Kimvisable

Prologue

KPOV

I live in La Push, Washington. In a small forest covered Native American reservation. Under constant rainy weather. Rain so thick you can barely see the little town. The population is a small 370 including me. It's not really a town more as four or five huge connected streets. It's pretty hard to get lost. We have one gas station, one school (K-12), and no malls. Just little stores. The city is where the cool stuff is.

La push like the rest of the world is separated in different parts. No matter how people pretend to be nice, it does matter where you're from. People see you coming from an area and they already have a preconceived notion about you.

South LP is most referred to as the ghetto. All the houses are shoebox small and only has one bathroom. The houses are stacked together. Every ten years of so the government pays to get them painted in obviously ugly colors. To make the houses look better ( yea –ok).People down on there luck buy house there (the government provides them). That is the low of the low. There are always stray cats around there and it has a slight fishy smell, thanks' to the Washington Fishery a couple of streets over. Nobody wants to live there. Nobody talks to the people who live there. Living under a rock would be more appealing.

Then there east LP, that's where I live. It's were the middle class live. The houses are standard size and most kids from school live there. The houses are spaced where not everyone's breathing on everybody else. But enough to attract the occasional noisy neighbor (*cough* Mrs. WaterKemp). The view is nice since its right near North Beach. Its pretty plain and nothing really cool happens, well except for the beach parties I don't get invited to.

North LP is the best part of La Push. The houses are big and the neighborhood is quiet and clean. The cops are never called there. Nothing bad happens .We call it the suburbs. All of the kids who live there are richer then the rest of the kids in school. Most of there parents work for the government. They all have there own cars. There popular and the meanest people I know (well from a distance).Most of them are anyway.

I live in a small house covered by forest and rain.

My parents divorced when I was seven. My mother is commited nurses at the Forks Nursing Home and sometimes helps at the Hospital. She works nonstop. I barely see her most nights. But she always leaves me a post it on the fridge to tell me stuff.

My dad works and runs his own little convince store called Quick Stop. It's the biggest convince store the rez has. Business is pretty good since its both near the gas station and school and everything else. Since there's no mall or anything most kids hang out there.

Then there's Nicole.

Nicole is my older "perfect" sister. She's the type of girl everybody loved, and secretly hated. I know I do.

She was social and knew everything about everyone. She was on the volleyball team, track team, basketball team. She was always on the homecoming court. (I would have to hear her whine for hours that she should have been queen) She was always going to, coming from or being invited to parties. She matched her shoes to her belt. Her belt to her purse. Her purse to her nail polish. And always had a boyfriend. Many in fact. She had fun watching them fight over her. She liked to keep them on there toes. She would say.

Nicole's in college now, so I don't have to live in her shadow at school. Not that anyone believed we were sisters. Nicole made sure no one knew we were. She would make it a point not to look at me and kept contact to a minimal. She would drop me off a block from school. Sisterly love, nothing like it.

Much to my displeasure, she still lives at home.

Like I said "perfect"

I'm just Kimberley Marie Union.

I mean I was just Kimberley.

I was that girl everybody sees but doesn't notice. The girl who does her homework on time. Has perfect attendance. The girl who has only one close "weird" friend because she's to shy to talk to anyone else. The nobody, the nothing. The only person you'd bump into in the hall and wouldn't even notice. She was practically a mute. Not that she minded. She was such a push over.

That was Kimberly. Not to say she was a bad person. She wasn't.

She was also really nice, dependable, sweet and funny. She was a creative writer, whose words could inspire the most uninspired. She was a decent artist. She loved to laugh and smile all the time.

But nobody noticed. Not that she really cared. She did care what he thought.

He as in the most perfect, wonderful picture of a Native American Adonis. He had shoulder length, glossy, black hair. Eyes that where the deepest darkest brown (you could get lost, I would know). His face was straight and logically handsome. He had some childhood roundness to his cheeks that didn't really balance with his tall lean body type. This made him look unique and different from the rest of the boys. I loved him for it. It made him look absolutely adorable. He had broad straight shoulders that looked strong.

