The Twilight Saga


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My mother drove me to the airport with the windows sealed shut. The gray clouds outside dampened on my already bad mood.

It was thirty-eight degree rainy weather in New York. I thought of this as a treacherous departure, I wasn’t that happy to leave either.

I watched the scenery flash by as the car road on.

“ Annabell. . .” my mother had said to me. “ I hate to make you do this.”

“ Don’t worry mom. It’ll be fine.”

Maria, my busy with work mother, was a traveling women. She had places to be, and clients to see. No time to tend to a 16 year old girl.

I didn’t mind.

I would wake up to an apartment to myself. Get ready, and take a taxi to my high school.

At 3 o’clock I’d come home to an empty apartment. I was always alone. That’s what had mom worried.

So I decided to do my fair share. I suggested I move in with David, my dad.

My mom was reluctant, she knew I hated Oregon. But she rather I was there than with her. I could tell.

We arrived at the airport fifteen minutes before take off.

My mom turned to me.

“ Are you sure, hun? You could always back out now.”

“ No. It’ll be fine.” I lied, once again.

My mom gave me a hug and kissed my forehead.

“ I love you.”

“ Love you too mom.”

She hugged me close, then left me so I could board the plane.

It was a four hour flight from New York to Indianapolis, then another four hours to Vancouver, Oregon.

I hadn’t seen my dad in two years. I used to spend every summer with David. But those summers ended when I turned 14.

Since then I’ve yet to see him.

The plane landed without any trouble, and I was handed my luggage. I walked off the plane into the sea of waiting people.

“ Annabell, over here.”

I turned my head to see a tall man. He was handsome, and had a sandy colored blonde hair. His eyes were the same dark brown as mine.

He was David.

“ Hi dad.”

He walked the short distance over to me.

“ It’s nice to see you again.”

I smiled weakly.

As much as I loved David, it didn’t mean I wanted to live with him.

He grabbed my bags and loaded them into his SUV.

It was a long silent drive to Astoria, Oregon. David tried to make a conversation, but I wouldn’t budge. I wasn’t one for small talk.

David drove into his subdivision.

He’d bought a new house since that past two years.

His neighborhood looked elegant. All the houses looked historical and significant in their own ways.

He finally turned down his street and there lay his house.

It was old Victorian style. The house was painted a muted white color. And the garage section was covered with red orange bricks. The front entrance had a storm door which was made of black iron.

All in all it was beautiful.

David pulled into the driveway and stopped the engine. “ Well, we’re here.”

He looked over to me and saw me stare at the house. “ Amazing isn’t it?”

“ Yah.”

He smiled and got out to fetch my things.

I got out and walked along the brick sidewalk that led into the house.

It was dark, once I was inside. I walked through a large opened room and into a hallway.

I didn’t bother looking for a light switch.

“ Your rooms upstairs.” David’s voice said from behind me. “ It’s different from New York, but it’s a great place.”

“ Yah.”

“ How’s Maria doing?”

“ She’s fine. Her company’s moving full swing ahead.”

“ Good for her.”

I didn’t say another word as I walked up the Victorian stairs.

My room was the east bedroom that over looked the front yard.

I switched on the light and saw a simple bedroom layout in front of me.

David had placed a bed and a nightstand on the opposite wall from the bay window that overlooked the front lawn.

Across from that was a dresser and a closet door. And on the only available wall was a plain desk. The room had no feel to it. It was empty.

I walked over to the twin mattress and laid down my suitcase. David came in then with my other suitcase and bags.

“ The bathrooms across the hall Ann.” He smiled on last time before he walked out.

I was finally alone.

I shoved my bags out of the way as I sat on the window seat next to the bay window.

I looked at the skied which were still as depressing as when I left New York. This day had finally reached its end. But with that end came a more dreadful beginning.

My new high school.

David had enrolled me in Harrison High. And I was supposed to attend that school tomorrow morning.

My reflection in the bay window looked back at me. I watched myself sigh, and rest my chin on my hand.

But as the sky’s dreary clouds turned darker, I decided to unpack my things.

 

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The pitter patter of the rain eventually woke me in the morning. Only moments later my alarm clock buzzed by my ear, making it very clear that it was 6:45 a.m.

I dress in a black trench pea coat. It was knee length, so I put leggings underneath it. I brushed through my shoulder length blonde hair. I made sure that my brown hair, under all my blonde hair, was perfectly straight.

David had written me a note explaining that he had an emergency client that needed to see him. It said that he was sorry and that he wished me luck at school.

It was still raining when it was time to head to school so I grabbed my black umbrella and headed out into the dreadful weather of Astoria.

I walked, alone, to school. The black rain pounded lightly on my umbrella. I stared at the brick sidewalk as my feet danced lightly across it.

It wasn’t that difficult to find the high school. David had given me simple directions, and it was only a mile or two away from his house.

I walked to the front door, it was crowded, and headed for the main office.

“ Can I help you dear?” Asked a middle aged women with brown curled hair.

“ Yes, I am Annabell Terran, I’m the new student.” I smiled.

