Yes, before you ask, this is the first chapter! God, I only started writing this a few days ago! Feels like forever!

Before I start talking some more, I would like to thank "LifeIsTooShortEatIceCream" for being my first review ever! :P I can tell already that you're going to be a great reviewer! You made me smile!

Okay, here's a little fact about me: I love spaghetti Bolognese!

Enjoy!

"When I was little I didn't know what you were
doing wasn't okay."

By Sammi Jo

New Place

"New place, new start."

Dad's words repeated in my head as much as I could remember as I stepped off the bus and in front of my new school. People were understandingly staring at me on the bus. I didn't blame them; I stuck out with my ash blonde hair, lightly tanned skin and emerald green eyes. While everyone else on reservation had dark eyes, dark hair and very toned skin.

I couldn't have been more jealous.

Nervous were bottling up in my stomach as I walked towards La Push High School.

Wow, high school was something to get used to now. Back in England we normally called it secondary school.

My Dad and I (along with our dog, Billy) moved here about nearly two weeks ago and I couldn't avoid school any longer. I really wanted to be home-schooled so I could not embarrass myself, but then Dad said:

"New place, new start."

Moving to America, to La Push was the last thing Dad could think of to get me away from the past. The pain. The demons. Even though he doesn't show it, but he was really scared for me, as if I would do something stupid. But I wouldn't, I would never do that to him.

"New place, new start."

I shook my head as I walked into the school, feeling almost okay until I saw the crowd of students. I almost turned around and run home until a voice spoke to me.

"You must be Rosemarie, right?" The voice was gentle and kind. I turned around to a beautiful young girl. She had a wide face that went well with her round dark eyes and her undying smile. She was a few inches shorter than me.

I smiled, my chest feeling a bit lighter, "Yeah, that's me. But people just call me Rose."

"Well, you're name suits you, you do look like a rose." The girl commented and I blushed. "I'm Kim by the way, Kim Connweller." She held her hand out to me.

I shook her hand, "Rose Turner."

Kim was about to say something until the bell rang, "Oh geesh! I'm going to be late for homeroom! Do you need any help getting to where you need to be?"

Feeling guilty that I was making her late, I shook my head. "No, I'll be fine thanks Kim."

She nodded, "Alright, I hope to see you soon!"

I waved to her as she ran off through the wave of students, leaving me alone once again. I took a deep breath and with the help of the map I was given through the post, I tried to find my homeroom class.

After five minutes of walking around, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going and suddenly bumped into someone. I was about to fall back on my ass until warm hands grabbed the back of my forearms and kept me from falling. Feeling relieved and embarrassed, I looked up to see who saved me and my emerald eyes met with dark chocolate brown ones.

The boy's – or likely man's – eyes widened as soon as they met with mine. His mouth opened too but quickly followed by beautiful smile.

The boy who saved me was tall (really tall!), with rounded muscles and a handsome face. I first thought he was in his twenties but then I saw his bag on his shoulder and knew he was around the same age as me.

It was a while for me until I realised he was still holding me – and it felt as if we gotten closer somehow.

For some reason, I felt sadness wash all over me as I stepped out of his arms and his expression showed the same.

"I-I'm sorry," I stuttered, still drowning in his eyes. "I wasn't looking where I was going."

He was shaking his head before I stopped talking, "No, it's my fault. I shouldn't be running into a beautiful girl and making her almost fall."

I blushed as I looked down to the ground, breaking eye contact, which was also sad for a moment until I met his eyes again. "Thanks..." I nodded behind him. "I should get going."

Once again, the boy looked sad but understood as he stepped aside and said "I'll see you soon then."

I nodded and walked passed him. Just as I was about to round a corner, I looked back over my shoulder and saw him watching me with a smile on his face. I met his eyes once more before I walked down the next hall.

I managed to find homeroom eventually and had to do a introduction about myself. I didn't say why Dad and I moved here and never will. That will be a secret I will keep with me to the grave.

The first class I had was English, which I was grateful for English was my only good subject. I understood it better than Math.

When I first walked into the class someone called out to me. I followed the voice to see Kim at the back, waving her hand at me to come over. I hesitated before doing so and sat down next to her, with a large smile on my face.

"Thanks for letting me sit next to you," I muttered.