He also had this way about him, which is hard to explain. You had to be train in Jared to know what I'm talking about. He just walks so confident and so self-assured like he owned the room. He just lit up a room.

Best of all he looked wild, a bad boy, but he was far from it. Even in his football uniform he looked wild (oh that uniform!). It was tight and left almost nothing to the imagination. It looked like it was painted on his lean toned frame. Only he could look good in our school colors, brown and gold If you go to La Push High (LPHS), you know exactly who I'm talking about, if you don't know my future husband, of course he had no idea I breathe, his name is.

Jared Knight.

As in my Knight in shining armor.

Looking back on it, I think I've always like Jared. I could not think of a time were I thought anything negative about him. In all the years I've went to school with him. Even as a temperamental kindergartener.

I think I started loving Jared in sixth grade, when we were assigned lab partners in Mrs. Tamer's class. I was running late and forgot my backpack in the lunchroom. I was so disappointed in myself, I know its nerdy but I always prided myself on my good attendance. I was too much like my mom in the way I always obsess over things. He agreed to be my partner and he let me use his pen and shared his biology book with me. He might have thought nothing of it, but it meant a lot to me. Most of the kids didn't wanted to work with me, because I was in a heavily boy populated class. Girls had cooties or another form of a make believe disease. So there was strictly no girl – boy relations. He didn't tease me and he was the only one mature enough to be ok with working with a girl.

He didn't whine or complain. Unlike Timothy Stone who claimed he was allergic to his partner. But Jared took it with a sort of dignity that was rare.

The whole time I would sneak glances at him and that's when I noticed his eyes where so deep and that his voice had a calm and low tone to it. Even as a sixth grader. That his handwriting would vary from long and straight, to short and crooked as he wrote down are names on the fact sheet. I kept biting my cheeks and tried so hard not to smile like an idiot. But I couldn't help it my stomach was uneven and everything he said was wonderful. I couldn't help it.

I never knew how beautiful the Carbon Cycle was until he talked about it.

I left the class in an open-mouthed daze.

"Are you trying to catch flies?" Cayce said on the bus that day. Usually a comment like that even good-natured left me feeling self-conscious. However, my Jared fixed didn't ware off then. It didn't for a while.

After that day, I was hooked. I was completely smitten. That's when I started my journals and never looked back.

I don't know what it was but I felt an instant connection. Everywhere I went I would always think about him. It came to a point (7th grade) that I stopped trying not to think about him. I never talked to him other than that day. I was way to shy and could never gain an once of confidence to talk to him. It was serious to me, when all the girls worried about there hair and nails, the preteen years. I thought about Jared everywhere and everyday I would actually think he would just glance at me but no, he never really notices me at all.

It was ok. I realized it was better that way.

I would sit down and draw his silhouette whenever I had free time in class. My notebook-to be honest-ALL my notebooks had his name in it. Jared+Kimberley. Jared forever. ILY Jared. It goes on and on. Mrs. Jared Knight was my favorite. One day a teacher was grading my notebook, for pre-class entries and almost gave the book to Jared thinking it was his. After 30 minutes of hyperventilating at the thought of Jared reading my notebook , I promised my self I would have to hide my notebooks. I could sit down for hours and just write his name and not get bored. To just be amused by my inner thoughts of him. I would look at my self in the mirror and practiced what I would say to him. The exact expressions. I would be smiling slightly, hand on my hip (right hand) and a calm and welcoming look in my eyes. I would shuffle my iPod and pick the mood of our conversation.

My best friend Cayce was always bugging me about Jared "Talk to him" like it was that easy like I could just go up to Jared and say what hi. I'd faint. She didn't understand my crippling shyness.

We were only friends out of convenience. I was to quiet to talk to anyone. She was too different to fit in. She was a rebel. She was pretty in an odd way. Short and petite. Four piercings in each ear. She wore thrift store clothes (although her mother could afford brand names) She lived in the north side after all. She dyed her hair constantly, it clashes with her copper skin. But she claimed it made her look like a Hot Topic model. She did and said whatever she wanted. Sometimes I think she doesn't have a filter for her thoughts, because she blurts them out. No matter how inappropriate or embarrassing to me.