“ Oh! Yes. We don’t get new students often yah, know.” She smiled then dug in her top drawer for some papers.

“ Okay, dear, this is your schedule. Here is the map. The cafeteria is in the center of the building so you won’t have much trouble there. Your locker is over in this area.” she circled an area with her pen. “ If you have any trouble you can ask your teachers or you can come here and any of the office help can assist you.”

“ Thanks.” I smiled warmly.

“ No problem.”

I dashed out before I had to smile one more time. I headed down the hallway into the circled area on my map. I arrived at my locker 13.

A nasal sounding bell rang, and I walked along the hallway into my first hour class.

“ Hello, you must be Annabell. I’m Mr. Long. Why don’t you take a seat over there.”

I walked quickly to the seat. During class, several kids stole a glance at me. Some blushed when they were caught staring.

I couldn’t really figure out why I was that important.

The bell sound and I gathered my things.

“ Hi.”

I looked up from my things and say a boy stand in front of me. “ Hi.”

“ I’m Matthew by the way.”

“ Hi, Matthew.” I said awkwardly.

“ Do you need help finding your next class?”

“ Uhh. . .” I looked at my schedule. “ I’m headed to chemistry with Miss Taylor.”

“ That’s one my way. I’ll show you to it.”

Matthew walked me to that class, and blabbed the whole way. He told me that he had moved here five years ago from Indiana, and said that he didn’t like the rain, or the very few population in this town. He talked about his interests and hobbies.

To soon for him we came to Miss Taylor’s class. I smiled and waved a good-bye and fled into the class.

A few other kids introduced themselves and walked me to my classes. By lunch time I had most of all the students name’s down.

Matthew invited me to sit at his table.

He was one of those popular kids. All the nice, and friendly kids sat with us. I recognized most of them from classes.

But it was then, at that moment when I didn’t care about those popular friendly kids. I looked to the end of the cafeteria. There sitting all alone were three kids.

Two were boys and the other was a girl. But they were no ordinary kids.

One of the girls sitting at my table noticed my stare. “ Oh, those or the Morsin’s.”

One of the guys made a quick glance over. It was so fast, I couldn’t be sure if he really did look. His hair was a light brown color. He had muscles all over. He wasn’t extremely mocho, but he definitely was built.

The other male was even bigger. He had pitch black hair, and golden colored eyes. Sitting next to him was the girl. Her hair was bright red, and long. She looked at the wall with the same golden colored eyes.

“ The girl is Olivia Karid, and the black haired is Damien and the other is Tyler Morsin.”

I didn’t say anything. All I could do was stare.

She giggled. “ I know!”

I pealed my eyes away from the table in the back, but before I did I stole another peak at the brunette boy.

Finally the bell rang and I walked out with the girl who told me about the Morsin’s, Holly.

She, like Matthew, liked to fill silence with her chatter. “ It’s so hard to get a tan here. Yah know? I’ve tried on the sunny days but it’s impossible! Ugh! I was born here so I’ve never had a real tan. I usually have to spend every second in the sun during summer vacation. . . “ I tuned her out as we arrived to my next hour class.

I was sent to sit in the back of the math class, where I saw a familiar beautiful face. It was Tyler’s.

“ Role call everyone, listen for your name.” said Mr. Monica, my math teacher.

I looked sideways at the boy. He didn’t even look at me. He was sitting one desk over.

“ Tyler Morsin.”

“ Here.” answered the most perfect sweet sounding voice I had ever heard. I felt my mouth fly open. Tyler still did not look at me.

“ Annabell Terran? Annabell Terran?”

It was then that the boy looked at me. His golden eyes met my brown ones.

I looked away as fast as I could. “ Here.”

I heard a heavenly snort come from the desk over.

I felt my cheeks grow hot under my skin.

The rest of the day went by. I walked to David’s house in the rain.

He was home. “ Anna! How was your day?” I laid down my umbrella by the door and joined him in the kitchen.

He handed me a cup of hot cocoa. “ Thanks.” I said silently.

We sipped silently, while David looked through his work papers. The phone rang.

“ Hello? Oh yes. Of course I can make that work. Yes. Okay. Well tell him that I’ll see him next week. Bye.”

I looked up in curiosity. “ I need to see a client down in La Push next week.”

“ La Push?”

“ It’s in Washington. You’ll have to come with me too.”

“ What?” I almost shrieked.

“ I promised your mom that I wouldn’t leave you alone to much. And I’m not going to leave you alone here when I’m in a completely different state.”

“ But mom did that all the time! She went across the country and I was home alone!” I shot out of my chair.

“ That is why you are here. So your not alone as often. You need to sit back down and relax. This is my final decision.”

I settled back in my chair and sipped my drink with a huge frown on my face.

“ I’m going to go finish my homework.” I said grumpily. I put my mug in the sink and rinsed it out.

I rushed through the hallway and through the living room. This house was like a maze. But as I rounded the corner for the stairs I saw something in the dark. It was near the window, so the soft light from the window told me what it was.

It was a baby grand piano.

I walked slowly up to it and ran my fingers down the scale. It was perfectly in tune. I sat down on the black leather cushion on the bench.