Kim shook her head, "Don't be! I would of been sat to someone I didn't like anyway and well, you look like you could use a friend."

I smiled gratefully at her, "Yeah, thanks."

"So can I ask?" Kim began, "What's England like?"

I laughed, "To be honest, it's not that different to here. Rains just as much."

We both laughed then until the teacher told us to be silent and started today's lesson. Throughout the lesson of doing our work, we got to know each other a bit more and I was starting to be a bit more of myself, making her laugh more because of my weirdness.

I learned that she had a younger sister and lived with her mother, as her father passed away a few years ago. She actually has a boyfriend, which I'm not that surprised about, as she is beautiful. His name is Jared Cameron and had been going out for almost a year now.

We mainly just made jokes and laughed so hard that the teacher warned us five times, but never really did anything.

I think Kim was becoming one of my best friends and we only known each other nearly three hours.

"Hey, " Kim started as we walked out of our class, wide smiles on both our faces. "Do you want to eat lunch together?"

I nodded, "Yeah! That would be great!"

She laughed, "Great! I'll meet you outside the dinner hall!"

We then went our own ways, me heading to the worst subject of them all. Maths.

I didn't know where the dinner hall was until I saw Kim standing outside wide double doors, looking anxious. I slowly walked up to her, trying to figure out what to say.

She smiled when she saw me coming and ran up to me. "It's about time!" She stated, grabbing my hand. "I've been worried!" She then started to drag me into the dinner hall.

"Sorry, got held up with numbers." I joked and it made her laugh as we entered the crowded dinner hall.

"You don't mind if we sit with Jared and his friends, do you?" She asked hesitantly, worried about what I would say.

I shook my head, "No, I need to start making friends anyway."

Kim's whole face lit up then at my answer and led me to the back of the dinner hall. As we were heading towards a large table with a lot of bluff – yes I said it – boys, my eyes connected with familiar chocolate brown eyes.

I had to hold in a gasp when I realised it was the boy I ran into earlier and I couldn't stop the smile that crawled on my face. He smiled back, wider as would say, his eyes seemed to have lights and they turned on – for some reason – when he saw me.

It was then I also realised every boy on that table was staring at me too. But not the way the chocolate brown eyed boy did, just with curiosity and a bit of confusion.

"Hey guys!" Kim said excitedly, and waved her hand to me, "This is Rosemarie Turner, Rose for short."

I gave a little wave, "Hey."

"You don't look or sound English." A boy, a terrifying looking boy, blurted out and earned a punch on the shoulder from the chocolate eyed boy.

I giggled, "That may because I'm half Russian." I got my Russian side from my Dad, as when he was young him, his sisters and parents lived in Moscow but moved to England for a better life. You couldn't really tell that we were either half or full Russian, but we didn't look English or sound it – as the boy said. I actually quite liked being different, it made me feel kinda special.

"Really?" A boy from the other side of the table, who – even though he was bluff like the other boys – had a child's face. After I nodded, he said "Can you speak it?"

"конечно" I stated in my second language.

The boy perked up more, "That's so awesome! I'm Seth and what the hell did you just say?!"

I laughed, "I said 'Of course'."

"That's really cool," Another boy next to Seth said. "I'm Quil."

Another boy said next to Quil said "I'm Jacob."

"I'm Jared," a boy mumbled in front of me as he gave me a short nod before pulling Kim to him and putting her on his lap, making her giggle.

I smiled at the two before noticing there was only one seat left and it was right next to the boy that saved my life this morning from embarrassment.

I blushed a little before sitting down, putting my bag on my lap.

"Hi..." I looked up to meet the handsome boy's eyes as he struggled a bit. "...I'm Embry..."

I smiled a little, "Nice to meet you and thanks for saving me this morning."

He brightened up more like a Christmas tree. "It was my pleasure!"

I blushed and opened my bag to get my food out.

"Hey Rose!" Kim examined and I turned to her, "Tell everyone about that time when you were in your History class."

I laughed slightly, "It's really not that funny!"

She then really laughed, "It so was, I just wish I was there!"

"Okay, I've hardly seen Kim laugh like that, only when she's with Jared." Said the boy who questioned my English part of me earlier. "So this must be good."

