OMG! My mom has just got the Twilight soundtrack! Have you guys heard it? It so freaking rocks! My favorite songs are Decode by Paramore and Leave Out All the Rest by Linkin Park. I also liked Go All the Way (Into the Twilight) by Perry Farrell. I have plans to see the movie with my best friend, who I just got obsessed with the series. Wow, 27 reviews! It makes me really happy to see all the reviews. This chapter is for Lumiaire and booknerd11. Thank you!

I stared out at the rain-washed windows of the house. It rained in Forks. A lot. But I suppose that's to be expected in the rainiest town in America. I was bored. I was so bored, I actually wanted to go to school. That would at least be something to do. But we still had several more days before we started another four unremarkable years at high school.

I listened to the raindrops pounding on the door, before flinging myself downstairs. I raced out the door, and into the wet evening. Raindrops plopped sluggishly onto the ground as I ran, a blur of motion. I was to fast to be hit by the rain.

The rest of my family was content, savoring the last few days of freedom before we were imprisoned in that tedious place that they call high school. I, on the other hand, felt smothered. I was expectant, waiting for something. I wished I knew what it was.

The rain picked up as I ran, the drops falling faster and harder. I slowed to a jog, appreciating the crystal-clear forest, bursting with life. As I neared the house, I allowed the rain to swallow me up, dwelling on the soft patter, the moisture against my skin. I was no thoroughly soaked.

Then I caught sight of a figure up ahead. Her. That girl. I wondered what she was doing standing in the rain. She was relaxed, and her arms dangled from her sides. The cold didn't seem to bother her as it would have most humans.

I made my footsteps louder, so she would have warning. Humans hated to be surprised. Her muscles tensed at my approach. She spun around as I neared, her eyes flashing. "What are you doing here?"

My temper got the better of me, and I snapped," I could ask you the same question, seeing as my family owns the place. Why are you out here?" She was drenched, as I was.

Wrapping her arms around herself, she responded," I had to run an errand for my mother. What does it matter to you?" I noticed that she wore the same dress and sweatshirt combination.

This time, I controlled myself. "It doesn't. " I changed the subject. "You look cold. Why don't you come to my house and dry off? You can wait out the storm."

She glanced sideways at me. "I don't mind the rain. I'll walk home."

"Just come in for a minute," I persuaded her. "My family is very interested in the history of our house." She twitched when I said our. "Maybe you could tell us a little bit more about it?"

She shrugged, seeming uneasy. "Maybe," she echoed uncertainly.

I took advantage of her hesitation. "Come on," I said, reaching for her arm. She jerked upright quickly, and I guided her to my house.

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