Heyzz pepz! 1st story for Twilight! XD so excited! Review pllz! if u do, ill be ur best buddy! Oh, and it's from your POV, kay? and i might switch to Embry's from time 2 time :). okay, so here's mi Embry Call Imprint Story *like no other* enjoy~~~~

Dark Moon

Chapter 1

"Leaving."

You opened your green irises. Taking in the beautiful scenery of the deep red forrest. The tall oak trees towering over you. The shivering breeze flew though your thin black hair. The freezing red and yellow leaves leaving your bare feet cool. You were gonna miss this place, no your childhood.

"Elaine." A high pitched annoying female voice squeaked. "Let's go!"

You wanted to tell her to shut up, but there was many reasons that kept you from doing so. Your eyes glanced all around the forrest. The forrest that you will no longer call home. You felt a cool tear flow gently down your pale face. It was like saying goodbye to your whole childhood for you. All you felt was sadness. Everyone always thinks moving to a whole new state is fun and a new adventure! But, to you it was like hell. You wondered why you? Why was all this happening to you? You were a nice person, yet you had the worst luck. There's always the question, why do bad things happen to good people? You wondered that every day.

"Elaine!" The voice grew louder. "What are you doing! You little weirdo! Stop standing there! Let's go! Daddy's already started the car!"

You brushed your tears away. Crying wasn't going to help anything. You slowly turned around to face the blond female. She had a strange expression on. Like she accomplished something. Like moving to a new state and leaving be hide your childhood was all her fault. You'd bet your whole life that that was the truth. She was a horrible person. Yet, good things happened to her.

"Okay..." You mumbled. "I'm sorry Tiffany."

She smirked. "That's what I thought! Now hurry the hell up slut!"

You sighed, trying your hardest not to slap her. Tiffany was your step sister. Or, like what you would call her, step bitch. She was a bitch. She was spoiled as hell, girly as fuck, and straight up mean. It was like she didn't even know what politeness even was. Or, what it seemed like, the word 'nice' even meant. She was blond, blue eyed, and beautiful. You always thought it was extremely unfair that she was so pretty. You also thought that one day she would lose it because she takes advantage of it. She'd always gets what she wants by her good looks. But who would've blamed her, she has perfect hair, a perfect body, perfect face, perfect life. The only thing you had that was perfect was personality, which these days didn't mean a damn thing to people. You thought your were cute, not pretty or beautiful. Just cute.

As Tiffany walked away in her girlish walk, you took a last look back at the forrest, your childhood before you followed silently behind her.

Once in the car, you sat in the back seat as Tiffany sat in the passengers seat. Your step father in the drivers seat. Then, there was your step father. Harold Riddle. He was a hard working man, he owned two huge companies in New York. He earned good money, but he always spent it own either himself or his little baby Tiffany. Tiffany was Harold's daughter. After your mom died in a car reck when you were only nine, you moved in with her boyfriend, Harold. You never knew your real father. So basically, after your mother died, your life turned into hell. Harold treated you like shit, which he still does, as does Tiffany. It was obvious he favored Tiffany over her, anybody could tell that. It was because she was his only daughter. His only sluty lying prepy daughter. You couldn't believe how whooped your step father was by Tiffany. If she got in trouble at school or something, he would so not get mad at her and blame everything on poor you. Total B.S.

You grabed your purple ipod nano out of your pocket and started listing to it. You leaned your head against the cold car window, crying silently to yourself.

Several Hours later you awoke to a loud scream.

"Elaine! Wake up!" Tiffany screamed on the top of her lungs. Your eyes jerked open, giving her a evil glare.

"You know, you could wake me up a bit quieter." You told her.

She rolled her eyes, smirking. "Oh, shut up. You creepy goth bitch."

"I'm not goth. Just because I don't wear sluty clothes like y-" You paused, thinking that if you finished your sentence she would tell Harold. So instead, you smiled and said. "Never mind."

You giggled. "That's what I thought."

You didn't want to talk to her anymore as you glared out the window. The car was parked in a small parking lot. A parking lot for a small corner store. In a strange looking town. You didn't recognize any of this.

"Um...Tiffany...where are we?"

"Where the hell does it look like genius?" She stated, running her long glittery pink fingernails thought her silky blond hair. "Washington."

You gasped. "What? Already! But..."

"Your ugly ass was asleep for like forever!" She informed. "I think were in Forks. I can tell this is gonna be horrible. I haven't seen ANY hot guys here. Or even a single mall. What the hell is this place?"

You rolled your green eyes.

She continued to bitch. "All I see are ugly pale people!" She gasped. "OMG! This place is perfect for you Elaine!"

She laughed at her so not funny joke. You wanted to punch her, but sadly didn't. Her laugh was really loud and annoying, like her voice.