I sighed, "Well, when I was thirteen, I had this teacher who always got everything wrong and this one day we were learning about the Tudors, one of my favourites and what I really know about. As he was going on, he mentioned the Anne Boleyn was the third wife, when she was really the second.

"A bit angry that someone who had to teach history got that one thing wrong, I burst out and said she was the second and not the third, saying anyone with a mind would know that. He was angry, so told me to tell everyone all about the six wives of Henry the eighth. So I did what I was told and started talking.

"Nearly twenty minutes in on my talking, everyone started to notice that he looked a bit pale and suddenly, there was yellow liquid on the ground below him. It was then everyone laughed and realised he wet himself."

Everyone burst into laughter, Seth falling off his chair.

"Okay!" The boy whose name I still didn't know shouted. "I like her!" He lightly punched Embry on the shoulder and turned to me "I'm Paul by the way."

Everyone then went back their own thing; Seth, Jacob and Quil messing around, Kim and Jared making googly eyes at each other and Paul was eating his massive plate of food.

I got my lunch out, which held a folded up note on it. I opened it and it read:

Please try to eat it all today.

Love, Dad and Billy

I closed my eyes, feeling my Dad's worry for me.

"Are you okay?" I turned to see Embry's worried eyes.

I nodded, "Just my Dad wishing me good luck for my first day." I lied and for a moment I thought he knew that.

But then he asked, "What's your favourite colour?"

I was stunned for a second by the odd question. "Gray..."

He brightened up (which I was starting to think he did a lot). "Really? That's mine too!"

I smiled widely, "Cool and odd. As many people think it's a weird colour to like."

"I know! But I like it as I'm not a black and white person, good or bad, if you get what I mean?"

I laughed, "Yeah, it's the same reason why I like it."

His smile now was showing his prefect teeth. "Favourite singer?"

Even though I didn't know why he was asking theses random question, it didn't stop me from answering. "ZZ Ward."

"Favourite band?"

"The Hurts." Even though I liked only two of their songs.

"TV Show?"

"Pretty Little Liars."

He raised an eyebrow, "Do I even want to know what that is?"

I just laughed.

It was strange, but a good kind of strange. Being with Embry was easy, the second most natural thing in the world. I wasn't shy with him, like I was with Kim at the beginning. I felt as though he would never judge me.

He took me to my class after lunch and after class I thought I would be wondering the halls again, looking for my next class, lost. But when I walked out of my History class, I saw Embry waiting for me to show me to my next class.

I didn't understand why he was being so nice to me, but then I thought he just felt sorry for me. Either way, I was glad he was taking care of me.

My last class was Art, even though I had no good drawing skills, I was brilliant at photography. I loved taking pictures, well, not really of people, but of nature and streets. Anything that caught my eye. Before class had started I had given my book of photography to my teacher, Mr Armstrong.

Throughout the lesson, I peeked up through my wavy blonde hair to see him looking at it with his glasses on. I couldn't tell if he looked disgusted or amazed.

When the bell rang, telling everyone it was time to go home, Mr Armstrong called out. "Miss Turner! May I see you for a moment?"

I slightly smiled, knowing I would have to see him anyway to get my photos. I walked up to his desk, to see him still looking at my photos. He didn't speak until the whole class left.

"I don't want you in my class," He stated.

My heart raced with fear. "What? I'm sorr-"

"Don't be," Mr Armstrong finally looked up at me, removing his glasses. A wide smile appeared on his thin face. "I love these photos." I let out a loud breath of relief, "Would you like to grab a chair."

I did as I was told, sitting in front of his paper piled desk.

"Since the beginning of last year, I had began to notice that photography was a growing talent with some of my students." He told me, "Will you take a career in photography?"

I nodded, "Yeah, as well as writing. I love to write."

Mr Armstrong smiled again, "Ambitious, I like that in a student." He commented, "Because of the growing talent of photography, I – with the permission of the headmaster – started up a class of photography, which is only for a few students. I would like to invite you to that class, that is, if you want to be a part of it."

I smirked, "Yes! I would to be in it!"

"Brilliant! You're timetable will change and you will no longer have Art. There is only now nine students in the class, so it's not very big and we would like to keep it that way. So, could you possibly not tell any of student of this?"

I nodded, "Sure, no worries."

