Chapter One
Thanks to everyone who reviewed and will review. I want to thank my friend Peppermint Storm because she insipred me to write this in the first place. And my friend Dreaming In A Nightmare who got me hooked on Fanfiction to start with. And I apologize in advance for any and all mistakes.
Disclaimer for entire story: I don't own anything you recognize. Everything you are even familiar with belongs to the great Stephanie Meyer. I'm just toying with them.
Callie's Point of View
"There are many benefits of health insurance. For instance...," my Personal Finance Teacher droned on and on. Normally I would have been listening because I like this class but I have a lot on my mind and just want to go home.
RING!
Finally the bell! I ran out of there as fast as possible. Time for the best class of the day. ART. I grabbed the only things I need for this class, my book and my pencil pouch and get ready to walk to the art room. Instead I crash into my best friend Vanessa, who also has art with me.
"Whoa there, slow down the bell just rang. We got four minutes," she said while sticking her things in her locker right next to mine.
"I know but I really want to finish my typography," I told her.
All that earned me was an eye roll. It was the truth though. I love to loose myself in my art. That's why Vanessa and I are such good friends. We don't have to talk to be comfortable with each other. It's just natural.
. We made our way to art in silence. As soon as we got our stuff out it was like no one else existed. Cliche' much. But it's the truth. I hate when people don't do their work, which is a coincidence becaue there are a total of four people who do what they are supposed to in this class. Sigh.
Art was very productive. I got the hair on my girl done and it looks good if I do say so myself.
Vanessa and I parted ways after that. She works at the rest home in Forks so she has to leave and beat the rush of students who want nothing more than to get out of thiss hell hole.
"Hey, Callie. What's up?" my friend JoAn asks. We aren't very close but we have had classes together since freshman year. And in a small school that means something.
"Not much. I have to stay after school to help with something but then I am home free. How about you?" I asked.
"Well, Kassandra, Wesley and I are going to a party in Port Angeles," JoAn said.
"Cool. Well I hope you have a good time," I told her.
"I will. See you tomorrow," she said before walking away.
It took me about half an hour to do what the teacher had asked. I would have been there longer but other people were helping me as well. Thank God for that because otherwise it would have been me and my IPod for an hour and a half.
"Get out of my way," a voice boomed from behind me. Ugh, Paul. why goes the world hate me.
Paul and Amanda shoved their way past me without a second glance. Ugh, they make me sick.
I walked home listening to Paramore. They are my all-time favorite band. I could listen to them for hours on end and never get bored.
I walked into my house to be met with the sight of my aunt and uncle's worried faces.
"Oh Thank God you're alright!" my aunt yelled, pulling me close.
"Uh yeah. I had to stay after school to help my teacher and I missed the bus and had to walk home," I told them.
They exchanged worried looks.
"You don't know," my uncle told me.
"Know what?" I asked, confused.
"Callie, sweetheart, there's been an accident," my aunt said.
The only thing that was running through my mind was Who?
Sorry to stop it there but I am really tired and don't want to screw up because I fall asleep. I can tell you now that some of the things that I write about are true. Obviously not the who werewolf/imprint thing but I am going to try and incorporate things that have actually happened. R&R!