My Life? It used to be like a fairytale. Well my kind of fairytale anyway. I had the best friend, the coolest mum, heaps of really close friends. My life was exactly where I wanted it to be. Now? My life was a living hell. As I stand in front of the gate, waiting to board my plane, I think back over the last two months. And while I don't understand why everything went so wrong, in a way, I understood why I'm standing here right now.

I'm leaving my old life behind; starting fresh. I look around the departure lounge and all I can see are people being hugged by loved ones, all being wished good luck on their upcoming adventure. Me? I stand on my own; contemplating my future. I wish my friends had come to say goodbye. But they hadn't. Why would they? They all have the same problems that I do. What makes me so special that they would pity me when they had their own grief to wallow in? I don't blame them for not wanting to see me off, after all, the last few months had been hell and we all had our minds on different things, but I still would have appreciated a call, or something, just to let me know that they cared. But I had heard nothing; not a single word had been uttered in my general direction.

Finally, the stewardess opened the gate, and I was one of the first people to make my way through it; the pure eagerness to leave behind the strong sense of love, which illuminated from the departure lounge, powered me down the bridge before I was sick.

I was ushered to my seat and I happily sat down with a sigh. I shoved my earphones in my ear and blasted my latest favourite song, Are you ready by Three day's grace. People started to file down the isle looking for the seat. I glanced around at the other people who were already seat and noticed a couple on the other side of the plane and a few rows ahead of me. They were cuddled together and talked softly. The woman looked upset and her partner was there to comfort her. I had never really been upset by that fact that I had never had a boyfriend before. But at that moment, when I saw those two together, I wished that I had someone to comfort me.

After the long, tedious flight, the plane finally touched down in Port Angeles. Coming through the airport doors and entering into the arrival lounge, it was impossible to miss my mother in the massive crowd. All eyes were on me as the women, practically in hysterics, gathered me in her arms. I, however, could not share her joy. My mother had had a brilliant idea of dragging me out of my comfort zone to live with my aunty Emily and her fiancé, Sam, in the tiny town of Forks, Washington. Well, actually that wasn't true. We would be staying on the small reservation which bordered the tiny town of Forks. My mother had come up with the idea when my best friend, Sandra, or Sandy as she was affectingly known as, was raped and murdered last month. Mum thought it was best to get away from my home town of California to escape the millions of memories I shared there with Sandy. All of my friends and family, apart from Emily and Sam, were in California, how could my mother possibly think that taking me away from them would do me any good?

"Hi Mum" I said as she came bounding over to me

"Lucy, sweetheart. I have missed you so much" my mother, Catherine, said as she took my bags from me.

"Yeah, I've missed you too mum" Mum had come down to forks a couple of weeks ahead of me to set up our things at Emily's place, while I stayed behind in California to attend Sandy's funeral. My mum was concerned for leaving me alone, but I convinced her that it was the right thing for her to do. She left threes weeks before and I had missed her terribly. Mum and I have always been very close as she was a single mother, my father died right after I was born in a motorcycle accident, and we had never spent very long apart from each other. These three weeks being the longest we have ever spent apart.

"Everyone can't wait to meet you. I've nearly gone deaf with the amount of questions everyone has been asking about you!" Mum said casually as we reached the ancient truck I noticed to be Sam's. I slid into the passenger side while my mother's words finally sank into my head.

"Wait, mum? Who's everybody? I thought it was just going to be you, me, Emily and Sam" I said as she pulled out of the parking spot.

"Well, yes, there's them and then there are their friends. A lot of them are your age. They are all really sweet. You'll love them" It wasn't a matter of me loving them it was the matter of whether they would like me! I had never been any good around new people, and this would be no different. I decided not to push the matter any further. Mum knew how shy I was around new people. Even with Sandy with me. How was I going to do it with out her? I stared out of the car window and met nothing but a wall of green. It rained so much in Washington; I didn't know how I would adjust from sunny California to miserable Washington.

Finally we made our way onto the Forks local reservation, La Push, where my aunty lived. Pulling up in front of her small cottage type house, I began to feel really nervous. What if they didn't like me? What if I wasn't good enough for them? Would I make any friends at all?

I pulled my baggage out of the back of the truck and followed my mother up the front steps, letting fear and anxiety wash over me.

As I walked through the front door I couldn't help but notice the four men standing next to Emily and Sam. Standing at close to 7 foot tall with short, dark brown hair, apart from the one guy with long, shaggy brown hair, excessive amounts of muscle from head to toe, menacing deep brown eyes, and although they wore huge, friendly smiles on their faces I couldn't help but feel immediately intimidated by them. Emily was the first to make any kind of move towards me, moving around the kitchen bench and gathering me into a tight hug.

"Lucy, we are so glad you are here. Come over and I'll introduce you to the others" she said as she dragged me further into the over-crowded kitchen. As I walked into the kitchen I began to feel claustrophobic which did not mix well with my growing fear of the 7 foot giants. Mum trailed behind us dragging my limited amount of luggage.

"So, you already know my fiancé, Sam, and these are our friends, Jacob, Quil, Seth and Jared." One by one they bounded are to my side of the kitchen bench and gave me a tight hug and a boisterous hello. All I could manage was a small wave when they had released me and a shy hello. I stood there nervously, staring at the floor wondering what to say when my wonderful mother came to my rescue, stepping in to save my day, and all those other cheesy clichés.