"Is Dad in the store?"

"Yeah, duh." She finally stopped laughing. "I so don't wanna live here! How am I gonna become a famous model if I stay in this small town! This is hell!"

You sighed before siting back in your seat and listening to your ipod so you didn't have to here her bitch. When your step father came back into the car he said, "Elaine, could you stop listening to your stupid ipod?"

You gave his a dirty look, then obeyed him by putting your ipod back in your pocket.

"There." You mummbled.

"Okay Tiffany honey, were about to see our new house!" He cheered, completely showing no attention to you.

"It better be pretty! Like me!" She giggled.

He laughed too.

You groaned and sank lower in your seat. So this was how your life would turn out. You could already tell what was gonna happen, you would move into the new rich house, you would get the smallest ugliest room, you will do all the chores and take the blame for Tiffany. It was just like another rerun.

Harold pulled up into the drive way of a big white colored two story house. It was beautiful. The two story part had two windows, as did the first story that you could see from the outside. The house a few steps leading onto the porch. Tiffany squeaked.

"Yay! It's so pretty daddy!" She threw her arms around her and kissed his cheek. "Thank you!" With that she rushed out of the car and onto the porch. Next, your step father got out and walked quickly to the porch with the houses keys in the palm of his hand. You sighed sadly. You were going to miss California (that's were you lived before). You could feel tears swell up in your eyes. You couldn't force them back. You whiped them away with your jacket sleeve.

"Elaine!" Tiffany roared. "Get the bags! Now!"

You growled and got out of the car, slamming the door and heading to the back of the car. You pulled the trunk open, grabbing as many bags as you could at once and brought them into the house. As you steped inside, you first thing you noticed was the stairs. They were white, and the curved up as they reached the top of the second floor. (I'm not good with details -_-'') To the left of the stair case, there was the living room and the kitchen. And to the right was the master bedroom, which Tiffany would most likely get, and a bathroom and closet. You handed them their bags and you slowly walked back to the car. You picked up your purple bag and closed the trunk.

As you walked back into the house, her step father was on his iphone.

"What the hell do you mean another hour or so!" He grawled, stomping his foot on the floor like a three year old. "I want my furniture! Now!" You rolled your eyes at how childish he was being. If he didn't get his way, he would though this huge fit.

"I should sue your asses!" He whined. "You stupid moving truck people!"

You held in a laugh. His looked funny when he was mad.

"Daddy! I want this room!" Tiffany called from upstairs.

Your step father sighed. "Just hurry the hell up!" Then he hanged up and quickly ran upstairs to his daughter, saying. "I'm coming baby!" He paused as he looked at you. "Elaine, I'll pick your room."

You faked smiled. "Great."

Hours later the moving trucks finally arrived and you were finally finished setting up all the furniture. Oh, you had to do it ALL while Tiffany and Harold just told you, "A little more to the right." or "I said to the left stupid girl!" or "Hurry up! Use your damn muscles!"

You yawned and headed to your small room, the one your step father picked out. Your room was upstairs, it was next across from Tiffany's, it had a window with a good view of outside, the walls your white, the floor was woodened. You flew yourself on your blue queen bed. You hide your face in her fluffy black pillow. Your room also had a closet, you now realized that you had to unpack too. You started to cry again. You loved California, you loved your friends. But now, is was gone. You let out a loud cry as you unzipped your purple bag, pulling out a pocket knife. This was something you only did when you were really emotionally sad. You flipped the switch, causing a sharp blade to pop out. You held the blade to your arm gently, pushing it harder against your skin slowly. Red liquid started to pour out of your pale skin and flow gently down your arm, landing on the wooden floor with a quietly PLOP. Tears rushed down your face, the emotional pain was disappearing as the psychical pain started to take over. Once the new wound finally stopped bleeding you put your pocket knife away and grabbed a old t shirt, using it to clean up the blood. You glared a the cut, it was deep and noticeable. You pulled down your jacket sleeve, hiding the wound. But then again, it's not like anybody in this house would even care that you were cutting yourself. But, it was the only thing that helped ease the emotional pain.

Tiffany burst though the door. "Elaine, cook dinner now!"

You looked at her, standing up from the bed. "Okay."

You cooked spaghetti for them. You didn't eat it. You weren't really that hungry. So instead you took a shower, finished packing and headed for bed. Once comfortable in your blue bed, you pulled them up above your face. You couldn't believe you started school here tomorrow. Harold had already in rolled you both in. The high school was called "La Push Reservation." A weird name, that you liked. You haven't seen no teenagers here, so it kinda worried you what the kids would be like. Would they be like the kids in California? Tan, hot, talented? You weren't even a little tired. You looked at the alarm clock on your night stand. It was already ten o'clock at night. School started at seven thirty in the morning. You tried to sleep, but too much was on your mind. That night you finally able to feel asleep at eleven. You didn't dream.

