A/N: I got even more wonderful reviews! But one thing I heard more then once about. It was the Prelude. I'm sorry folks, you're supposed to be lost. Anyways, off that subject, I STILL GOT WONDERFUL REVIEWS! If it weren't for the reviews I wouldn't be able to do anything…I'd be so sad. However, this chapter, I am doing from yet another point of view. I am also just going to start using this disclaimer every chapter:::

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BEFORE I START: YOU MUST NOTE THAT THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS REFERENCE TO A EATING DISORDER.

If you find that in any way, too saddening, too graphic, etc. You can skip over this to the bottom Authors note, I will give you the main points there.

Chapter Three: Of A Bulimic and Her Brother

"Jay! Get off your ass and let's go!" I turned over in my bed and put my pillow over my ears as I looked at the clock.

"It's only six in the MORNING!" I yelled back to Houston. "What happened to 'we leave at eight'?"

"Who said that?" I heard him burst my door open, damn his lock picking skills. He then walked over to my bed, turned my alarm off, and then pulled the pillow off my face.

"Give it back!" I whined, trying to reach for it.

"I would, but you need to get up."

"WE'RE LEAVING AT EIGHT!" I half yelled, half whined, to the ceiling.

"God, I heard you. But we do still need to get ready, before we leave."

"I got my stuff ready already!"

"Uh, it's ready? I can't see anything Jay, other than a mess…" I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"Over there," I muttered, pointing to an obscure corner of my room. I shut my eyes, using my arms as pillows on my bed. I heard Houston go over there.

"God, Jay, look at these clothes! These are summer clothes!

"Yeah, well, it's not exactly winter out there."

"But it's raining! Hard."

"So? I love the rain. Besides, this is Forks, Washington. You should have expected it."

"Hey, I didn't want mom to come here. God, apparently, ever since this one doctor guy,"

"Carlisle Cullen"

"Yeah, that guy, apparently ever since that guy left, the hospital has been having a terrible time keeping a good doctor. They asked dad to come."

"No shit. I know the story. God, you think you're the only one dad tells stuff anymore?"

"Sorry, sorry. God. Anyways, you need to get up…like now."

"Later." I growled. Shutting my eyes.

"Nuh-uh." Houston moved my comforter up to get at my feet, he started to tickle them. I yelped and jumped, hitting my head on the wall above, since my bed was just a mattress on the floor that was situated under a piece of the wall that juts out from the rest. I lived right under the attic staircase.

"What the hell?" I asked, rubbing my head. I threw my blanket on top of Houston as he laughed.

"Just get ready," he said moving out of my room and locking my door. I cursed my brother as he laughed all the way downstairs. He was lucky we didn't have a mom anymore, and that dad never hung around anymore, or else I'd tattle.

I sighed and stood up, stretching, making my fingertips touch some more of the wall that was above my head. I went over to the corner I had shown to Houston earlier, and I picked up the clothes I had set out earlier.

Going over to my dresser, I picked up the towel that Houston had thrown there at some point or another.

As I walked out of my room I smelled what was apparently going to be my breakfast. If only Houston knew. I walked into the bathroom, shutting the door and beginning to take off my pajamas.

"What's for breakfast?" I called down to the first story, since I knew the kitchen was right below that bathroom.

"I'm thinking about bacon with omelets that okay with you?" He called back up to me. I answered with a simple 'yes' and then started to turn the shower on.

I stepped into the burning hot water, letting myself feel the burn on my skin, I didn't mind; so much as need it anymore. I let it relax my body, I let it fall into my hair and my face, it was like a ritual now.

I stepped out of the shower, picking up the towel and drying off. After I got my clothes on, I quickly toweled my hair through, and then combed it.

I brushed my teeth quickly, and then picked out my makeup from behind the mirror. I rejoiced for a second, as I always did, that there was a bathroom in the basement by Houston's room, so I could have this one all to myself. I pulled out my mascara and put it on lightly. I then pulled out my eye liner; I applied a thick line around my eyes. I didn't bother with anything else in the bag.

After all this was done I stepped back and looked in the full length mirror to my left. I took in my shape and my form. The smile I was wearing disappeared from my face.

Ugly.

The word smacked me in my face. It assaulted my mind.

I turned away disgustedly, and threw open the door to the bathroom, and walked downstairs. Houston was waiting for me, plate of food and orange juice in the seat across from him at the table.

"Hey Lovely," He said, that had been his nickname for me for as long as anyone could imagine. I scowled at the lie in it. "Rough start to the day?" He asked.

I just sighed and started to eat my breakfast slowly. I counted each bite in my mind.

One bite of omelet, fatty. Two bites of omelet, disgusting. Three bites of omelets, you're sick. One strip of bacon, what are you doing to yourself?

I stopped eating after I had three strips of bacon, and half of my omelet eaten.

"I think I'm done." I told him.

"You sure? You need your energy." Houston told me. I just shrugged,

"I'll take some with us, if I need it," I answered, trying not to let on that I wasn't planning on doing it anyway.

"Alright, I guess. Are you sure you're okay? You took forever upstairs." He said this as he picked up his and my plate, putting his in the sink, and then stuffing all the left over bacon into a bag.