"Well, sweetheart, you've had a big day. I'll show you to your room" I nodded and started to make my way across the kitchen when I heard someone come crashing through the front door.

"What did I miss?" I turned around to see another 7 foot giant come into the kitchen. He didn't notice me at first. I was no doubt over shadowed by Jacob and the others, which suited me fine, but I found it hard to take my eyes of the 7 foot wonder. I had never seen anyone so handsome. Without a doubt, Sam and his friends were easily better looking than any other guy I had ever met, and although they all looked scary alike so far, they had nothing against the new comer. Embarrassed by my thoughts I felt the blood creeping into my cheeks and kept my eyes on the floor.

"Ah Embry" I heard Sam say "Lucy?" I came around from behind Quil and stood out in the open. Embry's eye fell on me at once and his mouth seemed to hit the floor. I shied away from his intense stare and once again, found my eyes on the floor. What was he looking at me like that? Did I have something on my face? I never had that kind of reaction from a guy at less it was something utterly humiliating.

"Lucy this is Embry. Embry, this is Lucy" Sam introduced us. Although I could feel Embry's eyes on me, I looked up anyway, picking a point on the wall behind his head to focus on instead of his intense eyes. I made sure the spot I chose was close to his head so that I didn't look like some kind of deranged lunatic.

For a fleeting second I let my eyes lock in with Embry's gaze and managed to stutter a small "Hi" before dragging my eyes away from his gorgeous big, brown, puppy dog eyes and focused them back of the floor, blushing slightly.

I looked up again to see Sam clap Embry on the back. Embry shook his head as if coming out of a trance.

"Umm … h-hi" he said, his eyes never leaving my face.

I felt my mothers hand wrap its self around my wrist and she pulled me out the other side of the kitchen door. As the door closed behind me I managed to hear Sam say something to Embry

"Congrats on the Imprint, man" before I became completely out of ear shot.

When we reached my room I quickly closed the door, turning to my mother. There was one question I had to ask her before I went crazy.

"Mum?" she turned around and met my gaze

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Mum, did you say anything to Emily or the others about Sandy?" I didn't think I could handle talking about her to anyone, even mum, just yet. Sandy had been killed over a month ago, but so much had happened since then, seeing as it was a murder investigation, that no one had really had time to grieve properly. Now that I wasn't in California anymore, and without the investigation to keep my mind preoccupied, I knew all of the grief would slowly creep over me.

"Of course not, sweetheart. I mean, I explained it to Emily and Sam. We couldn't not have an explanation for just showing up like we did. But the other boys don't know. Emily and Sam have simply told them that we had our reasons for moving and they were not to probe us about it. Emily and I decided that you would tell everyone when you're ready for it"

"Thanks mum" I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Not much, but still. It was good to know. Mum then pulled me into hug.

"I have really missed you sweetheart. You know I am always here if you need to talk. But take your time. No one is forcing you" She whispered into my ear.

"Yeah I know. I missed you too" I pulled out of the hug and stood back, looking at my bag.

"Well, I guess I better let you unpack then" She said. I smiled and she left the room, closing the door quietly behind her.

Once she had left, I fell back onto my bed and took in my surroundings for the first time since I had entered the room. The room was quite small. Smaller than my room back in California, but it wasn't too bad. There was just enough room to fit in a queen bed, a small bedside table and small desk. On the wall opposite to the door there was a large window which looked out into the always green forest. To the left of the door as the wardrobe which took up about half the wall. On the far side, next to the wardrobe and in the corner of the room was a small desk which I quickly occupied with my laptop. To the right of the door sat my new bed. The room wasn't much, but it was home. Well for now at least.

I started to unpack my bag, putting what I could squash into the tiny wardrobe. While I was unpacking, I couldn't help but think of Embry. What had he stared at me like that? I had never generated that kind of response from a guy before. It was always Sandy who managed to catch the guy's attention. She was the pretty one, no not pretty, gorgeous one, with her tall and thin but athletic body, her long blond hair and her big, bright blue eyes. Me? I was the mousy one, with the smaller and thin frame, shoulder length light brown hair and hazel eyes. I had a feeling that if Sandy were with me, she would have fallen for Embry, or any of the guys, in a matter of seconds. The second I thought of Sandy's name, I had to sit down on my bed, my head spinning. I missed Sandy with all my heart. We had been best friends since grade one, so we had been friends for a good 11 and a half years. I had always been shy; Sandy was always the outgoing one. If I had any choice in what I did with my spare days when I wasn't at school I would have stayed at home and curled up on the couch with a good book, but Sandy would never let me if she could help it. She was always forcing me out into the world, but that was why I loved her. Nothing ever phased Sandy, she did was she wanted and no one, not me or any of her family, could convince her other wise. My thoughts came back to the boys back downstairs and Embry. What the hell was I suppose to say to them? Sandy was always the one who made the friends, not me. How was I to survive in the great big wide world with out her?

As my thoughts revolved around none other than Sandy, I heard a slight knock at the door, which pulled me out of my train of thoughts. Who could it be?