And I began to play.

This was a song that I had written a long time ago. Three years ago. On one of those extremely lonely days when my mom was in some other state.

It was a very emotional song. It droned out the endless pitiful rain, and filled me with sadness. Tears began to fall from my face. They fell from my cheek and landed on the keys as my fingers worked their way through the song.

I heard footsteps come around the corner, and furiously wiped away my tears.

“ Anna?”

Then David came around the corner.

“ Was that you playing?”

“ Yah.”

“ I didn’t know that you. . .played.”

“ yah.”

“ What song was that?”

“ I’m not sure. I made it up.”

David’s mouth popped open. “ You made that?”

“ Yah.”

David shook his head, as if in disbelief. “ Well, I’m going to go to the den, if you need me.”

“ Okay.”

I hated the one word sentences I kept feeding at David. But it was all I could give him.

I wiped my puddle of tears of the ivory keys. I shuffled up the stairs and finished the packing that I never completed yesterday night.

When I had finished I walked over to the window seat. It was dark. I could see no stars of the great white light casting from the moon.

I let my tears fall. I needed a good cry to get through with the rest of this week.

The melody of my piano song replayed itself in my head. It’s depressing tune made my tears fall faster.

I eventually made it to sleep, and the last image my brain saw, was the brilliant beauty of the boy Tyler.

 

 

 

 

The muted light of another cloudy day woke me, again. I lay my arm across my wet eyes. I had been crying all night.

I knew today was not going to be a good day. But I dressed in a black coat, with four large buttons making a square to the side. There was a tie that I tied around my waist. I put fishnets on underneath it, the jacket came to the middle of my calves. And I readied myself for school anyway.

I looked at myself in the mirror, making sure the collar of my jacket was smooth and never the less, perfect.

I descended down the stairs, to find a dark room. I found my way to the kitchen blindly.

David was sitting in his chair drinking coffee and looking at the newspaper in his suit. “ Morning dad.”

He looked up from his paper. “ Good morning.” he looked at me for a moment. I’m sure my eyes were still a bit red from my cry. But he didn’t say anything.

“ Well, I’m going to school, or I’m going to be late.”

“ It’s not good to be late on your second day.”

“ No, not really.”

David smiled and I walked out the door into a another dreadfully dreary morning.

I arrived at my locker, and there to greet me was Holly. I was beginning to feel a pattern in the making. I was just hoping it wouldn’t stick.

Holly walked me to my first hour, and was there after. We met up with Matthew and we all walked together to lunch.

I sat at the table I did at yesterday, everyone was still excited to see me. Soon their excitement would wear down.

Lunch was filled with chatter. I talked at the right times, and laughed when it was best to. They were nice and all, but I’d rather be alone.

Throughout lunch, I couldn’t help but stare at the three Morsins’ in the back of the cafeteria. They’re perfect looks intrigued me.

But they sat same as yesterday, doing nothing at all, not touching their food. I wondered how their weren’t hungry at school. They didn’t eat yesterday either.

Tyler didn’t look at me. A minor detail that disturbed me for unknown reasons.

Soon the lunch hour ended and I walked to my next hour.

I was sitting in math. Then left over tears from last night puddled into my eyes. I looked up, and tuned out the teacher, I’m sure he didn’t notice, I wasn’t the only one.

I listened to the teacher preach of the last of the lesson. Then thankfully the bell rang and everyone emptied of the room. Mr. Monica walked away too, I’m sure to refill his coffee out of the teacher’s lounge. He couldn’t survive without it.

Then the left over tears from last night trickled down my cheeks like a peaceful waterfall. And I corrupted.

I was crying, just like I had done last night. Then I heard a honey suckle sweet voice.

“ Are you okay?”

I looked up to see Tyler standing over me, his golden eyes filled with nothing but concern.

“ Yah.” I wiped at my eyes furiously, and grabbed my books in a hurry to get out.

But in my hasty rush, I tripped on my chair, and crashed to the floor, spilling my things everywhere.

My tears started to flow faster. This was the worst day of my life. I hardly ever tripped. And of all days my feet chose today to be careless.

Tyler bent down and gathered all my books.

“ Annabell, are you sure your okay?”

“ Yah. I’m just having a bad day. I have to go or I’m going to be late.” Tyler nodded his head. I dashed out of the room.

I wiped the remaining tears off my cheeks and I blushed heavily with pure embarrassment. I ran to my next class, not really sure if I was going to go in.

But when I arrived at the door, I sucked in air and walked in. I took my seat, and I wasn’t even late.

But while sitting in that class I wondered why Tyler had talked to me? Though, it was probably out of the kindness of his heart. If I had seen someone crying, I would try to be nice and asked if they were okay.

By the end of class I let it go, and grabbed my umbrella as I entered the afternoon gray skies.

David was there when I came home. He was in the home office working on some project.

I walked by the door then David hollered at me. “ Hey, Annabell. Come here.”

“ Huh?”

“ Do you remember our trip this weekend for La Push?”

I fumed.

“ Yah.”