Where I was plain, Cayce was out there. She was the exact opposite of me. A major plus with being Cayce's friend was that she lives a mere 4 house away from Jared. (Jealous) Sleepovers were very cool.

One day she started talking to me and we've been friends ever since. More like she forced me. She would volunteer us to be partners for every class. Its not like I really had a choice. But I'm glad she's so persistent. I soon learned that behind all the black eyeliner was a real good person. She was the only one I ever talked about Jared with.

La Push supports tribe unity. All is welcome they say.

Please

There is only one school in La push. Its one huge, run down, prison looking, gray stone building. The school is cut off into different building. Separated by grades. The most colorful windows are is were the younger kids go.

The more depressing and gray belong to the High School.

High schools are always segregated. Ours were no different. The school was divided in groups. All different groups for all different personalities (Punks, Jocks, Metal Heads, Goths, Scene, Too weird to be Scene, Popular's, Nerds, Emos, Rebels..exct).

But there was a greater divide in the school which I liked to call the have's or the have not's.

I was a have not.

Jared was a have.

Me= loser. Jared = popular.

When we reached High School, Jared joined the football team. He was the most athletic and had great height (a whopping 5'10); of course, he became the star quarterback right after his first game. He brought the team to play for the state, we won almost every game. That was only because he missed one, due to an "emergency" He was LPHS' golden boy and he was gorgeous.

He was untouchable, so out of my league it was pathetic to think we might breathe the same air. All my hopes of gaining enough courage (ha) to ask to homecoming were crushed. Of course, I didn't go to homecoming.

Me and Cayce boycotted the whole event as a chauvinistic, racist, repulsive, ill mannered. wHich meant that we both didn't get dates. Not that we really cared. I was to obsessed with Jared to want to go with Fredrick Mystic. who asked me in gym class. And Cayce said all the boys at school were to mundane and dull for her taste. We didn't want to waste so much money an a pointless thing. So we gorged ourselves on extra cheese pizza, chips and diet cokes while watching our favorite movies.

But Jared did, with Ava Klein. Who you guessed it is one of the five prettiest girls in our grade. Jared dated all of them, but I still loved him.

I knew this because Nikki Stone, one of the four prettiest girls was actually yelling to Amber, another one from the famous five, in our biology class.

"I can't Believe Ava." Nikki screeched. The teacher left for a "coffee" break and we were left to do independent reading. It was a two days before the dance. "She knew I wanted to ask Jared, She knew! I bet if I would cart wheels in front of him, I'd get asked out to but I'm not going to stoop to that, well maybe I would but I would be classier about it."

She said as she exaggerated a hair flip. Really who does that?

Oh did I mention they were all cheerleaders?

The Fab Five they called themselves, consisted of the shallowest, self absorbed, cruelest, drama queens I have ever had the displeasure to sit next to. They were all generic and wore only preppy clothes. They honestly had no personalities they like whatever was "in". The only thing they read is fashion magazines and the occasional trashy tabloids. They loved to hear, start and spread rumors. They spread a rumor our sophomore year that I and Cayce were lesbian lovers.

I was so frustrated, not only because they were all talking so loud, but because they didn't deserve him. I am a bit biased though; I didn't think anyone was good enough for him. But especially them. They only liked him on a shallow High School level. Where I loved him.

Not his good looks or status. I liked him because his laughter is one of a kind; he hums songs even if he has no idea about the lyrics. He's Confident and stands up for himself. He applies himself in everything. The confidence I wish I had, I found in him .He's so down to earth and has such great opinions on life. The way he moves his hair and licks his lips. He lived on the north side, but he wasn't stuck up like the rest of them (excluding Cayce of course).Oh and when has no clue what were doing in geometry but still pushes himself, knowing he's better than giving up. He's not as immature as the rest of the boy's (such as Paul that jerk). Jared actually cares about important things like getting scholarships (I over heard a conversation between him and Coach Phelps) he thought about his career and his future, he cared.

I could write a book (my journal) about how great Jared is. He had to be. He was the center of Kimberley Union's whole life.