"I'm perfectly fine, H. I'm gonna go upstairs for my stuff, be right back." I made my quick escape upstairs, running into the bathroom; I picked up one of my old tooth brushes from the sink, knowing I'd need it later.

Then I went into my room. I stuffed the toothbrush into my bag, and I picked up my music player.

I turned it onto a song by Dance Gavin Dance. 'The Robot With Human Hair Pt. 1'

I let the song pick up where I had last turned it off, somewhere in the middle of the beginning. I let the screams and the singing fill my ears. I smiled, humming along with the melody. Then, hearing Houston open and shut the door, I started to go outside. Houston was waiting for me in the car, he honked the horn pointing to his wrist; I didn't know I took that long upstairs.

I practically ran to the car, only because we were late. I would have walked slowly for the rain was coming down hard. I rejoiced that I was able to get at least some of it on my arms, for I was wearing a tank top.

I tapped my foot to the song, and as soon as it ended, I replayed it. I was interrupted by Houston,

"You better have something to put over that."

"Why, should I?" I asked, even though I knew I had a black long sleeve sweater in my bag.

"You're not walking around in that tank top. It looks like it belongs in a Victoria Secret magazine on you." I ignored the compliment in that, but instead pulled out my black sweater that was in my bag and slipped it on under the seat belt.

"Better." He said. I hummed in response, this time moving my head in time with the song.

He didn't bother to ask what I was listening to; he just grabbed my music player and looked at the name. I didn't snatch it back; I was too used to him doing this.

"Never heard of it," he said, handing it back to me as he turned into the only high school in Fork's parking lot. After he parked the car, we both got out, and we headed to the information building. I apparently took too long, because as soon as I got inside Houston was giving me his little 'you need to stop doing that' look.

It wasn't my fault if I liked the rain.

We then both went up to the desk, where the lady was eyeing us with an eyebrow raised.

"Who are you?"

"Jay and Houston Doyle." Houston always did the talking, I was always the one to stand there and look 'pretty'.

While Houston was talking to the lady, I nudged him and mouthed bathroom. He nodded, showing me I could go. He didn't bother asking the lady for directions, I was a compass on my own. I'd be able to find it…he knew that.

And find one I did, but there were people in there…it wouldn't do. I started to search for a spot where no one could see me, I finally found it in a building not too far from the building where Houston was in, but it wasn't facing the parking lot, and no one was around.

I hurriedly kneeled on the ground and got the toothbrush from my bag.

I leaned over as I placed the tooth brush into my mouth, so it was touching the back of my throat.

Then I heaved.

I kept repeating the process until I felt that there was nothing left in my stomach.

After that I kicked some mud over it, if anyone found it, it was their loss. I then stuffed the toothbrush into my bag as I began to walk back to the building, I could see Houston waiting for me, but I could also see another person. He was walking ahead of another group of girls, but I could tell he was with them, they were just lagging.

I was walking slowly of course and I noticed how he looked. He had brown hair, it was chocolate brown hair, and it was a little shaggy, but it didn't cover his eyes. He was tall, and very pale. He walked like a God in my opinion. He was a boyish looking God man. No other way to describe him. Then I saw his eyes.

Two things went through my mind as I met his different colored eyes, one chocolate brown, and one bright dazzling green.

My God, those eyes.

But for some reason, as I met his eyes, I couldn't help but think of what I'd just done. I tried not to think of it, but I did anyway. My eyes widened, and I stopped, he kept walking.

He was still looking at me, and his eyes weren't leaving me either. His eyes were a little wide, and I could've sworn they had a hint of concern in them. The moment was broken when he turned to one of the girls who called him; she bounded up to him, with grace a ballerina would have envied.

She had short honey colored hair, and her eyes were a luscious shade of blue. She looked at me for a second, and then she started to talk to the boy. He answered her back, and he didn't look at me again.

I finally turned when I heard Houston call me, and I walked up to him.

"What was that?" he asked me, obviously in reference to the whole 30 seconds I had just stood there staring.

"I have no idea."

In truth, I really, really didn't know.

A/N: Hello all. My. Longest. Chapter. Yet. I FEEL SO HAPPY!!!! Haha, anyways, I still feel like I didn't end it good, but in all truth, I need to go to bed…so yeah. Anyways, I hope you liked the chapter, and so I don't get asked this, yes, Jay is bulimic. Yes, it's sad. But it has to be this way. And just so I don't get asked this either, no, she's not going away to therapy. So there. Haha, leave me wonderful reviews.

MAIN POINTS:

In this chapter, introduced are two new characters. Jay and Houston Doyle.

The story is written from Jay's point of view, and Jay is a girl.

Jay and Houston live together in a house, they are siblings.

As they are getting ready, Jay shows signs of how she has an eating disorder, bulimia.

After they get to school, ((Forks High School)), Jay leaves Houston to get everything settled in the information desk.

Jay, while outside, shares a 'moment' with a person, a boy with shaggy chocolate brown hair, one green eye, one brown eye, and who was really, really pale.

THINGS YOU NEED TO REMEMBER:

In this chapter there are some things you need to remember. They are:

Jay is bulimic.

Jay is in Forks Washington with her older brother Houston.

She lives alone with her brother since her mother is dead, and her father never comes home.

You also need to remember that this is the first reference to Carlisle Cullen leaving Forks with his family, which as we know now includes Bella.