“ Good. We’ll leave on Saturday, early too. La Push is far away, so we’ll need to head out so we can get there by late afternoon.”

“ Sure.”

David watched my face. “ While I’m at the meeting your going to be off on your own. You can visit the shops there and there’s First Beach. It’s really beautiful.”

“ What?”

He was going to take me to Washington because he didn’t want me to be alone while he was in a different state. But he would let me be alone in a place that I’ve never been too, and knew no one?

“ What?” I repeated with the same amount as steam.

“ You’re going to make me go even though I’ll still be alone?!”

David sighed. “ You could always stay outside the meeting office in the waiting room. But I knew you wouldn’t like that. It’s either that or off on your own.”

“ Fine.” I sighed in defeat.

David started whistling as he turned back to his work.

I trudged back into my bedroom and flopped my bag down. I was dreading this trip. I wish he was like mom, so he could just leave me here alone. But that would sort of defeat the purpose of me being here.

The whole week passed with nothing but the dread of Saturday arriving.

Holly and Matthew were great people, who I continued to sit with at lunch. Eventually my new girlness wore off and I no longer got weird awestruck glances from strangers. Thank goodness.

But I still everyday, every moment I could, glanced at the Morsin table. Their was something about them that kept inviting me in. Sure I was somewhat terrified of the two, but Tyler just kept creeping into my mind. And I almost didn’t want it to go away.

But I shook all that out as I pulled my umbrella out and stepped into the pouring down rain.

When I was halfway home, a strong wind hit, and grabbed my umbrella from my fingers. I was left alone in the rain, to soak.

I started to walk when I heard a sweet, sweet voice that I just couldn’t get enough of.

“ What happened to your umbrella.”

It didn’t sound like a question.

I turned to face him, his eyes were still that glowing honey color, and his face still looked sincere as it was earlier this week.

“ That’s not much of a question is it?”

He smiled a bit. “ Your voice matches your clothes.”

Of course, only he would note my bored voice, and my black trench coat outfit. It wasn’t my fault my voice was bored, it was a long day.

“ It’s been a long day.” I quoted my thoughts.

Tyler smiled. Then as soon as he smiled, he frowned. His chest seemed to stop moving, he seemed to stopped breathing.

“ I have to go, I’ll see you on Monday.” He said. He walked off. I didn’t want to watch him leave me on the street. It was unsettling. The whole exchange was odd.

I was completely soaked by the time I got to David’s. I could hear him in the kitchen unloading groceries. I’m sure that he would have been very grateful if I were to help him unload them, but my attitude toward David was a sour one, because I had to go to Washington with him very early tomorrow morning. And I was certainly not a morning person.

After my shower that night, I lay awake in my bed. I was thinking of home, wondering what my mom was doing, and what she was thinking about.

I heard a knock on my door, and David stood there, in a crummy old college t-shirt, and old sweat pants.

“ Annabell, you asleep yet?” He whispered.

I rolled over to face him. “ No.” I cringed a little. I kept shoving these awful one word responses to David, I really hated that.

“ Okay, I just wanted to talk to you about tomorrows agenda before you went to sleep.” He shifted his weight at the entrance to my room. But decided against entering and just stood there looking at my zitless face. People often told my mom that I was a plain beauty. I had perfect skin. With perfect straight shoulder length hair. But other than that I was plain. Brown dull eyes, and regular blonde hair. Only the brown underneath my hair made me some what unique.

David smiled a bit. I could only tell because of the soft moonlight entering my room.

“ I want you to be dressed and well fed by 6:30.”

Ugh. I wanted to groan. That was early then the time I had to wake up for school.

“ And then it’s off to La Push. We’ll be there for most part of the day. We’ll eat lunch before I meet up with Mr. Thomas, and then you can go off to the shops and down to the beach. I’m thinking that we’ll probably leave around 8pm.”

I wanted to groan again. We would be gone all day. And we probably wouldn’t get home till midnight or later.

“ Is that okay?”

I wondered for a moment why he would be asking for my permission, or my blessing. He was the authority in this situation, he would force me to go if he had to.

“ Sure dad, I’ll be ready at 6:31” I joked just a bit. Just to make myself not feel guilty for all the one word responses.

Surely enough David smiled. “ I’m good with 6:30 or 6:31 whatever kido.” He smiled one last time before he left for his bedroom on the west side of the house.

I rolled my head back to face the window. Tomorrow, La Push. Today, odd encounter with Tyler.

Tyler.

His face was a vague shadow in my mind as I slipped myself under neither the enduring sleep my brain needed. . .

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Sooooo much like Twilight, but I wanna know what happens. So, PLEASE continue!
i like it! Post more as soon as u can! I wanna see whats gonna happen in La Push!!! <3
wow, this is such a cute story! i really really like it so far, it reminds me of Twilight.
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* its not as long as the last one, im working on chapter 3 later this week, COMMENT please, I want to know what you think*

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The drive to La Push seemed endless. I gazed out the window seeing all the scenery I would see back in Astoria. Rain, endless, rain, and trees.
After countless hours of travel with my dad, he parked his car in a driveway at a house near the main parts of town.

