I took a steaming hot shower.

For the two solid months I been here, I actually felt kind of comfortable here. Surprise, huh? It wasn't until I looked back and remembered the reason why I was even here that the cozy feeling was gone. In my past, there was nothing cheerful about it.

Trying hard, the bury the memories from affecting my day I turned the water off and got out of the bathtub. Wrapping a clean, white towel around me I walked onto the marble flooring and toward the medicine cabinet. Absentmindedly, I raised my left arm up and started wiping the foggy stuff covering the mirror off. After I was done, I took a moment to look at the person facing me.

It was strange looking into the mirror at myself. Before I didn't used to pay any attention to myself for more than a second, thinking any longer would make me a girly-girl desperate for good-looks. Now, I didn't. Not that I was wanting to be popular or anything, I just wanted to look at myself. For example, I never knew my skin was so tan-so golden-brown. In a way, I thought it glowed, it was so bright. (either I'm being a narcissus or I'm still sleepy) And my eyes, I never knew they were so dark. I used to just think eyes were eyes, and move on with my life. But, now that I thought about it, they looked like dark jewels of pure beauty.

My hand reached for a hair-brush on top of the counter in front of me. Using my other hand, I started to disentangle all the knots in my hair. (and, try and make it look a little decent) The whole time I did this I thought of Seth. I didn't know why, he just popped into my head. Since the hail storm day, I've spent time with him almost every weekend and one time on a Wednesday last week. (be nice, I needed help with homework. And didn't think about asking any of the Cullen's until Bella mentioned it)

I'd grown a close relationship to Seth. In other words, he was my best friend. Every time I met him he was always smiling and laughing, and somehow spreading that joy over to me. How could you resist? It was nearly impossible, even when you've had one one of your most crappiest days yet. Plus, he always kept me busy. We hardly ever got bored. And when we did, Seth was snap on a quick idea on which what we could do. I remember, he brought me to this nice beach on the reservation. For a while, we had walked along it talking and teasing each other. Then, I splashed some water at him with my rain boot after he made a joke about my eating habits. Well, one thing led to the other and we ended up drenched with water, after splashing each other with the water rising up along the shore. Did I mention the temperature was under ten degrees? It was worse than cold outside, and yet I had somehow missed the awareness of such ugly weather. It was really weird. But, I figured it was just Seth keeping me so busy I became completely oblivious of even something as simple as the weather.

The whole memory reminded me or something. I was going to have dinner with him and his club. Tonight. I tried not getting paranoid and all about it. But honestly. . .I was a nervous wreck. The thought about it got me into thinking of what I should wear. I had never attending any of these kind of things before so I was clueless. Should I be normal? Or should I look nice and wear something formal?

I skidded down the staircase in a hurry, wanting to get down to La Push as fast as possible. I was wearing a good pair of my black slacks I never at all wore before until now, a bright, ocean colored blouse, and black leather boots underneath. Amazingly, this little ensemble took me over two hours to decide over. Although, it took me another half hour to dry and brush my hair trying to make it as decent looking as possible. It was still dark and wavy, just cleaner and well-groomed. (I know I may sound like a slob, but come on. My hair reaches my freakin' waist; not to mention it's thick. You think I want to take the time to brush through it every chance I've got each day? Nope, not gonna happen)

But, there was an exception today so it looked way better. As I made my way down I spotted a few of the Cullen's heading up the stairs. This time I knew their names. It was Edward, Alice, Jasper, and Bella. I glanced a few surprised looks as I made my way passed them, but no one said anything. . .For a second.

"Leslie?" One of the girl's crystal-clear voice asked.

Impatient, I turned around walking backwards now, but at least now on ground level flooring. "What?" my voice questioned flatly.

"You look. . ." Alice trailed off. Her voice was so low I wasn't sure if it was meant for me to hear.

"What?" I asked, now irritated.

"Where are you going?" Edward asked formally. He talked like he was much older than seventeen. "So that we can inform our parents on your whereabouts," he mentioned.

I sighed. "Where do you think?" La Push. God, you're so retarded.

His looked hardened on me as if he knew exactly what I thought. "La Push?" he asked.

Like I go anywhere else, I thought to myself. "Uh-yeah," I retorted.

It wasn't until I tore my cold stare from Edward that I found Alice now in front of me. She stepped closer examining me from top to bottom. I felt like one of those show dogs being looked at by a judge for flaws.

"You look nice," she told me, sincerely. Which to me, sounded more like relief than genuine. She took a closer look at my face, which she found very difficult since I was a giant compared to her small, little self. (Hell, I was 5'11; taller than most girl my age in this country!)

But she somehow found a way to see my features when she mentioned, "You need make-up."

I raised a eyebrow. All I could think of at first was that one word 'make-up.' "You want me to look like a doll," I accused, anger building within my voice.

She gave me a look. "I wont make you look like a doll," she told me plainly. "Come with me." Before I had time to react, she had already grabbed my hand, and started pulling me back in the direction up the stairs. For a small person, she had a firm grip.

"Really," I protested, trying hard to tear her cold, pale hand off of my wrist. "I don't need any of that stuff!" Hell, she's strong!

"Shhh," she hissed, dragging me passed the others in a hurry. "Trust me, you want me to do this."

"What?!"

Her voice was sly. "Keep fighting me and I'll have Jasper hold you down."

"Is that a threat?" I questioned smoothly, trying to jerk her hands back with my wrist. No luck.

Continuing, pulling me up the stairs she said, "It will be if you don't cooperate."

I sighed loud enough for her to here. I could be in the car the Cullen's had let me borrow every once in a while right now.

The little rat dragged me into her room, a place I had never stepped into until now. Apparently, she had a bathroom because she put me in it while she went off to go get a chair. The bathroom was huge, larger than my old room even. In only mere seconds, Alice was back with a dining-room chair almost bigger than her herself. I found it odd how she managed to grab one so fast, knowing for a fact those kind of chairs were always in the dining-room downstairs. Maybe, there just happened to be one up here for some natural reason or so.

"Sit," she ordered, passing me by to go somewhere in particular.

Rolling my eyes dramatically, I sat down crossing my legs.

They had a bathroom closet, and Alice dug in through it. It didn't take her long to pull out this big-ass box, I found to be a make-up box. I could only imagine what this girl was going to turn me into.

She placed the large plastic container on the bathroom counter in front of me. Then, she opened it searching inside for specific things. "Any day now would be nice," I mentioned lightly, although it hadn't been that long at all.

It was at that moment she turned around holding a whole bunch of different utensils in hand.

Oh God, help me.