Serena's POV

"I don't want to go," I complained.

"Shut it, kid. We're doing this for dad."

I sighed. "Whatever."

My sister, Lily, and I had just moved to La Push reserve outside of Forks, Washington, with our father. I hated it here. My skin was so pale, and stuck out so badly, that I felt uncomfortable and self conscious.

"Serena, are you ready, yet?" Lily yelled from down the hall.

"Almost," I mumbled under my breath. I put my shoes on, grabbed my things, then left the room, meeting Lily in the front door threshold.

We walked out the front door and down the pathway to the school. It was a ten minute walk. When we arrived, Lily asked a random kid were the office was. He gave directions, and we were on our way.

The lady at the front desk gave us a strange look, when we walked in. Lily cleared her throat. "Hi. I'm Lily Asher, and this is my sister, Serena Asher. We're here for our schedules."

The woman nodded her head – obviously not caring about new students (or not wanting to deal with people this early in the morning). I couldn't blame her.

Soon enough - or sooner than I would have liked - the lady handed us our schedules, and got one of the office aids to show us were to go.

The morning seemed to drag on. I could only imagine the friends Lily was already making. That's my sister, for you. Talkative, outgoing, friendly. Completely unlike me.

I'm the exact opposite. Shy, cold, distant. Indifferent to the world around me. I didn't want to talk to anyone, unless I had to.

At lunch, I pulled out my book - The Dead of Summer - and sat at a table, quietly.

As I was finishing a chapter, a shadow loomed over me. I looked up.

There stood a very tall, tan kid. He had short hair, and dark eyes. He smiled.

"Hello. Jared."

I gave a small smile. "Serena."

So much for not talking to people.