He opened the car door, and I followed his lead and opened my door.
“ Annabell, there are a few shops just a block over there, “ he said pointing, “ and then First Beach is right through that pathway.” He pointed his finger now to the left. I could see the beach just through the break of some trees.
I watched my dad walk up the front steps to his clients house. But I didn’t watch him anymore. I took my feet in there pink flip flops and walked in the direction of the town.

Today was an unusual day. For me at the very least. It wasn’t unusual because I was in an unknown place for me, or because I was walking into shops that I cared nothing about. Or maybe it was because I was wearing color.
I usually dressed with my mood. My mother had bought me very “chic” trench coats that were dressy. Or cardigans of dark mystic grays.
Though today I wore a pink v-neck with white shorts, that meant nothing. It did not mean that I was in a pinky mood.

As I drifted from shop to shop, I kept in the back of my mind, Tyler. How he and his family had chosen to ignore the better part of town, how he looked so beautiful, yet no one talked to him. A girl like me coming from New York City, had seen a large range of people. Yet I never knew a boy like Tyler could be.
I imagined his marvelous skin, and his soft dark honey colored eyes. I closed my eyes and heard his voice in my head. From the first words that I heard him speak in math, and to his last words, to me.

I reopened my eyes, and realized that my options were out. I had walked into every tourist trap of a store and found nothing to entertain me for the rest of the day. I hadn’t even been here an hour.
So I walked out into the streets, and looked up at the gloomy sky.
I could see the beach head on. It was beautiful. Very earthy.

I walked and entered the sandy beach. I walked along the waves, holding my flip flops in my hands.
There were fallen trees, it seemed, or driftwood along the beach. Locals, and tourist were there, but not many. None really looked at me as I walked along side of the waves. They left me alone.

I was beginning to think of school, about Matthew and Holly, when I heard a loud group coming quite close to me. I looked up out of pure curiosity.
But when I looked up, I couldn’t look back down.

They were obviously locals, for they were native. They all were quite built, and tan. Each had a short hair cut. There were 4 men there walking together walked the opposite direction I was, going towards me. I stopped walking to just watch them. My mom and I sometimes used to people watch in New York, there was always plenty to see there.

As I watched them pass by, one of them looked up at me. His gaze looked at me as if I were the sun and he was a blind man seeing it for the very first time.
And at his gaze, I gazed right back at him. I stared at him feeling as if I were looking into a masterpiece that Da Vinci had just painted.

He stopped walking, and the 3 other guys he was with stopped walking too, just staring at him, stare at me.
“ Seth?” One of them called to him.
“ Seth!” Another one shouted, a bit annoyed.
“ SETH!” All three of the guys shouted at him.

There voices were just faintly in the distance. My ears could barley hear, I could barley think.
Eventually the three guys followed the boy named Seth’s gaze, and they all were staring at me now.
“ Crap.” One of the guys said.
“ Seth! Snap out of it!” another said.
“ That’s 5 of us now.” Muttered the third, he sounded like a leader, much older then the others. But I couldn’t tell what he looked like, for my gaze was still on the boy, the less built one.
“ Seth!” They called at him again.
“ What?” He said looking away from me.

I looked down, too, and started walking again.
“ Why did you have to imprint today of all days?” One of them said.
Imprint?
“ Common Seth, let’s go back to Emily’s.” Said the older one.
“ Uhm, Sam?” One of them said. “ Shouldn’t we. . .?”

I walked a little bit faster, not wanting to meet their gazes again. If I looked at the boy again, I wouldn’t be able to look away.
But as I walked on, all I heard that group talking about was that odd think called “imprinting.”

“ So, Annabell, how did you spend your day?” My dad asked as we flew past a sign that read “Welcome to Astoria.”
“ I went in a few shops, and walked along the beach.” I said, looking out the window, as we pasted the high school, and the grocery store.

“ Did you see anything you liked?” He asked.
I hesitated with my answer.
I saw someone I liked, but I knew that wasn’t what David had meant with his question.

“ Nah, not really.”
“ Oh.” Was all David said as we finally pulled into the driveway of our house.
It was very late. We had gotten home around midnight, just like I had thought we would. My brain was fried. I had awaken so early this morning.

I stumbled up the Victorian staircase and into my room. I didn’t even bother to brush my teeth, I changed into my pajamas and fell asleep almost immediately.
But just before I fell asleep, I treasured the scene of the young boy at First Beach, and snuggled with it just before I fell asleep.

It was just like this afternoon. I was walking along first beach, flip flops in hand. I felt the waves along my feet, and I still felt alone in my dream. Because I knew it was a dream. I could always tell if I was dreaming or not.
I heard a loud group approach me. I looked up to watch them pass me, just as I had down this afternoon. But instead of seeing the 4 beefy guys as I had just before. When I looked up I saw a giant sandy wolf gaze into my eyes. The wolf just looked at me, looked at me with a wolfy grin on his face. I could tell this giant wolf was mature, and his gaze was too intelligent, human almost, but I felt every nerve in my body screaming at me to run. I was afraid.

