Disclaimer: Twilight and its characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. Brooklyn (the character not the city) belongs to me. Oh and the song belongs to Three Days Grace.

Chapter 1

~Leah~

This really and truly sucked. What day is it you might ask? It was the day Sam Uley and Emily Young were to be married. And she, Leah Clearwater, had the great honor to be one of Emily's bridesmaids. Leah was sure the only reason she agreed to it was some misplaced, deeply buried hope that Sam would realize that Emily was wrong for him and that the person he should be marrying was Leah. Of course, that was never going to happen, thanks to the magic known as imprinting. That was why she was currently on First Beach moping. That's right Leah Clearwater, the biggest bitch in La Push second only Blondie leech in the world was moping. Thankfully no one, and by no one she meant Seth, saw her sneak out of the reception. Her father once told her that her potential was as limitless as the ocean, maybe that why she found herself here.

Her eyes drifted down her bridesmaid's dress. It was a beautiful light blue knee length dress. However she couldn't wait to rip it off and burn it, preferable in a bon fire in front of Emily and Sam. Of course she couldn't do that, with her luck it would come back and quickly bite her in the ass. The only bright sides of her life right now were: she was finally free of Sam's mind; she was Beta and the college classes she was taking. The downsides everybody in her pack had imprinted but her of course and she had to see those thoughts. She wondered if it was true that she wasn't able to imprint. So far it seemed true. She must have been there for hours because when she was finally able to pull out of her semi-depressing thoughts, the sky had gone dark, though it wasn't that different to her, being a wolf and all. Movement caught her eye as she quickly realized it was a shooting star. What the hell she thought.

"I wish for an imprint. I don't care who or what as long as they are decent and not a murdering leech. Just someone who is mine and can take away this pain."

~Brooklyn~

Tonight, my head is spinning

I need something to pick me up

I've tried but nothing is working

I won't stop

I won't say I've had enough

Tonight I start the fire

Tonight I break away

I bobbed my head as Three Days Grace's "Break" blasted through my stereo as I drove along. The vibrations from my cell phone brought me out of my music-induced bubble. I groaned when I saw who it was. To answer or not to answer, there really is no question. I brought the phone up to my ear pressed the answer button.

"Mom I can't talk now. I'm driving"

"Honey, you're always driving and when you're not driving, you're taking pictures or sleeping." I sighed as I pulled off the road. This was going to be a long conversation.

"Mom what is it that you wanted?" The best way to deal with moms: cut to the chase.

"Honey you sound…tense?" As if she wasn't quite sure if that was the right word, usually me and tense aren't anywhere close to each other in the same sentence. "Tense doesn't even begin to describe this…..whatever it is. It's like every nerve and cell in my body is wired and I don't know why or how to make it go away." This thing was slowly driving me mad.

"I could ask your Aunt Lena-"I was never going to allow that to happen. "No, I'd rather keep her out of it and my life, too. Family means nothing to that woman and I don't feel like being in her debt any time soon." My "Aunt" Lena is my grandmother's younger sister and is absolutely horrible, at least in my opinion and everyone else's in my family besides my mother. The only reason she got away with half the crap she pulled off was because she was special or so they say.

"If you're sure, so where are you exactly?" Ah so now we find out what she wanted. "I'm pulled over on the side of the road in Washington. How's Dad by the way?"

"He caught the flu. He's currently in bed sleeping and stop changing the subject." I couldn't help but grin. I love my mom but annoying her is fun too. Honest, my dad agrees with me. I glanced up at my rearview mirror only to see what appeared to be a police car approaching me.

"Sorry Mom, a cop is coming and is probably wondering why the heck I am pulled over. Tell Dad I said, 'Hi, I hope you feel better and that I love you.' Gotta go, love ya, talk you later."

"Call me tomorrow, Brooklyn I mean it. I love you. Bye." The click that entered my ear let me know my mom had hung up. I never hang up on my mom; the consequences are far too scary to think about even with me on the other side of the country.

I waited patiently for the cop to pull up, honestly what else could I do? I was in no mood for a ticket for being a safe driver. Time seemed to slow down as the cop took his sweet time pulling in behind me. I watched as he got out of his car and slowly approached my car as if he was expecting me to bolt. Ha, as if I had anything to hide. Correction I had plenty to hide but nothing that concerned him and his fancy badge. Gah, those whack-a-doodles I call my parents are turning me into a whack-a-doodle. Whoopsie the cop is here. I rolled down my window and put on my best sheepish smile.

"What can I do for you officer?"

"Why are you sitting on the side of the road? Do you need help?"

"Sure I do, if you have a medicine that curbs a mother's need to know her daughter's every moment. I was talking to my mom on my cell phone and usually she demands my full attention so it's just easier to pull off the road, normally I would pull into a parking lot but there is a severe lack of them around here."

"Alright I'll let you go, be careful."

"Thank you, sir. Oh, one more thing, what's the nearest town with a motel to here?"

"That would be Forks. Just keeping going down this road you'll see the sign for your turn." Sure enough, he was right. As I pulled into the motel parking lot that restlessness that had been plaguing eased up a bit. It was still there but I didn't feel like I was going to tear my hair out in frustration. Something good was going to happen here, I just know it.