Chapter dedicated to Bible chick – my one reviewer – your awesome!

I woke up to the sound of rain, bouncing off of the tin roof above me. I opened my bleary eyes, to find my world to be completely black. But then I realised I had my sleeping bag covering my face. I pushed it away from my face angrily, feeling flustered from the heat I had managed to generate through the night, a feat only possible in a sleeping bag due to my abnormally poor circulation, causing me to have a generally low body temperature.

The largish room I was lying in was lit dimly by a large bay window that overlooked a small front yard, where my car was parked. I sat up, realising I was in the living room, due to the fact I could see the kitchen through a small archway.

I got up, ditching the sleeping bag in the corner of the room and went to explore my new home. I was very pleasantly surprised. It was small, one bedroom, one bathroom, and a kitchen/dining room/ living area, but it was all me. My room was painted a dark blue, with cream carpet that went throughout the house except the bathroom, which along with the kitchen was in really good repair and it looked clean – something very important if you're me!

I decided to go and get the few belongings I had brought with me from the car and into the house, so, braving the rain that looked like hail, I managed to get my things in one full swoop. And then the delivery van arrived. I managed to stay fairly dry whilst the men brought my belongings in, munching on my cheese sandwiches, sat on my small porch that was sheltered from the rain.

I couldn't believe how green everything was, it sure was different from home. I sighed as I said goodbye to the removal men, they had finished quickly, it wasn't yet 10am, due to the small amount of belongings I had.

In a chest of draws, I found my old clothes, put them on and got to work; unpacking, shifting and generally making this old house my home. At some point in the afternoon, the rain stopped and I decided to go for a run and take a break. I donned my rain jacket, hoping that the heavens would hold out for my run, and closed the door behind me. I jogged down the small, wide street, passing very few houses, and lots and lots of trees, until I reached the beach. The surf was wild, the sand saturated from the previous rain. I started jogging down the beach, away from La Push, towards the end of the cove, where I saw a cliff jutting out into the sea.

I ran all the way up to the cliff and where it joined the sea, then back, up along the seemingly empty beach. Panting as I reached the track back up to the village, I pulled off my sticky jacket, tying it around my waist. I jogged slowly back to my home, thinking only of a shower. I stripped off my clothing, dumping it in a pile on the floor, turning the shower on, leaving it until it ran hot. There was no shower curtain, and the water seemed to flow freely over the floor. Damn. I washed my hair quickly, rubbing in my coconut shampoo and conditioner before getting out. I left my hair damp around my shoulders, dressing in a faded slipknot t-shirt and baggy, boy fit jeans. So what if I was a little bit tomboyish?

I glanced at the clock on my newly put up bedside table, realising that I had less than 15 minuets until my appointment at La Push High. I grabbed my keys on the way out of the door, not before slipping on my faded green converse, getting in the car and turning the heating up full blast.

I arrived at the small collection of buildings that was the high school with less than 5 minuets to spare. I walked into the office (it had a big sign!) and was greeted by a large woman sitting behind a large wooden desk piled in paper.

"Hello!" she exclaimed, looking up at me as I entered. She had faded black hair, dark skin and a kind face "You must be Hazel, hang on a moment and I'll take you through to the principle, I just have to finish this paper" she smiled and went back to filling out the form in front of her. I sat down on an old, faded couch that smelt of tobacco and peppermint.

I waited for only a couple of minutes before the kind lady who I learned was called Kathy, showed me to a small, wood panelled room, covered with book shelves and filing cabinets. Behind the large desk at the end of the room sat a large man, he seemed enormously tall, even though he was a good few meters away and sitting down. Eeek!

"Don't be afraid child, come, sit and let us talk, there is no room for fear amongst the staff. I assure you, I look far worse than I actually am" he chuckled a deep laugh as I blushed and rushed forward to sit in the high backed chair in front of the desk.

"My name is Milap and I am principle of this wonderful high school of 150 students, you, my dear, have been hired as a history teacher, for all years, however, we are also in need of an art teacher and I was wondering if you would be up to the two jobs, having seen your wonderful grades?" I was shocked, ok, my grades in art were ok, but I was hardly good enough to teach.

I smiled at him "are you certain those were my grades you were looking at?"

"Perfectly, are you up for it?" I thought about it, but my mind was already made up

"Sure, why not!" he beamed at me and it seemed to me that his smile lit his face up, wrinkles and all.

"Ok! You start on Monday, when all the children are back from summer break, and although you are not much older than some of them" I blushed at this point and he smiled gently "I have every faith in you"

"One question; what's the dress code? Do I have to wear black pants etc?"

"Definitely not! You can come in what your wearing today if you want, we all do!" and for the first time I noticed that he was dressed in sweat pants and a loose fitting t-shirt. I grinned;

"I think im going to like it here!"

A/N Hiya! Whatcha think? Im really sorry if anything is wrong – im way tired, but I wanted to get the next chapter up, anyone got any constructive comments? Review and tell me them!! Anyone got any ideas as well, im not too sure what's going to happen, and don't worry, next chapter she meets Embry!