I woke up an hour before the sun even began thinking about rising up on the eastern horizon, with a bead of sweat dripping down my forehead. I wiped it away quickly. I propped myself up in my bed shifted the comforter out of my way. I gazed out the window breathing deeply. I couldn’t see the front yard of my dad’s house. I couldn’t see the clouds turn lighter, I could only see the wolf grin at me once again, and I couldn’t help but be deeply afraid.
To get rid of the fear my body processed something pleasant. And the first image my body registered up was the pale face of Tyler. I sighed, letting the air escape the capture of my lungs.

It was 5 in the morning. And I couldn’t dare go back to bed. For I still had a fear of that wolf. I shuddered slightly at the thought.
I figured David was still asleep, no sane person would be awake at an hour like this. As I entered the hallway, I heard David snoring like a grizzly bear, confirming my theory.

I walked down the stairs until at last I found the piano. The baby grand piano was perfect, but I never really thought at all why David would have one here. He didn’t play. And he didn’t even know that I played. And mom certainly never played.

I sat down at the bench, gliding my hands across the ivory keys lightly playing so I would not awaken David at such an hour like this.
It was the same song that I had played a week ago.
Why do I play this if the melody continues to make me so sad? I thought somberly.
I couldn’t not be sad. The melody and the bass line were so serene, so delicate, it was impossible not to be overwhelmed. But the most overwhelming feeling yet was the gaze of the boy at the beach. I stopped playing my fingers staled on the notes, A and D.

I looked out the small storm window that was on the wall near the piano. The soft light coming in was brighter than I would have expected. After one week of gray dull skies, the heavens finally decided to open up and let the sun have a peak.
I smiled in relief.

Some odd hours of just sitting and staring at the sun coming through, I heard foot steps from upstairs and a door close.
I sighed. Sunday morning, and I knew David expected me to get ready. He had planned on me going to his church, we talked about it earlier this week.

I got up from the bench, my butt and thighs a bit numb from sitting for such a long period of time.
I dressed in a black petticoat, with a large belt going around the waist. I fit my feet into some gray heels, and waited by the door for David to join me. I wasn’t hungry enough to eat, or willing enough to swallow the food.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
My alarm clock clattered as the numbers flashed 6:45am, it was Monday morning and time for another day at school.
Some would still consider me the new student. I however was more than grateful that people like Matthew and Holly no longer saw me that way. When I arrived at school they were waiting for me.
“ So Annabell, what did you do this weekend?” Holly asked as I grabbed my books.

“ Uhm, my dad and I went down to La Push on Saturday.” I said not looking at Holly.
“ La Push?” she asked.
“ Uh, Yah. My dad had to see a client there.”
“ Oh. Where is La Push?” Matthew asked this.
“ In Washington. In the Olympic Peninsula.”

Holly and Matthew stared at me. “ Wow, Washington, that far north?”
“ Yah.”
As we all walked to our first hour classes, Holly talked about how, over the weekend, her little sister had taken her mothers blonde hair dye, and had rubbed it in her hair. Matthew and her talked the whole day away between class periods as we walked together.
On the way to lunch Matthew asked me what I was doing this weekend on Friday. I saw the faint blush in his face, and I knew he thought of it as a date.

I smiled. I didn’t want to date him, no not really. So I added, “ As long as Holly is coming.”
Holly beamed at me, really adoring that I was leaping into the new found friendship with her. But really it was just a pattern. I knew sometime in the future Matthew would try again.

I sat with them and a few other classmates and ate my peanut butter and banana sandwich, and sipped on my lemonade quietly. I let them chat about there weekends, and talk about there day in the sun yesterday.

I had planned on checking the cafeteria’s clock for the time, when my eyes thoughts of a different target. My soft dull brown eyes, stared into Tyler’s. Damian and Olivia sat next to him, not touching there meals.

Olivia looked at me with her golden honey eyes, and then rolled her eyes. She whispered something with a quiver of her lips at Damian, and he chuckled. They both stared at Tyler. I looked away, embarrassed, thinking that they were talking about my stare.

Holly’s bright green eyes looked at me, puzzled. She saw me looking. But then she looked at the beauty of the three people sitting alone and blushed. She wasn’t puzzled anymore. People who were that beautiful had to be stared at.

I reached math and felt the presence of Tyler a few desks behind me. My body was hyper aware of his. I felt foolish, like a little girl. I had spent the better part of my weekend thinking about this boy, thinking of his face, of his words. I blushed at the memories of it all. It was stupid.
Our teacher jumped into the lesson, but when he added letters into the equations I let my mind wonder elsewhere. To First Beach.

The dull droning bell sound, rang throughout the school, signaling that math was over. I scribbled down the homework Mr. Long gave us and I left slowly gathering my things. Matthew came up to me and starting talking about the homework. Matthew and I related there, we didn’t like math at all. But I cut Matthew off in the middle of his sentence. “ Hey, Matt? Why don’t you go ahead and go to you next class? I have to do something and I don’t want you to be late.” I smiled falsely.
Matthew stopped and smiled back, flattered that I cared about him being late or not, but I did not.
When he left, I left, walking down the hall very slowly. I didn’t have to be anywhere, I lied, I just wanted to be alone. That happened to be a thing of mine.

