So this is my very first fan fiction and I hope it's ok. Read & Review.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

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Chapter 1 – The Beginning

La Push. That's where I was going. 869 miles from my home in Napa Valley, California. 869 miles from my friends. 869 miles from my life as I know it. I don't have many people to say goodbye today, just my best friends Hattie and John. Hattie is mad, that's all that can be said but I love her to bits. John is tall, really tall and a bit scary looking but he's nice, honest. They are the best friends any one could ever wish for. I watched my sister Georgia say goodbye to her large group of friends; she was eleven and already had a better social life then me. Jason was already in the car, he's eighteen and always moody. Dad's packed the car and mum already said her goodbyes, she was good at this stuff. "Juliette! Georgia!" my mum called motioning for us to hurry up. Oh yeah, that's me Juliette Jones, the simple quiet one at school. I wiped the tears from Hattie's face and tucked a strand of her short blonde hair behind her ear. I looked at Hattie and pulled her into a hug "Don't ever forget me" I whispered to her. Suddenly, we felt John join our embrace and couldn't help but laugh as he squeezed us tighter. I'd really miss them both. I'd miss Hattie's wild blonde hair and bright blue eyes. I'd miss attending her swimming competitions and Johns big bear hugs. Our hug broke and Hattie and John held hands. It had taken them two years to realize that they both liked each other. Of course I was happy when Hattie and John got together but sometimes I got lonely. You know, I just wanted someone to love me, but enough about that. I said my last goodbyes, took one last look at Napa Valley and shut the door of the car.

I caught my reflection in the rear view mirror and saw my grey eyes looking staring right back at me. I have a wavy blonde hair mid way down my back but the waves are messy and always sticking out. I'd say I have nice lips a kind of soft pink colour with a small nose. I have pale skin considering I live in a place where it's sunny almost all year round. I'm not that pretty, I don't think so anyway. Jason has sandy blonde hair and blue eyes, he has all the girls after him but he says none of them are 'right'. "Jeez Georgia get off your blasted phone!" I heard my brother yell at my sister. My head snapped round to look at my brother. Georgia slowly put her phone in her pocket and stared at the floor. I looked at Jason and wondered what was up. I couldn't be bothered to care right now. I turned my iPod on, turned up the volume and closed my eyes.

I woke up just in time. My dad was already out of the car and taking the luggage from the car. My brother just stood there with his hands in his pockets, typical. We checked in and dropped off our bags. "Ok, we've got just under an hour 'till boarding, so go off, do some shopping and come back here in 30 mins." My dad instructed. I sighed thankfully as I noticed my sister sit down with my parents which meant I didn't have to look after her and her stroppy moods. I wondered off and headed straight for the bookshop. I walked in and scanned the shop for travel books, might as well find out about the place where I was going to be living. I brushed my hand along the rows of books and stopped when I saw a book with the words 'La Push'. I picked it up and flicked through the pages, this is what I was looking for. I paid for it and walked back to my parents.

I was back just in time, we raced off to the gate and boarded the plane to Seattle Airport. As soon we were up in the air I pulled out the book and brought it up to my face. I took in a deep breath through my nose, out of the corner of my eye I saw Georgia give me an odd look, ah she was used to it. I couldn't help it; I loved the smell of new books, the fresh earthy smell. I began to flick through the pages and to be honest I really loved the look of it. But then I turned to a chapter called 'Quileute Legends', it described how men had changed from men to . . . My mouth formed a small 'o' shape. Werewolves.