Well hi.... I'm gonna start this story. So….I have a very important message at the bottom for those who are fans of the other story I made, The Moon.

So here it goes….

PyPOV

Well, how nice it is to rain. Note the sarcasm. Rain is not my favorite thing in the world. Now I know you are wondering why I'm in La Push which is right next Forks. Well here is your answer, I'm being raised by my brother, who just happens to be what 27 years old, because my parents died when I was 5 years old. If I didn't have a big brother I would be living in California with my Uncle. Poor guy is still single and he is 32. That's just sad. Though it goes for the same thing for my big brother. I just don't get why they are single….

I run down the stairs to try and get that itch off me. My vagina for some odd reason is very itchy and I don't know why. Gah! I don't want to go to school with an itchy vagina.

"Pyper! Why the hell are you running up and down the stairs?" My dear brother, Max asked. "Well, if you really want to know why my vagina is itchy. So! I'm trying to get rid of it," I replied.

"Why did I even ask?" He muttered to himself.

"'Cause your nosy," I answered even though I knew it wasn't meant to be answered.

"Just….Go get dressed and get to school." He sighed.

"K." And that is all I said.

When I walked to my room, my itch on my vagina was gone! Hallelujah!

I walked to my closet and grabs a pair of dark skinny jeans, a blue t-shirt, a black hoodie, and my favorite converses.

Once I was dressed, I grabbed my breakfast. Which happened to be cookie dough poptarts. Yum.

I walked outside with my bag. The walk to La Push High School wasn't that long, considering it was about ten blocks away. But that's not long for me. That's short.

So on my walk to school, I guess I should tell you what I look like and who I am, etc.

My name is Pyper Wills. I'm only 5"6' and have dark brown hair, and these really weird brown eyes that have sapphire outlines in it. My bother claims that since my mom had blue eyes and my dad had brown eyes that I ended up with these weird eyes. I'm skinny and I hate it sometimes. I don't really show much of my figure, because I like to hide it. Yea, I'm weird, but I'm awesome. My love is music and art. You will always see me with an ipod and a sketch pad. That's me

If you want some info on my big brother. Then short and sweet; Max Wills, light brown and blue eyes, and tall. So if you want to hook up with him, there you go.

I get the school, I duck my head because of flying footballs. My school isn't sporty, they like to hit the freaks. And I'm a freak.

I have no friends but that's good because I like to keep to myself.

"Hey you! Pass me the ball," a voice called out.

My breath hitched a bit. The voice belonged to Jacob Black. I've had this tiny crush on Jacob Black since I was in kindergarten. Yea, that's long.

I pick up the football and threw it to him with a good aim. I could join sports but Max doesn't want me to get hurt during a game. So I stick to my music and sketch pad.

I walk away from him, knowing he wouldn't say thanks or anything along that.

I get to my locker and put my bag in it. I grab my sketch pad, ipod, books and a few pencils.

I walk into homeroom and wait. Well not really, I was listening to Can't Fight the Moonlighting by Leanne Rimes and drawing.

The bell rang, people started filing in. I felt someone sit next to me. I look to the side and it was Jacob Black. Crap.

I look back at my sketch book. Seeing I drew a place of something and I was listening to Sex and Candy by Marcy Playground. I blushed a bit because of the title of the song.

The teacher came in. He started to talk. Though I wasn't listening. I started to be a dazed thinking off in my own world.

Time passed till I felt my desk vibrate with a big BANG! Whoa!

"What the fudge curds?! Who is dying? A cheesy rat or constipated deer that is made of shit?" I yelled out. Crap I said that out loud. People started snickering and laughing. Gee more reasons to pick on me.

Mr. Base had his hand out. I gave him a piece of cardboard knowing he wouldn't look at what I hand him. The guy is too trusting.

The bell rang for next class. I quickly rushed to get to class, to save myself from more embarrassment.

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I was in my class that was before lunch. Art Class. It was one of my favorites. The teacher here loved me. I was the only one who took it seriously.

My favorite kind of art was perspective and cubism. Realistic drawing I did without knowing I'm doing it.

My teacher says I have talent that shouldn't be wasted.

Ms. Leaf lets me listen to my iPod because I have that freedom.

The bell rang and I cleaned up my spot and left for lunch. I put my things in my locker and grab my money.

I got to the lunch line and grabbed a salad. The only thing that didn't have hair in it. I grabbed a water and gave the lunch lady my money.

I was walking to an empty table. That's when I didn't realize a football was going to hit me square at me on my face. I dropped my tray and stumble backwards making someone trip and poor their greasy food on me. I was covered in shit.

People were laughing loud, tears were starting to form in my eyes but I wouldn't let anyone see them. I looked up to see who threw the football. You want to know who?

Jacob Black.

That was it. I got up and ran for the doors. I grabbed my stuff and left.

I ran home. I didn't care that it was raining cats and dogs. It would at least clean me off from the shit.

I was almost home till I hit a hard chest.

I looked up to see it was a pale white dude. He had red eyes and an evil grin playing on his lips. First thought was rapist.

I grabbed my pocket knife from my butt pocket.

"Oh, I don't think you need to do that," he said, " you smell so delicious. Nothing like I have ever smelt." What the hell?

I looked at him like I just met an alien.

"Well I think I can let you live for a good reason," he muttered, "I'll walk you home. If you don't mind." He kissed my hand and I just looked at him confused.

Strange.

I took in his figure. He had blonde hair, great complex, a gorgeous face, and a great body. He was gorgeous.

I let him take my hand. I kind of shivered. His hand was cold.

"Ummmm…...," I said. I didn't know what to say.

"Oh! I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Brandon." He said.

"Pyper," I told him. "What a beautiful name for a beautiful girl," He said. I blushed. No one has ever told me that. "And such unique eyes." I blushed some more.

I walked up to my front door.

Brandon kisses my forehead. "I will see again, tomorrow." He says. I blush and mumbled a good bye to him.

I open my door and close it behind me. I get to the bathroom strip my clothing and take a shower.

The hot water made me feel relaxed. Once I got out I wrapped a towel around me and walked to my bedroom.

I put on a pair of boy shorts and a black tank top.

I don't feel like doing my homework, so I fell on top of my bed sighing.

Well crushing on Jacob Black is gone. I think I might have a thing with that strange guy Brandon.

I sighed a fell asleep.

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Well that is it. Hope you like it!

Question for The Moon story: Should I delete the story? I'm writers block and I think I went to fast on it.