I walked along the hall, gliding my fingers against the cold metal lockers. I thought momentarily about the boy at the beach again, wondering why he was in my mind all time. Since the moment I saw him, I couldn’t stop thinking about his gaze. I was paying attention, when I tripped on a rolling pencil. I would have fell to the ground probably ripping my high waist black skirt, or damaging the black tank underneath. But someone was walking in front of me, and happened to bump into me, catching my fall. I didn’t have to think twice about who it was.

“ Is it just me or are you a little clumsy?” Tyler said smiling.
I righted myself up, looking at him. Slightly annoyed with his humor.
“ I’m not a klutz. You just happen to catch me at all my bad moments.” I said irritated.
He smiled brightly. “ And am I supposed to believe that?”
“ You should.”

I walked one step around him, testing my balance, then I hurried off walking to class, making it two seconds after the bell rang.
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Is she ever going 2 c seth again???????? she has 2 he imprinted on her right?!??
Luv ihtsz.wen she qnna c seth again.awesome. ChaptEr
I love the story. Please continue :)
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Little Lonesome Annabell.
My mother used to call me that when I was younger. When her business first started taking off, when she first had to leave me at home. She would come home and I would be sitting on the fire escape to our uptown apartment.

My mother thought it was “cute” that I would sit there and think. She said that’s what great artist and creative people did, was sit and think. But what mom didn’t know was that I grew up only with myself. Myself as I friend, to play with and to make me laugh. I didn’t have much friends, because I didn’t need them. I preferred to alone.
Little Lonesome Annabell. That was me.

Weeks passed, I went to school, day by day. On the weekend David made plans for
“ family activities”, like going to the movies. I didn’t have much fun, but I put a small smile on my face to please David.

I walked now to school, on a day that wasn’t rainy at all. It hadn’t rained in awhile, so the brick sidewalk and the streets were dry, and slick free.
I kept my umbrella home today, the weather reporter said it was to be dry all this week and the next. I was only to eager to leave it on my nightstand, and walk off to school.

I entered the building, to find Matthew waiting for me. He looked at me solemnly. “ Holly got sick this last night. She said that she tried to get a hold of you to tell you, so I thought that I’d pass the news along.”
“ Oh,” I said, reaching for my American History book, “ that’s too bad.”
Matthew regained his animation as we walked to class together, and filled all the pass periods with his extensive chatter.

Lunch was boring, of course it was. I ate my tuna sandwich in peace, ignoring the snide comments of the smell of the tuna fish.
As a routine everyday, I checked the lunch room’s clock, only to have my eyes pulled down to Tyler and his small family.
The three of them looked in all different directions, not looking at anything in particular. They all had trays filled with food. But they lay untouched. The red shiny apple, sat unbitten, and the water bottle’s cap sat tightly screwed on, unopened.

I wondered why they chose not to eat, I knew the school lunch was unappetizing but you had to eat something. I was still looking, memorizing Tyler perfect skin, the way his lips were so perfectly shaped. He was a sculptors dream. “ Annabell, what are you staring at?” said Tiffany, one of the girls at the table.
“ Oh, uhm, nothing really.” I said, just as Tyler looked up and stared at me. His eyes filled with curiosity. But I looked down immediately embarrassed that he had caught my stare.
Lunch ended not a moment to soon, and I headed off to math, with Matthew faithfully by my side.

Mr. Long jumped into a lesson full of story problems, and I tried really hard to understand, I really did, but then I felt someone gazing at me, and I had to look.
Tyler, whose desk was right beside mine, was staring at me. He smiled.
“ What?” I mouthed.
“ Nothing.” He mouthed shaking his head, still smiling.
I looked deeply into his eyes. There was something different about them. Instead of swimming in pools of honey, I was staring into a bottomless pit of black.
I had thought his eyes were a sweet golden, not a coal black. I wasn’t usually that unobservant. The first thing I noticed about a person was there eyes. Like the boy on the beach. . .

“ I thought your eyes were gold?” I whispered to him.
He looked at me, puzzled, but I hinted something in those black eyes, was it fear, or anger? Perhaps neither, or both.
“ What are you talking about?” He whispered perfectly back.
I knew I wasn’t wrong, but it was a subject that didn’t really matter when you were talking to someone who was more angle them human.
“ I thought there was something different. . .about your e-eyes.” I stuttered, clearly embarrassed. Pinky rose color filled my cheeks, as Tyler just looked at me. But then he looked away, as if I hadn’t sad anything at all.

