Hi all! First Twilight fan-fic, I'm not a big fan of it, but I do love be some Jacob Black hotness! Here goes. Oh and, DISCLAIMER: every recognizable character in this belongs to Meyer, I own plot and OC's.


Prologue


She tugged on the hoodie's black sleeve, making sure it went all the way down to her thumb and tugged up the hood before she pushed through the door. She tried to disappear in the sea of people that flooded the halls, keeping her head low, trying very hard to be inconspicuous, or better, invisible. She got to her locker fine, no one spoke to her or touched her, yet. Switching a couple of books from her messenger bag, she gently closed the locker door and slowly turned and leaned against it. She took out her waterbottle and sipped it, trying to find the least hazardous path to her first class. Sighing, she started making her way forward as the bell rang. She was the last to enter the classroom, but was still before the teacher. She tried to make it all the way to the back of the room, to occupy the only unoccupied table, her table. But a leg shot out in front of her, far to fast and close for her to react and she hit the floor hard, hurting her knees and wrists. She winched as a sharper pain flooded up through her arm from her left wrist. The class burst out laughing, the guy who's leg had felled her high five'd the guy next to him. No one said a word to her though, as she scrambled to her feet, clenching her teeth as she turned around and raised her fist. Before she could think, rage took over and just as the teacher walked through the door, her knuckles connected to the leg-guy's jaw, throwing him into his friend's side.

"TALAE LITTLECREEK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"

She didn't hear her at first, her teeth were bared as the guy stared at her unbelievingly, holding his jaw.

"LITTLECREEK!", she turned to her teacher this time, saw the furious look on her face and knew what came next. The teacher hurriedly scribbled something on a lap of paper, "Principles office, NOW!"

Talae stepped forward and shakily took the note from the raging old woman and started for the door, head down, rubbing her wrist through her sleeve.

"Fat bitch..." she heard whispered, probably from the guy she hit, maybe from his friend, she couldn't tell, but it still hurt.

She walked through the empty hallways. Being thirteen, insecure and overweight was far from easy. More borderlining on suicide-worthy, with what she had to endure practically anywhere but home. Though, she had lost some of that "babyfat" lately...

She rubbed her wrist. As she was alone in the hallway, she dared pulling up her sleeve to inspect the damage. Five linear cuts crossed her left wrist. They'd already turned into pink slits, all closed up and they were only aching, not stinging anymore. She frowned. That was fast. Way too fast.

She stopped at the door labled "Receptions Office" and grudgingly made her way inside. She took a glance at the front-desk. The secretary looked at her with an eyebrow raised, as if to say "You stupid kid", and jerked her head towards another door with "Hammond Jones, Principle" written in black across the glasswindow in it. She sighed and took a seat beside the door, dropping her bag between her feet.

She'd been here before, sure, mostly for the same reason. But lately her anger-outbursts had gotten worse, more frequent, more... powerful. She didn't even feel the hit, her knuckles didn't hurt as they had before, but she'd bet on that kid turning up with a big fat bruise tomorrow. Maybe it was because she didn't feel so good, her mom did say she'd been sporting a fever this morning, though she didn't feel all that sick, more like.. pressured. Yeah, that was it. Maybe...

Oh, her mom was going to be maaaaad...


So, write me what you think, should I continue/not continue?

Talae is pronounced Tah-lay