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I do not own Twilight, if I did, Michelle would be an actual character.

You know, I never really used to believe in magic or karma. But after tonight's incident, I think I might have changed my mind. I mean, come on! I must have robbed a bank or murdered a president in a past life or something with the kind of luck I've been having lately.

I cursed as I cradled my injured hand against my stomach, following the path back from the beach. I am going to look like a fucking gunman when I get back to their house, I hope Sam doesn't mistake me for an axe murderer and go all ninja on my ass. Emily! Protect me!

In case you have been wondering how I got myself in this absolute SHIT, here's what went down.

Flashback

I walked outside the house and saw that there was a small path leading in the opposite direction of the driveway. Well if the driveway goes into town, this one should lead to the beach. Hopefully. The sky is starting to dim so maybe I could watch the sunset from the sand, that would be cool.

Part of the path up ahead looks like it goes into the some of the forest, but all of the leaves and twigs were chopped away. I'm guessing the clones come down here a lot then, I hope it's a nice beach.

It's taken me around fifteen minutes to make it there, and the sunset didn't disappoint. I remember when I was around six years old and we lived in Australia; my Mother seemed to like me a lot more back then and took me to the beach for the sunset every Saturday. Probably because the only bad word I knew was 'Poo Face', and I didn't swear at her when she abandoned me. How things have changed.

I plopped down onto a flat rock near the water and had a look around at the beach. There was no sand, just large rocks and pebbles everywhere. The waves were good, and would be awesome to surf on, if I could actually swim a stroke. I fail at swimming epically; I nearly drowned at swimming sports in primary school and had to get rescued by the lifeguard there.

The funniest part was when he had to jump in with his shoes on, that's what you get for not being prepared. Bitch.

I gazed at the horizon until the sun has disappeared below it, and soon enough the lighting began to dim. Yeah, this is my cue to leave. I got up and started to walk back up to the path that I followed before, but everything suddenly went black.

"Shit." I mumbled, the clouds had moved in and completely blocked all light. I stumbled forward and tried to keep my balance as I made my way over to where I thought the path was. Oh my god, where am I? I blinked repeatedly, trying to get used to the lighting and noticed a little too late that there was a large rock right at my feet.

"Eeek!" I cried as I fell forward, instinctively I put out my hands to stop my fall. "OW, SHIT FUCKING SHITTY ICECREAM ROCK! FUCK!" I cried and held my left hand up against my chest. I could feel the blood flowing out of it and splashing onto the ground.

Crap, I must have fallen onto some glass or something.

I hissed at the ground and slowly made my way up the beach; well at least I think I'm going up the beach. It would help if I could actually see.

Then, as suddenly as it went, the beach lit up again with light. Only this time it was from the moon. I looked down and cringed when I saw that my once white t-shirt was now dripping red. Man, I look like I've been shot or something.

Now, let's have a look at the source of this mess. I slowly turned my hand over to inspect the damage the glass had done, and I nearly threw up.

It looked like something out of a freaking horror movie, there was an open gash that went from one side of my hand to the other and it was all fleshy and gooey. I bet this would give Kim such a fright she'd crap a unicorn. Now that would brighten up my day.

End Flashback

So there's how I made it here to tripping through the bush and heading towards the nice bright lights of Emily's house. Now how should I explain to them why I look like l had a bath in some blood, I had no idea a hand could bleed so much. Shit, what if I run out of blood? Is that possible? Oh mah gawd, I'm gonna die.

I could hear the sounds of voices and inwardly groaned when I realised how many people were at Emily's house now. This is going to be really awkward.

I wandered into the outdoor lights and slowly made my way up the front stairs, cringing once again at the sight of my blood-soaked t-shirt.

"No, no, I left it in the car. Jared, it's fine, I can go by myself." I heard Kim's voice echo from inside. You know... I could have some fun with this shit. I touched my face with my blood stained hands and sneaked up to the door, grinning mischievously.

The door opened and I jumped forward.

"RAAARRR!" I yelled, lifting up my injured hand and making a scary face at poor Kim who had just opened the door.

"AAAHHHHHHH!" She let out a blood curling scream and collapsed on the floor.

