Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight series or any of its direct characters. Phinney Ridge, Seattle, Washington is a true place, but the characters and majority of places are fictional. All characters are fictional and are my own creation, except for mentions of Stephanie Meyer's characters.

Note: I have chosen Phinney Ridge as my location for the story. I have never been here but am doing constant research throughout the process of this story. Please, do not have my hind. Most locations, places and collective will be made up and might seem way off to actual fact. Suck a lemon and get over it.

"The cruelest lies are often told in silence." Robert Louis Stevenson

Morning Revival

Chapter One

Carle

He was in front of me in a flash. I didn't see if he used his hand or his foot, it was too fast. A crushing blow struck my chest- I felt myself flying backward, and then heard the crunch as my head bashed into the mirrors. The glass buckled, some of the pieces shattering and splintering on the floor beside me.

I was too stunned to feel the pain. I couldn't breathe yet.

He walked slowly towards me…

The screech of brakes and blast of a horn told me one thing; I hadn't been paying as much attention to the road as I thought I had been. But it was a pedestrian crossing after all; surely that stupid black paneled van could have figured that out? He would have been going twice the speed limit. He couldn't have caught up to me that quickly if he hadn't. Throwing a filthy look at where I hope he sat behind the thickly tinted glass, I bent down to pick up my much abused copy of Twilight, which had found it surprisingly airborne during my surprise. Quickly fingering through the pages, I tried to find the spot I was at before my shock of the morning, only to be interrupted by another honk, this one more drawn out and pronounced. It reminded me that it wasn't bright to stand in the middle of the road when surrounded by traffic.

Darting to the other side of the road, I ignored the jibes and rude comments rolling out the windows of the school bus. It wasn't bad enough to embarrass myself; everyone on my bus route had to see it as well. I stepped onto the bright yellow vehicle, pretending to have my nose buried back in the book, but I wasn't fooling anyone. The stretched binding could not hide my red cheeks. It would be around the collective of the school in little time and forgotten by lunch, no sweat. Even with the size of my high school, Ballard reaching almost one thousand and a half students, gossip getting around was never an issue.

Winding down the streets gave me something else to consider rather than the younger faces of the bus peering behind their seats. In the cooling air of October, everyone was putting up their decorations when Halloween was a few good or so week away. But then again, everyone had always been keen for a good celebration. Jacob Mason had never been bothered with decorations. Practical men like my lawyer father didn't bother much. But over the years, after a few pushes and not wanting to upset the neighbours began with the decorations. It was never anything too bad, often a set of lights above the door and maybe a witch or candy cane on the lawn.

This was what I was thinking about when my eye caught the tattered poster still hanging there at the bus stop. It no longer caused anxiety, for I had made my peace with that poster long ago. It was the poster of my old friend, missing for almost a year. The tattered reminder did nothing depressing, only surprised me a little as the bus pulled away. It had survived there for little over a year. To be honest, I never checked to see if it was still there, not like in the first months of her disappearance.

Her disappearance had done funny things, many I didn't quite count on. There was no news spectacle, it barely touched headlines. I thought that odd, considering the panic around school. It had also spilt our old group of friends; it did not make us stronger. I was the only one still at Ballard, the only one in Seattle as far as I knew. And it did not cause me a torrent of pain either, only a small feeling of loss. To be completely honest, Juan and I were not the closet of friends. We enjoyed talking to each other, but neither of us had similar interests. Sure, she had read Twilight once, but I never liked to discuss it with her. I was much too annoyed that she got Jasper and Emmett confused.

Juan was talented, a star student. A runner who was never beaten and a violinist whose chair had never been filled in the orchestra. Her grades were average, but she won most people over with her compelling arguments. She was never terribly know-it-all or snotty about it, she was just very convincing. I guess that's what I miss most about her. We had similar ways of thinking and she was always able to convince our friends on her point of view, which was most often my own.

Pulling up beside the school, I saw Tony waving frantically from the car lot as he juggled the keys to his dad's Subaru in his hands. I waved back and, not meaning to sound horrible, but forgot all about Juan, tossing her memory aside like discarded newspaper. It was yesterday's news. Jumping out with the stream of students, I bounded over to Tony's lanky form, smiling up at his freckled face and ginger hair before walking through the doors of Ballard High School.

"Haven't you over used this thing?" he asked, lifting up my elbow to show me my copy of Twilight.

I gave him and all knowing grin, knowing he would never understand the magic behind the book, "Never."