Authors Note: Hi!

This is all extremely new to me, so please be gentle... I just got the Idea to write this story out of the blue.. I just guessed it was my turn to write instead of searching and waiting for people to write it for me.

I hope you like it!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS OR THE TWILIGHT SAGA

I woke up with a smile on my face, which was really odd considering the argument me and my mom had the day before. My teachers had reported that they were worried about me. They had said that they had sensed some unsettling changes in my behavior lately. That I was easily distracted, distant and sad. Which was all true, but still I didn't think that they'd even noticed me, let alone cared. Sure my grades had dropped, but not horrible so. I wasn't a straight A student anymore, but for some reason it didn't matter that much anymore to me. I just felt tired and bored out of my mind in the classrooms now. I feel like I'm waiting for something, anything! To happen. I felt different.

I slung myself out of the warm comfortable bed that seemed to get softer only when I was forced to leave it. I actually cringed when my skin came in contact with the chilly air that was always present in La Push. My arms were starting to get goose bumps, but it didn't stop with just the arms. It started to spread all over my body, even my scalp. I tried desperately to warm myself up, trying to turn myself into a warm cocoon with the help of my arms. It was strange but I always felt cold, no matter how warm clothes I wore. Maybe it was this stale room that made me cold?

They're were almost no colors in my room, the little furniture I did own were either white or made out of wood. My room was simple. It wasn't clustered with useless junk and was shaped like a perfect square, so in conclusion it was pretty ordinary. But there is one thing I absolutely loved about my room and that was my window, well windows. It was three windows that formed a triangular windowsill were I had placed pillows, to form a little seating area for myself. I liked to sit there because of the beautiful view. I could sit there for hours fiddling with my guitar and just stare into the huge forest that started a couple of meters away from my house. The inside of my house might have been boring but if I walked out then I was surrounded by nature's beauty, which wasn't that bad and made living in that house more tolerable.

I walked across the cold creaky floors of my room with silent steps so that I wouldn't wake up mom. But of course when I tried to do that the floorboards betrayed me and started to creak even louder. I froze and held my breath, listening for any signs of movements downstairs. I let out a sigh of relief when I heard the soft snores and the gentle twisting and turning coming from my mom's bedroom, confirming that she was still asleep.

I was like a ghost in the morning floating around silently due to my mom's weird sleeping cycles. She works night shifts as a personal assistant which means that she leaves when I go to bed and comes home when I go off to school. I don't get to see her that often, but it doesn't matter that much to me. I like being on my own, I actually quite prefer it that way.

I walked out of my room, dreading every loud step I made, cursing myself. And went into the bathroom and started to prepare myself for school, which I thought was absolutely useless due to the lack of beauty. There were not enough products in the world to fix this mess, but I always tried to make myself presentable. I took a long hard look in the mirror, not liking what I saw the least. A tall girl, too tall with too small eyes that did not compliment her face at all. The one thing I actually did like about my face were my cheekbones, my mom said they reminded her of Pocahontas's, that they gave me an exotic feature. I had short hair before but decided to let it grow out to see if I'd fit better in longer , which I did but it still looked pretty thin dangling down to my navel. I wanted to color it to make it look thicker but my mom threaten to kill me if I did, so I simply let it stay the way it was, plain brown.

You do this every morning! Get over it, so what that you're not a beauty queen that turns heads when she walks past! What was that saying again? Oh right!

"Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference"

I brushed my hair and my teeth, deciding I didn't have time for breakfast anyways. I looked around the bathroom to see if there was anything else I could do to make myself look at least decent, saw the mascara and immediately decided against it. I did not want to torture myself with the eye poking that even trying would cause.

I walked back to my room with an air of hopelessness that I would get whenever I beat myself down.

I started to force smile and soon enough it started to become a genuine smile. I crossed the room to where my dresser stood and started to pick out todays outfit. About ten minutes later I decided on a pair of light blue flared jeans with a long-sleeved button down shirt which was my favorite shirt due to the color. I loved dark green! It reminded me so much of my back yard forest.

I pulled on my black converse and my dad's old leather jacket. That jacket was the only thing I had left of him. Mom had set fire to everything else as a kind of "healing" process, closure I guess but she never really got it. I turned around and grabbed the keys to my beloved car. It was a black 1967 Mercury Comet, the roof could be folded down but I could rarely do that because of La Push's horrible climate. So it stayed up which was a shame but I still loved that car.

I loved driving to school. The road I drove on every morning was always so peaceful, it was so quiet that you could hear the birds singing high up in the trees. But the drive ended too quickly in my opinion because a few minutes later I noticed that I was already parked outside of the school. As I walked towards the huge building that was starting to get crowded by kids greeting and embracing each other, I noticed that nobody was rushing to my side to ask me how my day was or even just nodding hi in my direction. I was a loner and I don't mean that in a depressing way, I just didn't have time for friends, with work and studying and all. And it didn't help that I was a painfully shy girl who preferred reading over watching Dear John.

As I walked over to my looker to grab my History books an embarrassing thought crossed my mind.

I wonder if Jared is here today. As quickly as the thought appeared a familiar heat started to creep into my cheeks. I've had a crush on him for two years, after he saved me. Yeah I know, I have a hero complex.

I was beginning to worry about him. He's been gone for three weeks now and people are starting to whisper about him. They said that he had joined a gang and become really buff like mouthwatering buff. A couple of guys a grade higher than me had apparently seen him running around without his shirt in the forest a couple of days ago with some older guys, which makes no sense what so ever.

I missed him. His smile, his laugh even his furrowed brow. I shook myself out of the little love fantasy and carried on as I usually did.

I entered the half full classroom, took my seat which was at the back of the classroom, next to the big window overlooking the forest. I got lost in the view and my mind started to wander off into meaningless thoughts, like what time I started work today, when the English paper was due, what I'm eating for dinner, if mom was working an extra shift to night.

I looked down at my desk and reached for my binder and pencils when a strong masculine voice caught my attention. I looked up and was surprised when my questioning eyes looked straight into the warm brown eyes I've been dreaming of ever since I was fourteen. He looked good, strong and healthy. I mustered up the courage to speak, and all I said was.

"Huh?" God I am such an idiot. Quick say something clever. Anything. Anything at all. Nothing came, my mind was blank.

Air was non-existing right now as he was staring into my eyes with the oddest expression. We just sat there, quietly. Trapped in waves that circled around us, creating some privacy among a classroom full of people. The whole outside world started to fly away and all I was left with was those eyes, those beautiful eyes. He looked just as confused as I felt but there was something in his face. He looked at me like I was the most precious thing in the whole wide world

As I started to say something to break the silence that hung in the air, my vision started to get darker and my head lighter.

Oh this is not good! You're going to..

Before I could finish the thought I had already fainted.

This first chapter was a little short but the others will be longer so stick to it and review!

Love you all!