Oops.

Not. Good.

I just stared at her fallen form for a few seconds, but it wasn't long until I could hear footsteps bounding towards where I was.

"KIM! Kim are you alright? Ki- WOAH!" Jared came to a halt and stared at me wide eyed.

"What?" I asked innocently. "Something on my face?" I touched my face with my bloody hand, making lines of blood. Jared just kept on staring. Like, are you just going to stand there or are you going to ask if I'm okay? Tch, rude.

"OMIGOD, MICHELLE!" Emily screeched when she saw me, then a shit load of other people rounded the corner gaping and staring at me. "I'll get you some towels!" She raced back around the corner and probably into the kitchen.

"What the fuck happened to you?" Paul asked, his hands starting to shake. Crap, he's having another epileptic fit.

"I got attacked by a bear." I shrugged. What? Nothing wrong with bending the truth a bit.

"WHAT!" Paul bellowed and I cringed at the volume.

"Dude, chill. I'm fine. But I think Kim fainted or something..." I turned and pointed to the body on the floor.

"DON'T TELL ME TO CHILL!"

"Paul, calm down and get outside." Sam stepped in and placed a hand on Paul's shoulder. "Michelle, what really happened?"

"Uhhhhh..."

"Well?"

"MICHELLE!" Emily came charging through and pushed some towels in my face. "Quick let's get you cleaned up." She led me away from the group and up the stairs, much to the displeasure of Paul. Suck it up, idiot.

"OW!" I hissed and pulled my hand away. "What is that stuff? Isn't medicine supposed to make you feel better?"

"No pain, no gain." Emily smiled sympathetically at me and continued to clean the wound on my hand.

"Psh. Yeah, like I totally gained something from falling onto some glass and destroying my hand, good one." I snarled at her and then winced; I should really work on my people skills. "Uh, sorry about that-"

"No, no, it's fine." She interjected, waving her hand in the air. "I was asking for it."

Cue awkward silence.

"So..." I started, "When's the wedding?"

"3 months," Emily said not skipping a beat and dipped the cloth into the blood stained water/medicine/some sort of poison that hurts like a mother.

"Have you got a dress yet?"

"Not yet, but I'm thinking of going next week or the week after."

"Do you know what you're looking for?" I winced as a stabbing pain went through my hand. Owww...

"I want to keep my mind open, you know?" She replied, smiling softly at me. "I don't want to have my mind focused on the perfect dress, and miss out on what could be even better."

I shrugged, she had a point.

"All done!" Emily proclaimed and grinned proudly, it was probably her first doctor experience unless she played operation as a kid. I love that game. "Now, we should get you some new clothes. And you probably want a shower don't you?"

"...No shit."

Because I am totally not covered in my own blood.

"You will be sleeping in the spare room with Kim and Claire, Leah isn't staying the night, which is the room next to the bathroom and-"

"Wait," I held up my non injured hand. "Isn't this the bathroom?"

"Well...yes, but its Sam's and my bathroom." Emily raised an eyebrow at me. "Don't you remember coming through my bedroom first? You made some sort of comment about the carpet being really squishy."

"Huh." I remember something about that...

"I'll get your bed ready so you can go straight to sleep." She pulled me to my feet and led me down the hallway to another room. "Here's the bathroom, there is shampoo and conditioner on the shelves in shower."

"Thanks..."

"I hope you feel better soon." She smiled and made her way back into her room. Wow, she's like the Mother I never had, I wonder if she treats everyone else like this.

When I finished my shower, there was a neat pile of clothes for me to choose from as well as a pair of pajamas and a bandage for my hand. God, this is so weird. I got changed into the plain pajamas, which were a bit too big, wrapped my hand in the bandage and carried the pile of clothes to the next room. When I opened the door, Emily was in there straightening out some mattresses on the floor.

"Uh, thanks for the clothes." I started, standing awkwardly at the door and trying to keep my eyes open. The shower had made me really drowsy.

"No problem! Most of them are mine, but a few are Leah's. You and I are probably around the same size, but Leah is a bit taller. I'll let you get some sleep." Emily patted my head as she walked past and closed the door behind her. I just stood there for a minute and then dumped the clothes on the end of one of the mattresses.

