Yo peoples. Twilight is my new found obsession, and I got a sudden craving to write a PaulXOC fic, and I wanted to write about an OC because they are sick. I know if you were hoping for a new chapter in Slave of a Prince you will a bit disappointed I am committing myself to a new story, but I needed a break from it. Writers Block is a curse people, BEWARE.

Peace out.

Michelle POV

Another school.

I swear my Mom does this to me on purpose; this was like what, my seventh school? I got expelled from two, but one wasn't my fault! Anywho, if she wants to move around so much, why not home school me? Oh nooo, that would probably be because she is hardly ever home. See, my mother fails in what most others excel; actually giving a shit about their offspring.

I glared daggers in my Mom's direction and she acted like she didn't notice and kept reading her trash magazine. I sighed and looked out the aeroplane window.

Clouds.

Sky.

Clouds.

More sky.

"Urgh!" I groaned and adjusted my seating position. How come in movies they always have birds flying past the window? Must they always give us normal humans false hope, this is so damn boring!

I folded my arms across my chest and glared at the back of the seat in front of me. "Stupid Mother, why must you be so cheap and make us catch a plane with no T.V screens, or food." I grumbled quietly. Mom glanced up from her magazine and raised an eyebrow.

"I hope you're not talking about me, young lady." She snapped.

"I wouldn't dare." I sneered at her; she just glared back and continued reading.

I sighed again and started playing with my nails. I don't mean to be a bitch, I really don't. It just blurts out of my mouth. I blame it on genetics, Dad left us when I was young and Mom was stuck with me. She just became more and more irritable over the years, probably counting down the days until I was 18 so she could kick me out and have nothing to do with me ever again. She must have rubbed off on me, so it's a big clash whenever we fight.

I can't really remember much about my Dad, but I do recall a lot of yelling, so maybe Dad thought Mom was a bitch too. But he didn't have to leave me with her, what kind of Dad does that? He clearly didn't give a shit about me either.

A voice came over the intercom and interrupted my thoughts. "Passengers, please fasten your seat belts. We will be landing in Seattle in half an hour."

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank God," I said rather loudly, earning a few strange looks from the people sitting opposite me. I gave them a sheepish grin.

"Darling, please re-do your hair," Mom said, scrunching up her nose in disgust at me. "I can't be seen out in public with you when your hair is looking like a birds nest. Imagine what it would do to my reputation."

I snorted,"They don't even know who you are."

Although some of them might, we used to live in Seattle a long time ago, but we only stayed for six months until Mother Dearest decided that she didn't like the cold. And now she has decided that she wants to move back, she didn't even tell me why.

She picked up her hand bag and started to powder her face, I grimaced at this.

"Honey, you're 17 now. You've got to look good for the boys," She retorted at my scrunched up face and I snorted again in disbelief. Man if she makes me snort again people might just mistake me for a horse.

"Obviously you do too," I muttered, but fixed my hair anyways. I loved my hair; it was about the only thing I liked about myself besides my teeth. I will forever worship braces; they had given me a killer smile. My hair was light brown with light wisps of natural blond though it, the sun has lightened up the whole top layer of my hair. It went nearly down to my waist and was loosely curly. Not to sound too egotistical or anything.

Mom sighed and patted my head. "Muffin, you haven't dated anyone since that Jonathan-guy. And that was two years ago."

"His name was Matthew! And I was fifteen!" I exclaimed. Where on earth did she get 'Jonathan' from?

"You sure? Didn't it start with a 'J'?"

"I would know."

"Nope, I'm pretty sure it was Jonathan, Sugarplum."

"Will you cut it out with the pet names?!"

"Jonathan. I'm right."

"You're so annoying!"

"Jonathan is a nice name," I growled at this and was about to retort, when I was distracted by the view of Seattle out the window. I saw Mom smile triumphantly out of the corner of my eye. Great, now she thought that she had won.

I directed my attention back out the window, and only one thought came to mind... Seattle looked like the most boring place in the world.

I groaned and hit my forehead on the glass. "Why the hell are we living here?" I turned around to glare at Mom.

"We're not." She stated, moving on to filing her nails. "We're living in La Push."

I gaped at her incredulously. "You told me we were living in Seattle!"

Mom kept her eyes on her nails. "I recall no such thing." Liar.

"Hmph," I grunted, facing the window again. "What's La Push like?"

"It's a reservation for Indian people."

I just stared at her.

What the hell?

Do I look like an Indian?

"I know someone living there, Sue Clearwater, and she managed to get a small house for us to live in. It's close to the school, so you can walk each morning because I'll be out working." She informed me, packing all of her makeup and beauty products into her bag.

"More like out drinking," I muttered, packing up my bags too.

"What was that?"

"Oh nothing," I replied sweetly.

The landing was smooth and we caught a taxi straight from the airport to our new house. We drove in silence, I sulked even more as I saw how isolated, rainy, forestry, and plain boring this La Push was. My Mother sensed my depressive mood and, for once, was quite. I sent her telepathic thank you vibes I knew she wouldn't receive.

"Shelly, we're here darling," Mom shook me awake.

"Mom," I yawned and stretched. "Only my friends can call me that," That would be my non-existent friends of course.

The taxi driver helped us unload our bags and we dragged them into the house.

"I am your Mother, I can call you what I like," She declared, dumping her three bags on the lounge floor and looking around. "This place isn't so bad."

I glanced around too; the lounge room had a couple of nice couches and a medium size T.V. The kitchen was relatively small, but it did the job. I walked around a bit and spotted a stair case.

