Another dreadful day to look forward to. I truly hated going to school in Forks. Growing up with the same faces every day, knowing if anything changes with anyone. It became very boring, very quickly. I couldn't even say that I had many friends; although, I grew up with these people my whole life. I was always an outcast, for as long as I could remember.

My name is Druelyn Donnelly. My mother wasn't from around here. She used to live in Ireland as a child until her parents moved out to the American Midwest somewhere to farm. She never talked about her life at home with her family. My mother changed her first name to Sheila after she moved here to Washington State. She was determined to make a new life for herself, which she managed to do.

My mother lived with a man who had lived here in Forks his whole life. They never got married, but she claimed to be in love with him. That's the first reason why she stayed as long as she did. The second reason was that he knocked her up. This man wouldn't throw her out on the street like she was yesterday's trash. He loved my mother almost as much as she loved him.

Nine months later, my mother gave birth to me. They brought me home two days later from the hospital. My father got to see me that night after he got home from work. Unfortunately, he died a week later in a motorcycle accident. It was his favorite pastime and would drive around the state to find things for my mom. The accident happened on his way back. He had a special necklace that he would have given me for my fifteenth birthday. He also had a small box that contained a ring. They believed he was going to use it to propose to my mom.

Ever since that night, my mother was never the same. Not that I would know what she was like before, but I could only guess how happy she was. She had people bring her food and gifts for me. Everyone who met Mom had liked her when Dad introduced her to parties or in town somewhere. She became a trusted member of the community. As soon as she was ready to find a job, she'd ask neighbors if they would watch me. Mom found a job working as a receptionist for someone in town.

When I finally became old enough to go, I went to school. I kept up with schoolwork and joined in every after-school activity that I could take part in. I tried to be social and hang out with any of the kids who were nice to me. As I got older, people started being less friendly toward me. At first, I didn't understand why. People would stare at me and Mom in public. Mom would look down as if she were ashamed. Not of me, but of something else. When I was about fourteen, I heard two kids who were walking past me talking about something.

All I heard from them were things about my mother. It upset me and made me feel angry. I wanted to fight them for saying these things that couldn't possibly be true. When I talked to Mom about this, she told me some things. She left a lot out, but it was enough to satisfy my need to understand things. At first, I was confused and angry about all of this. That Mom never trusted me enough to let me know sooner. It dawned on me about six months later; she didn't say anything because she knew I wouldn't understand. I don't blame her for keeping it from me.

I thought about all of this on the first day of my senior year. I couldn't possibly understand why I would think of it all today, but I did. Maybe it was because I was thinking of the odd students who showed up here a few years ago and Bella who was new here last year. I always heard people talk about how they thought Edward was the hottest one of the odd family, also known as the Cullen's. No one ever liked them all that well. People viewed them as stuck up or just weird.

I liked them and the fact that they kept to themselves. I would watch them carefully from the corner of my eye. They seemed so fascinating and I couldn't understand why. I couldn't bring myself to walk over and talk to them though; I never had the courage to. I had classes with different members of the family at different times.

They never seemed to pay attention in class, yet when called on, they knew the answer. Especially Edward and Alice. It was odd how they all looked alike, but were still so different. They all had the same pale skin and the same colored eyes. That was all they had in common though. Anytime someone invited them to go to First Beach, they never wanted to go. It was odd.

Bella had invited me either out of pity or because she liked me since I didn't talk very much. I was grateful for that, and she didn't seem very judgemental. I enjoyed going to First Beach because I enjoyed the ocean air. Mom would let me go by myself after I turned ten. Sometimes kids from the reservation would be there playing and their parents would watch us.

I often felt jealous of the kids who had both of their parents and felt sympathetic to those who only had one. Even then I knew I was different than most people. My life seemed boring compared to others. I knew I would experience something great in my life, but I wasn't sure what it would be or when it would happen.

Going to school, I thought about it a lot. What amazing adventures I'd have and what it'd be like. All through the day, I felt like I was being stared at. I shook it off as me being paranoid. I went through the motions of first-day stuff at school then got in my car to drive anywhere but home. Mom was going through one of her rough patches again, this often happened when things were hard. I decided to go to the beach on the reservation.

When I got there, several other teenagers were there. They were from the reservation and they all ran around without a shirt on. Or almost all of them did. There were some females hanging around, watching the guys. I just walked over to my normal spot on the beach. There was a tree that had fallen and washed up on shore that I enjoyed sitting on.

I sat there for a couple of hours before I decided to go home. The whole time I was there, I felt eyes on me again. It was the oddest feeling I've ever had. As I walked back to my car, I looked over to make sure no one was staring at me. For a second I thought someone was, but I could have been mistaken. By the time I looked over, the group of teenagers was sitting around a big fire; they were eating as they'd never had food before.

I shook the feeling off and went home. When I walked into the house, I could smell something weird. It was a mix of alcohol and smoke. I looked around to see if I could find where the smells were coming from. I walked from the front door directly into the kitchen. I saw two empty beer bottles laying on the counter and a pan in the sink with something burnt in it. It looked like Mom was trying to cook. I put dish soap into the pan and ran some warm water over it so it could soak for a while.

I then started searching for Mom, knowing she'd either be in the family room on the couch or in her room. It all depended on how her day went. I followed the smell of alcohol into the living room. It was a rough day for her. I went into the kitchen and made her a salad and a quesadilla with a glass of water. When it was ready, I took it into her on a tray. She was already sitting up on the couch as I walked in.

"How was work?" I asked.

"Not so great. We had a lot going on at the office. It's that time when people are making sure they have everything in order before the snow hits. There were a shit-ton of clients calling and the boss yelling at me to come to take notes for memos. I was doing way too much at once." Mom explained.

"I'm sorry that your day was bad," I said.

"I'm sorry too," Mom said.

She muttered something else under her breath, but I didn't catch what it was. I'm sure it was some snide remark about losing Dad and still having to take care of me. I tried to ignore these days as much as possible. It didn't help to encourage this behavior.