AN: Here's my first fanfic. I hope you like it. This came to my mind while I was in school, and couldn't resist to write it down. Hopefully, this will be over 30 chapters. But I don't know. This is going to be a werewolf story. No vamps, well, there will be vamps, but you probably won't see any Cullens in this story. I cant say anything because I don't know where this story will end up yet. I'll try to update every week or weekend, but I'm not making any promises. I can get writers block pretty easily, which sucks. I hate writers block with a passion. Anyways, I hope you all like my story. I guess I'm done rambling. Please review. I'll thank everyone individually who reviews. That's a promise I can keep. I want to know I'm not updating this for no reason. Anyways, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, Stephanie Meyer does. I only own my characters, plot and whatever other wacky ideas I come up with. J
I hope you enjoy!
P.S.: I might change my title. I'm not sure if it's the appropriate name for this particular story. If any of you have any ideas, go ahead and tell me 'em. I'll be glad to accept any I like. :3
Happily Ever After.
Chapter 1: Imprint.
My life is like a living nightmare. Suffocating me until I have nothing left to live for. Until my heart is ripped out of my chest. I have nothing to live for, in this little world I call home. In this little world that's supposed to be comforting. What is this word called love? Is it the fluttering feeling you get in your chest when someone you are close to is in danger? Is it the little feeling you get when you see someone and feel like your heart is about to explode? Is that what love feels like? Am I supposed to feel anything?
Of 'course, no one I know of cares enough to love me. Not even my family. They're always dropping me off somewhere be it the bookstore, the grocery store, or the arcade. They just give me money and drop me off. Not that I'm complaining about that, but sometimes I wait for countless hours. Sometimes I wonder if they just do this to get me out of their hair. Of 'course they do. They've never shown any interest in me unless it's to tell me what to do or beat me.
See, my parents don't know how to treat kids - teenagers - with any respect. They think it's fun to torture them until they feel like dieing! That's how I feel. Like I have a hole in my chest.
So I'll ask again. What is this word, love we all speak of? 'Cause I have no feeling. I never feel it because I've never had the choice to feel it. To feel loved. To be held. To be comforted. To feel like your not alone in the world. To feel like your not a nuisance, and someone actually wants you in your life. I never get that feeling. I feel like I'm just a dot that everyone hates, and walks over me.
Of 'course I have friends. Only a couple who will actually hang out with me. They have the life I have. Parents like I have. The feelings like I have. Like you can trust no one. Like your just this thing that everyone likes to torture. That no one cares for.
I'm sitting at the back of the class, my hood over my face. I look up and see my two friends come in, chattering. They saw me and smiled, walking over to where I was sitting.
"Hi there," Kayla smiled, sitting in the empty seat beside me. Empty. That's how it always was. Until Kayla and Jazmine came into my life.
Kayla was the tall skinny athletic girl. She took track and was a cheerleader. But she wasn't your typical cheerleader who only cared for herself. She was much better then that, and we bonded because of the life we have. We have almost the same life. She has straight black hair with red highlights like flames. Her hair flows gracefully along her neck as she walks. But still, even though she was beautiful, no one paid attention to her.
Then there's Jazmine. The short shy one, who doesn't talk much. Curly blonde hair with baby blue eyes. Medium weight, not to big but not to skinny. They were sisters. Twins, though you couldn't tell by looking at them. We bonded over parents. Over our lifestyle. Because people hated us for no apparent reason. Because we were different.
I smiled at her, "Hi Kayla. Hi Jazzy. What's cookin'?" I asked, pulling the hood off to reveal my now messy dark brown hair with red-and-black highlights. I was skinny, looking like I was anorexic. I often got told I was, but ignored them. I new I wasn't, and that's all that mattered. Right?
"Ahhh. Cookies. Yumm," Jaz slurred with a giggle. I rolled my eyes at her. She can be random at times.
"I wasn't talking about Cookies Jazzy," I laughed, poking her playfully.
