You Guys, should I join a roleplay? I got asked to join one, but I don't know... My hands are full right now with all my stories and getting around to update them. Hmm, well if you guys don't mind then I guess I'll join:)

Enjoy your guys;)

Natalie P.O.V. (She's around nine years old, I think... WHATEVER!)

I hate mornings. I hate mornings. I hate mornings. "I hate mornings!" A soft hand hauled me up by the tummy, I squealed, "No! Let me go!"

Kim.

She's been taking me to school ever since last year. She's a really nice sixteen year old girl, even though she is older than me.

"C'mon, Natalie!" she whined, "Get up, girl!"

I groaned, "Fine. Can you please pick out my outfit? I'm gonna go shower," I mumbled sleepily.

Immediately, she squealed, "There's sunshine out there! A cute dress will be perfect!"

"No way! I hat dresses, you know that! Besides... I don't have dresses?" I concluded.

Kim's big brown eyes flashed to mine as she held up a horribly disgusting light orange dress- I'm kidding. The dress was actually pretty. It was light blue and had thin straps for my shoulders.

"Now, you can wear those cute blue converse Jacob got you," she said, smiling brightly at me.

I scowled, "As much as I love those shoes, you know your joking Kim!" I whined, "I'd rather go barefoot."

"Flats it is! Go shower, Missy! You have an ten minutes to shower, then I'll help you with your hair and then breakfast! Go, little sister that I never had, go!" she laughed.

Nodding, I ran to the bathroom and washed my body and hair with my mom's pretty smelling soaps. As soon as I opened the door from the bathroom, the cold breeze hit me.

"Ahh!" I screamed, as goosebumps involuntarily prickled my skin.

Kim had laid out my clothes and was patiently waiting on my bed. Well, she was texting on her phone.

"Who're you talking to?" I asked, right beside her.

She screamed and fell off the side of my bed. I started laughing, she looked so silly! Her face was wide and went pale, next thing I know, she's on the floor.

Her cheeks quickly became rosy with a bloody-blush. "Jared," she muttered and then started smoothing out her hair.

"You know," I started, "He's head over heels for you and your the same way to him. Dana likes Leslie, but does he notice? Nope. Men, I tell you!"

As soon as I said that, Kim gave me a long smirk. "Get dress, Nat. I'll do your hair, right now."

I nodded and put on the dress, as Kim blow-dried my hair, I put lotion on my arms and legs. "Kim, do you think Jacob has a girlfriend?" I asked.

She didn't hear me well so she asked, "What was that, hun?"

"Nevermind, it's... " I sighed, "Not important."

"Alright, hair is done. See, I made your layers flip up a little!" she said, clearly proud of herself, "Oh, and here. I bought you this. It's perfect for that pretty dress you have on."

I opened the ball of white fabric and gleamed at her. It was a white cardigan. I squealed and hugged her, "Kim! Thank you so much! You know what? You are officially my new big sister! Ahhh! I LOVE YOU!" I screamed and put the cardigan on.

As her warm arms wrapped around me, she squeezed and said, "Anything for you, Natalie. Your my little sister, too. Now come on, lets go get you some food."

She and I ate breakfast, a granola bar, a banana and orange juice for the both of us. Then she walked me to school and wished me farwell.

"Bye, Kim! You'll see! You and Jared will get married someday! I just know it!" I called out to her, as I frantically waved my hands.

Even from where I was, I could tell Kim was blushing. It was so much fun to make her feel uncomfortable.

An arm wrapped around my neck. I panicked for two seconds until I realized it was Leslie. "Hey Natalie! You look nice today," he mumbled.

I laughed and hugged him back, "Thanks. My sister, Kim, she did the whole outfit actually. Well she bought me the cardigan and I already had the dress and-" I noticed he was giving me a confused look. "Thanks, Leslie," I giggled.

"Anytime, Nat. Lets go to our classroom line?" he asked, already heading towards the bungalow.

"Mhm! Where are the other guys and Dana?"

Leslie shrugged. "Probably in class, c'mon. Lets go."

Nodding, I linked my arm with his and we ran to our class. Mr. Janeen met us at the door and smiled, "Good morning, you two."

"Mornin'!" We replied in unison.

We went to go sit in our seats and I saw Dana. "Dana!" I called, waving my hand at her.

She turned around and gave me a mean look. "Hi."

I looked to Leslie and he gave me the same confused look I probably had on my face. Why didn't she come with us? Then I noticed that Shantie and Alexa were talking real animatedly to Dana.

Christian, Johnny and Jason were sitting at our table and I started to feel weird, as Leslie and me sat down, too. Usually, Dana and I would talk about girl stuff, while the boys talked about video games and sports.

