproved. They wanted me to be the good child. Don't get me wrong, I have straight A's, just not a perfect discipline record.

As I walked down the stairs I could feel my fathers glares and my mothers saddened gaze.

"Morning," I said curtly. My father nodded his head and my mom smiled sweetly and pointed to the breakfast bar on my skateboard that was next to the door.

I smiled internally, my mom was always worrying about me. Always taking care of me.

Truthfully, there was something wrong with me. I could hear certain people's thoughts. It was really freaky when i first found out about it.

I was ten, at the skate park and showing my mom this new trick i had made up the previous day.

I messed up and i fell. I heard my mom run over to me and ask if i was alright... but her lips weren't moving.

I told her later in the day what i noticed, we both came to the conclusion that I could read minds of those I love. it was nice and comforting in a way, in a another way. it was scary beyond all of earth.

I grabbed my skateboard and put the snack bar in my pant pocket. I quickly turned on my iPod and put on the song, "Out of Control" by Hoobastank.

I boarded down to Forks High School. Not knowing that my life was about to be changed beyond repair.