She rolled her eyes, "I know. I just want some Cookies, that's all," She shrugged nonchalantly. I laughed at her. She was my best friend of the two sisters. She was like me, in many ways. Kayla was a cheerleader with many talents. If falling over my two feet was a talent, I'd sure be talented. I couldn't do anything. All I could do was sing, but that wouldn't get me anywhere.
"I was thinking about going to the first beach after school. You guys wanna come?" Kayla asked, getting her biology book out of her bag.
I shrugged, "If it means not going home after school, I'm in," I agreed. I didn't want to have to see my parents. They were mean to me, always beating me for no reason.
"I new you'd say yes," Kayla chuckled at me. She turned to her sister, "How about you Jaz. Do you wanna come with us to the beach?" She asked, fluttering her eyelids. She always did that when she wanted something. And normally, it worked. For her sister anyways.
Jaz shrugs her shoulders, "Sure. I haven't had something fun to do all week," She agreed. I laughed, feeling the same way.
The bell rung and everyone got the their seat. The teacher started babbling about stuff about Biology and I almost drifted off. The class seemed to go by fast as the last bell rung for school today. I gathered my books and followed Jaz and Kayla out of the school.
We walked to Kayla's car. I opened the back seat, and put my book bag in. I walked over to the other side and slipped into the seat. Jaz and Kayla put their book bags in the trunk of the car. Kayla got her own car, bought it with her own money. She got her Aunt to act as her mom so that she could get her permit. She always got what she wanted. She had that affect on people.
We talked about random stuff as we parked in the parking lot of the beach. We got out, slamming the doors closed. We walked to the beach.
When you walk onto the beach you expect people to be watching, right? Well, not us. We're the most ignored people on the planet. We were, until today.
Walking onto the beach, we sat down in some sand. We didn't have any towels or anything, so we had to sit on the sand. I didn't mind. I loved how the sand felt between my toes. I giggled as I picked sand up with my feet and dropped them in a pile.
"It's been a while since I've been on the beach," I admitted, still playing in the sand.
"That's because your parents are total bitches," Kayla reminded me. I laughed, and nodded my head. She was right. They were total bitches.
I kept on playing with the sand. When I looked up some guys were looking at us. I blushed, looking away from them. They were cute. Looking muscular, without being on steroids. When I looked back I saw a guy staring at me blankly. Then his gaze turned loving. I shook my head, looking away. Maybe I was dreaming. No one cared enough about me.
"Earth to Analee!" I heard a vice. I blinked, and looked over to where Jazmine and Kayla were standing. "Coming into the water or not?" Kayla asked, tilting her head.
I nodded my head, standing up and dusting some of the sand off. When I went to follow them, a warm hand touched my shoulders. I shrieked and whipped around to find a black haired boy with chocolate brown eyes in front of me. "Ana?" I heard another voice but couldn't comprehend who it was. I was too busy looking into these chocolate brown eyes. They stared back at me with so much intensity, I thought they would explode.
"Hi. I'm Jacob Black. And you are?" He asked, reaching his hand out and offering me to shake it. I smiled, and took it.
"Analee Phillips." I introduced.
"Phillips… Where have I heard that name before?" He asked himself, looking deep in thought.
"Analee!" I heard someone call. I blinked, turning to see Jazmine and Kayla with pretty annoyed faces.
"Oh! I have to go. My friends want to swim in the water," I explained, shaking the eerie feeling I had with him to the side. There was no way he loved me, right? He only just met me.
"Maybe we can hang out later then?" He asked with a charming smile. I stood there in a daze and just nodded my head. He smiled and jogged back to his group of friends who slapped them on the back and laughed.
I whipped around and raced after my friends into the water, splashing them as I ran. They laughed, splashing me back. Then, Kayla spoke, "He was cute." She chuckled, looking at me curiously.
I laughed with her. She was right on that mark. He was seriously cute. I turned my head to see him staring at me intently, eyes thoughtful and loving. Was it possible? Had I found my other half?
There was a lot I didn't know about him. And some I didn't want to find out.
AN: There ya go! Do you like it? Hate it? Please review! J Pretty please? If you review, you'll get a plushie of your choice!3
~Dark Angel of Magic~