Chapter One: A New Life

I drove the pickup truck that my dad, Charlie, so gracefully bestowed upon me to my new school. Like it couldn't be loud enough. Why did he think that giving me an old, rusty truck in a world that demands new, shiny Cadillac's make me new friends? So anyway I moved from Arizona to a little Indian Reserve called La Push. Why he lives in an Indian reserve I don't know. He's crazy is my guess. But he says that it is because his best friend, Billy Black, needs his help. It's because he is in a wheelchair. Charlie says that Billy has a son called Jacob. Why can't he help his father? Is he to lazy? Apparently he's he's fifteen. That is the natural age when people start messing with drugs and other stuff like that. Well I'm a nice person so I guess that I'll help him through this hard adolesant age.

Tiny place. I thought to myself as I pulled up to the small, one story, aged brick building that is supposedly a high school. I parked in the last available parking space.

"Gee, I sure owe Charlie an apology." I said to myself. All of the cars here are from the Stone Age. All rusty, brown, and outdated. I got out of my truck, and began to lug my heavy backpack towards the tiny school.

As I was walking by all of the other students, I felt like the middle of an Oreo Cookie. I'm not racist or anything, but all of the kids here were so dark skinned. Not dark enough to be black, but with my albino skin, everyone looked dark compared to me.

I noticed, as I walked by, that there was a bike rack near the front door. There were two mountain bikes, and one motorcycle.

"Oh so there's a rebel here." I said to myself. Then I heard roar, an ear shattering roar, and another motorcycle appeared and parked in the next available bike space. On it was a lanky boy with a light blue button up shirt, with dark boot-cut jeans and large work boots. His head was covered with a huge black shiny helmet. He took it off and a blanket of shiny long black hair flowed down to the boys shoulders. He had big brown eyes and a soft expression to his face.

"That's Jacob Black." A girl whispered into my ear.

"Huh?" I asked startled by the girl's sudden appearance out of nowhere.

"That's Jacob Black. Billy Black's son."

"Billy Black's son?" I couldn't believe it. The son of my father's best friend is this hot?

"I'm Leah Clearwater." She said. "Your Isabella Swan right?"

" I like to be called Bella."

"Oh, well Bella, I can see that you like him, so I'll take the pleasure in introducing you." then she started walking towards him. I could tell we were going to be great friends. If I stop myself from killing her that is.

He was just getting off his bike when Leah got to him. She gave him a hug then started talking. I couldn't hear them over all of the voices buzzing around me. I thought I would have a heart attack when she pointed to me and he looked in my direction.

He started walking to me, and I was just paralyzed. He was the most gorgeous boy I've ever seen.

"Hi Bella." He said.

"Urrrrrrrrggggggggggllle."

"You remember me?"

"Urrrrrrrgggggggllllllle."

"Um, are you ok?"

Instead of making a fool out of myself I just nodded. Leah snickered behind his back.

Ok, so this is my new story, I hope you like it, so please read and review.

-Gothvamp132