"Yeah! Duh, who would miss the superbowl?" Chris said, sarcastically. (Blah, I needed something for them to talk about okay! Lmfao.)

Letting go of my shyness, I asked, "What's a superbowl?"

The next half hour, the guys proceeded to inform me about football. It sounded like a really fun sport to play.

"My dad wants me to join Lap Push's football club," Johnny said, smiling widely.

Leslie, Jason and Chris all cheered, "My dad, too!"

"Do you think I could join, too?" I questioned and looked at them all in the eyes.

I didn't expect for them to all start laughing. I felt hurt. Johnny noticed I wasn't kidding and put an arm around my shoulders, "Natalie, football is for guys. Not girls, guys."

A strong feelings flashed throughout my body and I became angry, "What do you mean?"

Awkwardly, Leslie tried to explain. "Girls are... Sorta, always worried about breaking a nail or getting dirty. Guys like us, well... We don't care? Besides, girls don't know how to play football!"

"Well, I can learn! Jeeze, besides! I bet my Daddy would let me join! And, I also bet that I can beat all of you guys!" I huffed and crossed my arms.

Again, they all burst out laughing. I groaned, "Ugh! You guys are such... such buttholes!"

"What was that you just said, Miss Carter?" Mr. Janeen asked, frowning down at me.

I felt my cheeks heat up and stuttered, "Uh... B-Butthole?"

From the corner of my eyes, I saw Dana smirk, along with Alexa and Shantie.

"That language should not be used in this classroom. Please inform me as to why you would use that vocabulary," he thundered.

"Well, my so-called friends are saying that I can't join La Push's football club because I'm a girl!" I replied, my voice soft and uncertain.

Christian then decided to intervene, "Sir, it's just that girls can't play football! Or any sports at all! They suck at everything athletic."

Way to prove my point, you jerk.

"Mister Rue! I will be having a talk with all of your parents," our teacher said, looking from me all the way to Jason.

"B-But sir!" Leslie gasped, "What'd we do wrong? It's the truth!"

I hit him with my arm, "Ugh! Watch, I'll beat you! Brady will teach me how to play! And then, your gonna lose!"

When Mr. Janeen finished lecturing us in front of the whole class, my mood was officially ruined. I sighed as he told us to draw something for Open House later on during the day. At least, we get out early today.

I decided to draw... Oh no. What am I supposed draw?

"Psst!" I nudged Leslie. He frowned and continued drawing. Again, I poked him, "Leslieeeee!" I whispered.

He mumbled something under his breath and sighed, "Hmm?"

I batted my eyelashes at him, "What are you drawing?"

Les shrugged and replied, "The ocean. Well, sort of. It kind of looks like a blob, but it'll be sunny."

"Cool."

He nodded and got back to work.

What should I draw?

I raised my hand and Mr. Janeen came over and asked me what I needed.

"Well, I don't know what to draw," I mumbled.

He gave me a small, gentle smile and slowly spoke, "Draw whatever makes you happy, Natalie." My face must have given him a clue to explain more. "Well, what makes you think of fond memories?" he asked.

Immediately, I started thinking about Jacob, but then thought it would be weird to draw him. He'd probably just be a stick-figure anyway. Instead, I shrugged and exclaimed, "I don't know!"

Mr. Janeen laughed quietly and then said, "Close your eyes."

I did as he suggested.

"What's your favorite color?"

Instantly, I answered, "I don't have one."

My teacher was quiet for a moment and then said, "What's something you like to gaze at because it's absolutely beautiful?"

For a few seconds, I was quiet and then answered, "My mom."

"What's something your mother loves?"

My eyes flashed open and I grinned, "Flowers!", Oh my gosh, "I know what I want to draw now! Thanks, Mr. Janeen!"

He nodded his head in satisfaction and replied, "Anytime."

Immediately, I started drawing.

My hands nimbly flew throughout the page. I outlined what I would later shade in and carefully, with my pencil, started giving my drawing some definition.

When I finished, I noticed that almost half of my class was standing behind me. My cheeks started warming up again and to Jason, I whispered, "Why is everyone staring at me?"

His brown eyes flashed to mine, his mouth was hanging open and he hesitantly, "Your drawing is... AWESOME!" He finished, bumping my fist with his.

I turned to look at my picture and saw what I planned to draw.

They didn't really look special at all, since I was rushing, they looked fake and whithered. The sight of that illustration made by my hands, made me feel disappointed in myself. I could have done better.

Plain, withered, grey roses.

Hope you guys liked this:D ALMOST 2,000 words.