"Great," He handed me my book as I stood up. "I'll see you tomorrow for your first photography lesson."

I nodded again excitedly, and left the room, feeling bit lighter.

I ran outside the school, hoping I wouldn't of missed the bus when someone called my name. My eyes followed the sound of the voice until it lead me to Embry, who was standing by an old beat up truck.

Forgetting all about the bus, I ran over to him. "Hey Embry," I said happily.

He smirked, "Someone's in a good mood."

I nodded, "Is there anything you need, I need to catch the bus."

"Actually, I was wondering if you wanted a lift?" He asked, slightly nervous.

"Oh, you don't have to do that..." I muttered.

"I know I don't have to, but I want to." He said, with a smile that made my heart skip a beat. He chuckled, which made me think he could of possibly heard it.

No, he couldn't have. I thought.

Finally, I nodded at him. "Yeah, that would be great."

He suddenly started to glow at my answer and ran over to the passenger's side of the truck and opened the door for me.

I blushed and hopped into the truck, "Thanks," I whispered, not trusting my voice at all.

He got in on the driver's side and quickly drove off. Three minutes of the drive, I was suddenly starting to feel the cold and got my gloves out of my bag.

Seeing the gloves, worried, Embry asked, "Are you cold?"

Before I could even utter a word out, he reached out in front of him and turned on the heat.

I smiled, "Thanks."

He nodded, "Where abouts do you live?" After I had given him the instructions, he went back to his question he started at lunch. "So, you live with just your Dad?"

I nodded, "Yeah, and with my dog Billy." Before he could ask anything else of my family, I quickly went on, "My Dad is really cool. A lot of fun, but he can be a bit protective of me. One moment he can be my best friend, then the next he can he the protective father."

Embry laugh, "Sounds cool. What's your dog's breed?"

"Golden Retriever," I laughed "But a lazy one. Though, he's like my best friend too, he puts up with all my weirdness."

I saw a flicker of emotion in his eyes. Jealousy? Why would he be jealous of Lazy Billy?

"Do you have any sibling?" He quickly changed the subject.

I nodded sadly, "Yeah... David, my brother."

Realising I didn't want to talk about it, he changed the subject again. "Have you ever been to Russia before then?"

"Yeah, my grandparents moved back there after my Dad and his sisters left home. I go over there with my Dad every Christmas and for two weeks in the summer." I signed longingly, "It's beautiful in the summer."

"To be honest," Embry started, "You don't really look Russian either."

I laughed, "That's mainly because I'm half English."

He rolled his eyes, "Yeah, but still."

"Have you ever seen a Russian person before?"

He shook his head.

"How do you know then that I don't look Russian?"

He thought about this for a moment, "Good point." Then we both burst out laughing.

Suddenly, the truck slowed down and it was then I realised we were outside my house. Our house was a small one, with small three rooms, two bathrooms, kitchen and a living room. The garden was quite big though, surrored by trees.

I looked at Embry and saw he looked quite sad we were here now, so was I. I liked Embry's company, made me feel... important.

"Would you like to stay for dinner?" I asked quietly, unsure of his answer.

Like always, his face brightened up. "Really? You don't have too."

"I want to," I stated, "and besides, it's my way of thanks for looking after me today."

He nodded then and we both got out of the truck and headed towards my house.

"Just a warning," I leaned towards Embry and felt his warm breath on my neck. "Billy likes making new friends and he'll be all over you."

Embry laughed but nodded as I unlocked the house. As expected, Billy came running through the house and seeing Embry, he attacked him first with licks and cuddles. Billy was a big guy, so I was worried when he jumped up on Embry, but he was fine in the end, scratched the back of Billy's ears.

I dumped my school bag by the door after closing it and shivered a bit. "I wish Dad wouldn't turn off the heater." I stated, walking over to the heat controller and turning it on.

I turned around to find Embry staring a picture just above the kitchen stink.

"Who's that with you?" He asked in wonder, but his eyes were more fixed on me in the picture.

"My best friend, who is more like my sister. Morgan Young. We're sort of like Yin and Yang at times, we're so opposite."

Which was every true, Morgan was the down to earth, smart and confident one. Whereas I was the free spirit, creative and thoughtful one.