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

You were awaken by your alarm clock. You groaned, hitting the snooze button hard with you fist. Muttering a, "Oh shut up!" You dragged yourself out of bed picking out the clothes you would be wearing today. Dark blue skinny jeans, with your purple jacket that you wore a black tank top underneath, and a pair of purple converse. You brushed your black straight hair several times. You hair was mid back length. You liked it long, short hair was so boring. Next, you applied makeup. The only makeup your wore was black eye liner and mascara. After that, you grabbed your backpack and exited your room. You didn't have time to eat breakfast, so you waited patiently for Tiffany to hurry up dressing so your step father could take you two to school. You guys couldn't take the bus because Tiffany was scared of them for some strange reason, she was also scared of planes. Which was the reason we didn't take a plane here!

"Tiffany! Sweetheart! We're running late!" Harold called.

"I'm coming!" She walked down the stairs. Your eyes widened. What the fuck was she wearing! She had on short ass shorts and she wore brown knee high boots and a pink shirt that showed too much of her cleavage. Your step father wanted to tell her something, but of course he didn't.

"A-alright." He claped his hands. "Let's go! I'm already late to work! And it's all Elaine's fault!"

"I'm so sorry." You said full of sarcasm.

"Good, now come on!"

When the three of you were in the car, he drove really fast, honking the horn a few times, and cursing people out. Tiffany was laughing at this as you fault sorry for the people. He reached La Push Reservation and said, "Okay, have a good day Tiffany." He gave you a dirty look. You ignored him and got out of the car.

You stared at the kids who were also entering the school. They looked normal.

"Gross!" Tiffany whined. "There so ugly like you Elaine!"

Again, you ignored and kept walking. Once inside the school, you glared around. This school didn't look so bad. It actually looked better than your school back in California. You suddenly pushed that thought away, you had to stop thinking about California! You and Tiffany entered the Main Office. Even the Main Office looked good. It was a big room. There was a four benches, which a few kids sat on staring at you and Tiffany. Well, you were the new kid. The room also held more doors. The walls her creamy white, and floor was tiled. The woman at the front desk glared at us rudely. She was fat, had a mole on her right cheek, wore too much make up, and had glasses.

"What!" She asked rudely.

You smiled, trying to ignore her rudeness. "Um...our father just enrolled us here yesterday...and um...could we please get our schedules?"

"Names?"

"I'm Tiffany Riddle!" Tiffany singed. "And this is my ugly step sister Elaine Riddle!"

The woman smiled, obviously she like mean people. She opened a drawer to her desk and pulled out to sheets of paper. "Yes. Here you go." Tiffany snatched the papers from her and though yours on the floor. You sighed and bent over to pick it up. You read it. You had Biology, Language, Geometry, Gym, then Lunch, Art, History, and last Choir. The paper said you had locker number 1143 and your combo was 20 - 00 - 16. That sounded easy to remember, now, where was locker 1143.

"Like, is someone gonna help me?" Tiffany questioned.

The lady rolled her eyes. "Tanya!"

A girl with red hair turned around from filing paper to the lady. "Yes Mrs. Hopkins?"

"Please help this girl, and tell Embry to get his bad ass in here and help the other!" The lady ordered.

"Yes mam!" Tanya smiled as she walked up to one of the doors in the room and knocked on it. "Mr. Charles, we need to borrow Embry."

"In a second!" A loud scrathy voice yelled. It scared both you and Tiffany. Tanya smiled again as she walked up to Tiffany, "Hi, i'm Tanya Smith."

Tiffany rolled her blue eyes. "Tiffany Riddle."

Tanya smiled bigger, which was kind of strange, and said, "Well, let's go find your locker Tiffany."

As Tanya and Tiffany left the room, she gave you a dirty look before leaving. You gave her the small look and turning your back to her. You stood there awkwardly for a few minutes after Tiffany left, the lady and the kids on the bench looking you up and down, more like gawking. The door Tanya had knocked on finally opened, a teenager walking out slowly, completely showing no eagerness to do this what so ever.

You eyes blew up, you heart started to race, your cheeks covered in a light pink blush as you stared at the boy. He was tan, had chocolate brown eyes, short black hair, extremely muscular, and just plain HOT AS HELL! Right then and there, was when you thought maybe moving was such a bad idea.

that was a LONG ASS chapter. im tired :,( THANK U SO MUCH 4 READIN! U R SO LOVED! plz review! i wanna get five review before i continue! Kay? i hope u enjoyed! next chapter will be shorter and MUCH better! thanks again for reading! :)