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I don't own Twilight, but I do own my OC.

Everlasting Purple, I had wrote the first couple of chapters, like last year, but never updated them, and it was before I read yours. I do admit, yours influenced my a bit, but so did plenty of others I'd read. I'm sorry if it seemed like I had stolen your sort of idea, because I really loved your story.

This chapter, Lara gets a little emotional. But it's under good circumstances, I guess, and it's only a little bit.

Enjoy!

Lara P.O.V

It really had sunk in.

I'd been in the Twi-Universe for a while, and I had finally realised that I might never see my friends, my old home again.

And it hurt. Like a bitch.

I might never see my father again. My father, the metal-loving, film-geek angry-Brit, that seemed to be the only person who actually cared.

I missed all of my misfit friends, even Melissa, a Twilight lover. Leia was my best friend, and the punkiest person in our school. We had keyed thousands of cars together, vandalised so many walls, and life just wouldn't be the same with out her.

Shocking even my self, I missed my druggie, no-good mother. The same mother that caused me to have a sob-story, like every other Goddamn Mary-Fuckin'-Sue. I rarely saw her, and when I did, she was drunk or high-off-her-fat-ass on some shit she had gotten from a bunch of teenagers she'd probably slept with.

I should probably leave it at that, and I will. I didn't like crying. I'm such a coward. Hell, I'm sat out on the school field in the shitting rain, because if anyone sees me, the rain drops will make it look like I'm not crying.

I had Bella's iPod at full volume, blasting out LostProhets 'Can't Catch Tomorrow', and therefore jumped like Hell when a cold hand touched my shoulder.

I recovered quickly.

It was the day I was supposed to sit with Sparkles, so it made sense that he came after me when I left the cafeteria.

I pulled out the earphones and shoved the iPod into my bag.

"Why didn't you come and sit with me?" Eddie asked, sitting down beside me.

"I didn't much like being called over like a dog." I said with false-cheer.

"Sorry. It's just, you said, at the hospital-"

"I have some theories, if thats what your asking." I loved to act. I was, surprisingly good at it. So when I tilted my head to look at with a grin, I wasn't shocked when he continued as if nothing was wrong.

"Tell me."

I wasn't prepared to chicken out like Bella tried to. I had also thought logically. As a teenage girl in this sort of world, I would've guessed Vampire or Werewolf by this stage, regardless of the fact that I knew what was going to happen.

"Well... I was thinking along the lines of Vampires and Werewolves, maybe magic." I said casually. I can't believe Bella compared him to Spidey and Super Man. That was low, and copywrite. Ish.

I noticed him stifen, and he quickly changed the subject. I grinned, before I realised what he'd said.

"You've been crying."

What a crock of shit...

"No I haven't." Wow, I didn't think I'd sound that defensive.

"Your lying, Bella." He said, staring at me with that brooding smile. Ugh. It did not suit him.

"No I'm not." I stressed.

"What's wrong?" Edward asked, his forehead creasing.

"I miss my mother." I answered truthfully, before I got up.

I was soaked, but it wouldn't stop me from marching through school with my head held high.

"And I didn't cry. It was the rain."

I heard his laughing as I walked off, but didn't turn back. I got to avoid him for a while, because we were doing blood typing.

And I wasn't afraid of the red stuff.

This chapter sucks, I know. I'll try to get the next one up quicker.

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- INDIGO FATE