In the picture was Morgan and I, I was trying to give her a piggy back ride, but since I was so weak, I didn't hold out that long. Just before I was about to drop her, my Dad managed to get a picture of us laughing and smiling. Dad thought of Morgan as a second daughter and she thought of him a father, she even called him "Uncle Don". She was upset when we decided to leave, but she knew it was best for me and called me every day.

Right on time, the phone started to ring and I knew it was Morgan.

"You don't mind if I put it on speaker, do you? It's Morgan." I told him.

He shook his head, "No I don't."

I answered it by putting it on speaker phone, "Hey Morgan."

"How'd you know it was me?" She asked.

I laughed, "You always call at this time, what time is it there anyway?"

"Around eight," She answered, "How was your first day?"

Embry sat on the stool at the kitchen counter, smiling for no reason. "It was really good, made some friends."

"Are any of them cute boys?"

My eyes widened as I realised she said this in front of Embry.

"My friend Embry is here!" I shouted horridly, making Embry chuckle.

"Oh..." She paused, "Hey... Ugh, I can't say you're name!"

Embry laughed again, "Em-bry." He said slowly.

"Embry..." Morgan tried, "Did I get it right?"

"Yes," Both Embry and I said together.

Morgan laughed down the phone, "So, Embry, you single?"

"Morgan!" I shouted, feeling horrible.

"Yes," Embry replied, looking more happy. "Yes I am." I blushed a little as he looked at me when he said it.

"Hmmm..." Then in the background I heard someone call for Morgan. "Got to go now, Mum is forcing me to go to a party with her."

I laughed, "Alright, speak to you soon!"

We both hung up then and I looked at Embry, "You in the mood for spaghetti Bolognese?"

He nodded eagerly, "Totally!"

After some insisting, I let him help me by cutting up the onions. I laughed at his lack of cooking skills.

While Embry was in the toilet, it was time to get the spaghetti out before the water completely boiled. I opened up one of the kitchen cupboards and saw it was at the top, my Dad forgetting I'm not as tall as he is. I climbed up on the counter, leaning on my knees and slowly reached up for the spaghetti.

"What are you doing?!" A voice shouted behind me, making me jump in surprise and the next thing I knew I was falling.

But then, two warm hands – like they were earlier this morning – caught me at my elbows as my back leant on his chest. How he got here so quickly I didn't know, but I was just glad I wasn't going to get another bruise (I get a lot of them due to my clumsiness).

"Are you okay?" Embry asked, breathless.

I carefully placed my feet on the floor and slowly turned to him, but his arms never left mine. "Yeah, sorry, I just needed to get the spaghetti and I couldn't reach it."

He grinned and lean somewhat toward me and reached up, getting the spaghetti.

"Stupid tall people..." I muttered as he leaned back and passed over the spaghetti.

He chuckled, "Maybe because you're so short."

"I'm not short," I stated, "You just weirdly tall."

He laughed again, and I put the spaghetti in the boiled water.

"While we eat," I started as I checked the Bolognese, "Do you want to watch a movie?"

He nodded excitedly, "Yeah! That would be great! But what about your Dad, shouldn't he be home by now?"

I shook my head, "No, my Dad is sort of a boss of an engineering company, he doesn't get back until nine."

The other reason he had been working late was because he just started this job and needed to get settled.

"What movies do you have then?" Embry asked.

I mentioned him to follow me and lead him into the front room and grabbed the case of DVDs. "Pick anything."

He raised an eyebrow and shook his head, "No, you choose."

I rolled my eyes, "Okay, 50 First Dates."

"What's that about?"

"You'll see," I pointed to the DVD player, "You know how to work a TV, don't you?" He nodded, "You put the DVD in and I'll set out the dinner."

I managed to get two trays out (that were high above) and put the food on two plates. Just as I was about to bring his plate, he came rushing in.

"I'll take them!" He nearly shouted.

Before I could even react, he took the two trays effortlessly and went into the front room. I followed him quickly afterwards as he just sat on the sofa and gave me my tray.

"Thanks..." I mumbled and when we got comfortable, we played the film.

Ula was my favourite character out of the fun and while watching the film, he turned out to be Embry's too. We laughed so hard that we had to stop eating for a while.

Just after the film ended, Embry said "I need to get going."

