I only own amethyst and Peirce.
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Amethyst pov.
Dad had to go and get his stupid drug addicted ass arrested. Ive tried almost everything he has. Trust me not fun. When he was discharged from the military he got into the world of drugs. Some dad right? But that's not why he's in prison. He got twenty years for armed robbery and ten years for aggravated assault with a deadly weapon. If he wasn't high and in need of more drug money he wouldn't have done it. The idiot beat up a bank clerk. In the bank! Some how the Lee's found out and took me in. So now im the gothic girl form New York and im stuck in La Push Washington. Don't get me wrong im thankful they took me in and im not in a foster home. But looking around the high school parking lot there isn't a single thing I like about this place. High school already sucks why put a gothic girl in a place with no Goths? The only good thing about this is I can work on my art. But I miss Pierce. I leaned back on my Cadillac witch thankfully it came with me.
"You parked in my spot." Someone said to me. I looked at him. He was good looking but not my type and he looks too much like everyone else. "Does it matter?" I asked him. Man Pierce would have a blast messing with this guy. "Not really." He said looking at his friends. Again they look just like everyone else. Is there any individuality in this place? "Who are you anyway?" His taller friend asked. Here we go. "Im Amethyst Carson. And you are?" Might as well know who all keeps annoying me. "Im Embry Call and this is Jacob Black and Quil Ateara." Embry said. Oh, I looked at Quil and felt some pull to him. No idea what it was thou but its whatever. Stranger things have happened like when I caught Peirce in the shed with his boyfriend. I don't even want to know what happened there. "So what are you doing here?" Jacob asked me. What is this guy writing a freakin' book? "What? Are you two writing a book? And where's the front office?" I asked Ive gotta go check in and get my schedule and a school map. This school isn't as big as my old school so that's good. "Ill show you." Quil said looking at his friends for some strange and odd reason. Oh well we waked in the school and I felt hundreds of eyes on me. It seems like everyone's staring at me. Then I got my schedule after filling in a bunch of forms. Then I got told I have to go to counseling two times a week to help me deal with my mom running out on me and my dad when I was four and my dad going to jail. I don't see why though. I don't care about my parents that much. They really never acted like parents so why should I care.
Of course if I told them that they wouldn't care. Because when my dad first got into drugs and I found out I broke and started cutting my wrists doesn't mean anything. I was thirteen and I had just found out my dad had been doing illegal drugs for 6 months. But whatever I realized that was stupid. And I met my best friend Peirce. He practically saved my life. He's a year older than me. And he knew what I was going through. I really gotta call him tonight. I miss him and im sure he misses me. Now he has no one to call in the middle of the night when he's drunk. Or when he has nothing better to do. I looked at my schedule. Its pretty easy to remember. And the school isn't that hard to follow so im sure ill manage. I walked into first period Ecology and as soon as I walked in I noticed Quil was in my class. Oh god. This is gonna be fun. The teacher lady told me to sit by him and then she got stuff ready for class. I took out my sketch book and started working on the bat I started this morning.
"So where are you from?" Quil asked me. Well here it goes. "Richmond, New York." I said. As I went threw my bag to find my drawing pen to work on the details of the bat. "Ok. So what brings you too La Push? It must be boring for you." He said. Well that's the understatement of the year. "Oh you have no idea. And why should I tell you that?" Im used to blasting metal concerts, and riots not this. I got into every show I wanted to go to for free because I knew the security workers. I looked up at him. For some reason I feel like I can really trust him. Strange. "I don't know. I was just wondering." He said. It wouldn't be too bad telling him. "My dad got sent to jail for 30 years and my moms been M.I.A. since I was four. So the Lee's took me in." I said quietly the last thing I need is for rumors to go flying all over the place. "What did your dad go to jail for?" he asked. Man this guy is too noisy for his own good. I just looked at him like he was crazy. Ughh this is going to be a long day.
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