Now, the main problem is how the hell I am going to get to sleep in a strange house with strange people. But as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light.

I groaned and rolled over, what the hell is the time? I groggily sat up and reached down into my pocket for my phone, my heart dropping when I found them empty.

So reacted like any other seventeen year old who couldn't find their expensive phone.

"Shit, shit, shit." I muttered to myself and leapt out of bed, or mattress, the events of yesterday rushing back to my head. SHIT, where did I put my phone? I looked to the small amount of light coming from the window and saw that the sun was beginning to rise, must be around 4.30 to 5.00 am.

"Damn it!" I hissed and kicked my foot into the mattress. I must have left my phone in the bathroom. I swear if I find out that someone has stolen it, I will personally soak all of their clothes in red dye whilst laughing like a maniac.

I walked softly into the bathroom and nearly broke down sobbing when I saw that someone had cleaned up my clothes from the floor. Oh my god, what if my clothes are being washed? NOOOOOOOO I LOVED THAT PHONE!

I guess I should get dressed now. I don't want to go to school; I have no energy to live now that my phone is gone. My precious Porsche Cell Phone, $1200 bucks of MY MONEY! Why is life so unfair? I sloppily put on a tight long sleeve shirt and some ripped jeans, probably Emily's, and walked softly down the stairs.

Wait a second...

How long am I going to have to wait until somebody else is up or it's time to get to school? Great... just great...

I combed through my hair with my hands and tied it into a messy bun with a hair tie that I had around my wrist. Messy seems to be in style at the moment, I have no idea why though, it turns your hair into a knotty piece of shit and is absolute hell to try and comb through.

Just sitting at the kitchen table was starting to get pretty boring; my foot was starting to get sore from the continuous tapping.

I was just about to scream in frustration -or to wake up someone so I could talk to them- when the front door swung open. I nearly fell out of my chair in surprise.

But alas, this was a bad day, and on bad days nothing goes your way.

"Michelle!"

"Hi Paul." I said unenthusiastically to said man smiling at me gleefully.

"How's your hand?" He walked over and sat next to me hesitantly. "Why are you up so early?"

I am not in the mood for twenty questions.

"Better," I answered honestly, slightly leaning away from him. "And I'm an early riser, for some reason I never sleep for very long."

"I'm not usually up so early, but I couldn't sleep last night." Paul said, staring at me intently. I nodded and starting playing with my nails, thank the lord he had the decency to put on a shirt. We sat there awkwardly for a while, well for me it was awkward but he seemed pretty pleased with himself for some reason. "How are you liking La Push?"

"Not much really." I replied and Paul's face immediately turned into a deep frown. I back-pedalled quickly, sensing some sort of outburst of rage. "I-I mean, it's alright I guess, just a bit too cold for my liking."

Paul seemed satisfied by my answer visibly relaxed. I turned my head away from him to hide an eye roll, dude's like a time bomb. One moment happy, then suddenly BOOM! You're dead. And I don't really want him to get to the angry stage of killing people any time soon.

"Yeah the weather here can be a bit of a letdown, but it is perfect for some... people." His body shuddered, but out of fear or anger I am unsure of, I think he's prone to epileptic fits so maybe that's it.

"Alrighty," I said suddenly, rising from my seat. Paul stared up at me –that's right, suckers, look who's tall now- confusedly. "As fun as this has been, I have to, uh... sort out my clothes! Yes, sorting out my clothes. Fun!" I mentally smashed my head into a brick wall for such a stupid excuse, but Paul seems to be lacking in the brains department and just waved goodbye to me.

"Oh, wait." Paul called out and I inwardly groaned, what does he want now? "Is this yours?" He held out his hand and- Oh my god. Eeeeeek! My phone! "I found it in the bathroom."

"Yes," I replied calmly. But inside I was throwing a party and kissing the ground. "Thank you." I smiled at him and snatched it from his hands. "But who the hell takes something from someone's bathroom that doesn't belong to them?"

"...Yeah good point, what was I thinking?"

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