I frowned, "Oh, okay." I felt really sad but I couldn't understand why, I just met him today. He looked a bit sad too as he got up from the sofa, "I'll walk you to the door."

We walked through kitchen to the front door, to see that Billy was laying in the middle of the hall, asleep.

Embry laughed, "I can see why you call him Lazy Billy."

I nodded and opened the front door, "Well, I guess I'll see you at school then."

He smiled a little, "Yeah, see you then."

That's when he left, my heart feeling like it got ran over.

They were everywhere, shouting everything to each other. Bright lights hit me right in the eyes, as pain tore through my whole body. They were wheeling me somewhere and I didn't know where.

"Dad...?" I whispered so lowly I wasn't so sure anyone could hear me.

But then, someone appeared around me, "I'm here sweetheart, I'm here." I felt something warm on my hand, which I knew was Dad's, his way of trying to comfort me.

"Where's...?" I tried to say David's name, but it came out as a painful groan.

"You're going to be fine sweetheart." He said, but he sounded more like he was talking to himself.

Suddenly, the warmth on my hand was gone and Dad disappeared from my sight as the people wheeled me into a room.

Terror ripped through me as they lifted me onto what felt like a table. I wanted to call out for my Dad, but it just came out in more groans.

I saw then one of the mass of people around me holding something towards me. It took me a moment to realise it was a mask. Just as they placed it on me, I wanted to scream, but then I fell into darkness...

I woke up screaming, screaming for bloody terror. I could feel and smell sweat on me as I almost jumped out of bed.

In the distance of my screaming, I heard a barking and a door slamming open. Someone was shaking me, though I couldn't really see, until a voice broke in.

"Sweetheart!" It was my Dad, "Sweetheart! Breathe! You're not there! You're fine!"

I finally managed to calm down enough to see my father's worried face.

He had longish dark brown curly hair, with the same emerald green eyes as mine, non-shaved face and his baggy nightwear.

I could still feel that my eyes were shock wide as I stared at my father's face.

Dad took a breath of relief. "Are you okay sweetheart?"

I saw Billy leap onto my bed as I nodded, "Yeah... it was just..."

"The nightmares?" He guessed.

I smiled slightly, "Will they ever go away?"

He sighed, "I don't know sweetheart, I don't know."

This was what I loved about my Dad, he was brutally honest, no matter what and it's what I really wanted and need right now.

He then looked at my right arm, "It's a bit hot." He stated as he looked at my long sleeved nightwear top. "You sure you're okay in this?"

I nodded, "I'm fine."

He gave me a look, "Rose," he shook his head, "It's just me and Billy here, no one else is going to see it."

"Yeah, I know, it's just... after having one of those nightmares or memories, I feel better if I don't see it for a while."

He nodded, "Alright," standing up from my bed. "Do you need anything to drink..." then he saw the water beside my bed. "Or eat?"

I laughed a little, "No, I'm fine Dad, I'm just going to watch TV for a while."

He smiled, "Alright then, Billy," Dad walked over to the bedroom door. "Look after her."

Billy did a little bark in response and got comfortable on my bed.

We both laughed, "Night Dad."

"Night sweetheart." He then closed the door.

After he left, I put on the mini TV in my room and watched a bit of "How I Met Your Mother" and then headed to my bathroom.

I put my wavy blonde hair into a high bun before washing my sweaty face. I looked straight in the mirror then, at my right arm. I watched through the mirror as my left hand slowly slid up the sleeve of my right arm and exposing my scar.

It started just above the back of my elbow to the front top of my wrist. I always wore long sleeved tops because it. I didn't mind it much anymore, I've grown used to it. But people would ask questions...

And I always knew, that those years, that day, would always be a part of me.

Wow... That took forever to write! But I did it! What do you guys think? What do you think Rose's "demons" are? How are you liking her character? Let me know! Reviews make me smile in joy!

The next chapter will be in Embry's POV, as I like to know what goes on between both of the lovebirds (hahaha, get it?). It will be from the whole day of Rose's first day, you'll see his reactions to her and what he thinks.

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Just to let you know also, I know Pretty Little Liars wasn't on in 2006 when the novels first came out (I think that's the date anyway?) but it's my favourite show, so, deal with it really :P

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Until next time!