"Are the bedrooms upstairs?" I called out to Mom, who was inspecting the cupboards.

"Yeah, Sue said there were three bedrooms." She replied and I climbed up the stairs. I heard her voice calling again from down below. "I get the one with the adjoining bathroom, Buttercup!"

I rolled my eyes and looked around when I reached the top. There was a small hallway and I went into the first room. The room was huge with a king sized bed and a huge window that looked out over the forest.

I grinned triumphantly, this is so my room, but then groaned when I spotted a door next to the bed, which lead to the adjoined BATHROOM! DAMN YOU MOM!

I growled and stalked out of the room and ripped open the next door. Another bathroom with both a toilet and a shower, well at least I got it to myself. The next and last room had to be mine; I opened it carefully and sighed in disappointment when I saw it was about half the size of my Mom's room.

I unpacked all of my clothed into the miniscule closet and chucked away all my useless objects in some desk draws. I didn't have any friends, that's what happens when no one like your personality, so I my walls were empty of any pictures of peace signs and duck faces. I lay down on my single bed and stared up at the white ceiling for several minutes, when I heard a loud knock on the door.

I frowned and sat up. Who on earth would be knocking on our door? We had only just moved in.

"Munchkin! Can you get that!?" I heard Mom call out.

"You're closer!" I yelled back.

"GET THE DOOR!" She screeched.

"FINE!" I screamed back. I stomped down the stairs, muttering incoherently to myself.

I yanked open the door and gaped at the sight before me. A young man, probably around 16, who was shirtless and unnaturally tall, was grinning down at me. That was totally not scary at all.

"Hi." He grinned wider, if that were possible. "I'm Seth."

"Hi Seth," I smiled sweetly, and slammed the door in his face. "Damn creepers," I muttered to myself as I walked away from the door. "I don't want to hear no shit about your no-shirt religion."

I whirled around as I heard the door being opened and growled.

"Wait, wait!" Seth protested, the grin no longer on his face, as I stormed over to him and tried to close the door on him. "I'm Sue's son!"

"I don't give a shit whose son you are!" I screeched and he flinched. Ha, serves him right. "GET THE HELL OUTTA MY HOUSE!" I pushed my back against the door, and ran backwards trying to close it. Dude, this guy just doesn't budge! Is he made out of bricks or something?

"Chicky?" Mom called out and came around the corner. She gasped as she saw me using all of my weight to push Seth out of the house. "Stop that right now, Michelle!" I widened my eyes at her. A strange was man trying to break into our house (wearing no shirt, might I add), and she was telling me to stop stopping him from murdering us?! Unfortunately for me, Seth had kept pushing on the door whilst I had not, resulting with me going flying onto the cold hard floor.

"Owwww..." I groaned and rubbed my head. When I finally got my senses back, I noticed that a big tanned hand was reaching down in front of me. I looked upwards to see that Seth was smiling apologetically at me.

I glared and slapped his hand away and winced as I got up from the floor. Ow, his hands are hard. How in the world do you get super muscled hands anyway?

Seth scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Sorry about that."

"Apology not accepted." I retorted and crossed my arms across my chest, trying to keep my eyes on his face, and not on his muscled shoulders and arms, six pack... God I hoped I wasn't drooling. "Perhaps I was not clear enough before. Get. Out. Of. My. House."

"Honey!" Mom's face was perplexed. "This is Sue's son!" She hissed.

"...And?" I deadpanned.

"Sue Clearwater!" She hissed viciously.

Oh. Oh. Crap.

There was a long awkward silence as my Mother glared at me. I turned to Seth who was holding in his laughter at our exchange. I glared at him and he quickly made a straight face.

He grinned at me. "You're scary," He said.

"Thank you." I replied and stalked into the kitchen and picked up a fake apple from the fake fruit bowl and hurled it at the wall. I am such an idiot. Way to make a good impression, Michelle, now every good looking guy in town

I could hear my Mom talking to Seth, trying to convince him that I wasn't a psychopath.

"I'm so sorry about that." She apologized. I stuck my nose up in the air and stuck my tongue out at the wall that my Mom was currently behind.

"Nah, it's fine. One of my friends is kind of like that, so I'm used to it." Rude, how dare he relate me to his creepo friends?

"Please thank your Mother for this lovely house, we really appreciate all this."

"It was our pleasure, say, does Michelle go to La Push high?" Oh hell no.

"Yes she is starting tomorrow! Do you go there too?!" Please say no. Please say no. Please say-

"Yeah! I do!" DAMNIT! "So do all my friends!" Did I kill someone in another life? Or kick someone's puppy? Why me? WHYYY!? I just majorly embarrassed my self infront of a pinnacle of beauty, IS THAT NOT ENOUGH!

"That's so great! Michelle will know some people before she starts!" I could hear Mom clapping her hands joyously. WHYYYY?!

"Tell her I'll see her tomorrow for a tour of the school!" I started to smack my head against the table at my luck. This was so unfair. I heard the door open and footsteps going down the front steps.

"See you tomorrow Seth! Don't forget to thank your Mom for me!"I heard Mom called out and close the door. "Such a nice boy, he'd be perfect for you- SHELLY WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING?!"

My forehead was kind of hurting as my Mom came over and held the sides of my face in her hands.

"Sometimes I worry about you, Michelle." She sighed and walked up the stairs.

As if, you couldn't care less about me.

I groaned and rubbed my forehead, if I get brain damage, Seth can pay for the hospital bills.

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