Class dismissed, and Tyler stood, and walked out so quickly that I had to rub my eyes, and look again, he was already gone.
I stood too, and Matthew walked with me as I entered my Chemistry class.
Before I could take my seat in the third row, Miss Taylor called me to her desk.
“ Annabell, dear, I’d like to talk to you for a moment.” She smiled genuinely.
“ Yes?”
“ It seems that you’ve been moved to advanced chemistry. Go to the office and they’ll tell you what you need to know.” She smiled and gave me a pass for the office.
It turns out the school counselors had put me in the wrong class from the start. From now on I would be in Mrs. Peterson’s Advanced class, just down the hall from Miss Taylor’s room.
As soon as I walked in the door I noticed immediately the two people in the back. Olivia and Damian. I sat just two rows ahead of them, and I could feel there stares throughout the class.

When class was dismissed Mrs. Peterson had me sign a sheet, for class transfer, so when I walked into the hall, Olivia and Damian were just in front of me. They were talking, the first I had ever heard them speak.
“. . .don’t know why Tyler is so obsessed with her anyway. She’s not that special. It’s kind of creeping me out.” said Damian. His voice sound like what you’d think Jesus would sound like.

“ Oh, but she is, Damian. At least to Tyler. They’ll end up together. . .I think.” Olivia whisper hesitated. Her voice was smooth and several octaves higher than Damian’s. “ But I can’t be 100% sure. There’s something that’s making the future shift.” Olivia said quietly.
“ Your not a very good psychic.” He tousled her hair with his free hand.
“ I’m not a psychic. I know things, Damian, you know that.”
They stopped, and I kept walked glancing at them as I turned the corner in the hallway. She kissed his cheek before he went into his class.

* * *

Like most weather predictions, it can be wrong. Just like the weather man for news channel KB3. The middle of the week, it was pouring down rain, and I had left my umbrella sit on my nightstand once again.
I walked home slouching, trying to repress the rain.
But I wasn’t even a quarter of the way there when I heard a car close by, and it stopped. I looked up to see.
Tyler was sitting in a BMW, and had the window rolled down. “ Would you like a ride?” He asked, his black eyes filled with concern.
I crawled into the warm cab, before anymore rain could touch me.
“ Thanks.” I said as he started the car again.
“ Anytime.” He flashed a smile at me.
I smiled back this time. It felt really nice to be with someone I spent 50% of my time thinking about. The other fifty percent were on First Beach in La Push. . .
“ What happened to your umbrella?” Tyler asked, almost repressing laughter.
“ I left it at home.” I sighed.
Tyler smiled again. I looked out the window, watching everything fly by. But I wasn’t really seeing. I was trying my best not to hyperventilate, because I was so close to Tyler.

“ You smell really good in the rain.” Tyler said. But he wasn’t smiling. His lips were pressed in a tight line, his black eyes looked half crazed.
“ Uh, thanks.” I muttered. Tyler’s humor returned after I said that. His body was rolling with laughter.
“ Your welcome!” He hollered between laughs, like I had told him the greatest joke of the century.
“ I didn’t think it was that funny.” I muttered more to myself, than to him. I wasn’t expecting him to hear it.
“ Your right, it isn’t funny at all.” His black eyes narrowed. He pulled his car into my driveway.
“ How did you. . .?” I trailed off. It seemed that Tyler could only do the impossible. I didn’t know that he could possibly know where I lived but sure enough, we were here.

He didn’t answer me, he just gave me a slight smile and said. “ I’ll see you tomorrow.” And he drove off.

I walked into the kitchen, where David sat with his glasses on and shuffled through some papers.
“ Your home early.” He said watching me pour some water.
“ Yeah I. . .” I was going to tell him that a friend gave me a ride, but then questions would rise and I didn’t want David knowing I was with a boy. And not just any boy.
“ I got out of school early.” I said eyeing the clock. I was fifteen minuets early. Wow.
“ Oh, okay. Well, if you have any homework, you’d better start working on it.”
“ Why?”
David took his glasses off and looked at me. “ We’re going out for dinner tonight.” He smiled.
I tried to smile back.
I walked upstairs and flopped down on my bed.
David was trying, he really was. He wanted me to spend time with a parent and not be Little Lonesome Annabell.
But his attempts were about to drive me crazy. I’d had enough outings with him. No more, please! I begged silently.

After dinner I sat down on my bed, with my laptop, sitting comfortably in my lap. I was wearing sweats with a faded pink tank top, and my hair was pulled into a ponytail.
My plan was to write my essay for my English class, but my brain had a different idea. I went onto Google images, and typed in ‘ La Push First Beach.’
The first few images were the beach at sunset, and there was another one that was the spot where I had seen, him. But the next images didn’t make sense to me.
There was a bright orange picture with a wolf howling at the moon, and in big bold letters it read
SAVE THE OLYMPIC WOLF
I scrolled down, and saw a few pictures of a shirtless Taylor Launter, then I saw a picture of a big black wolf, accompanied by a big red brown one, and a smaller gray one. They looked huge compared to the normal wolves I’d seen in movies, and at zoo’s.

I went to the next page, and there were links to Quileute tribe legends about something ridiculous called “ The Cold Ones.”
I went to the web search for ‘ Quileute.’ I clicked on the first thing.
It mentioned something about Ephraim Black, Levi Utley, and something about a treaty between The Cold Ones and the wolf people. I didn’t pay attention to specifics. There was other stuff about a third wife, and spirit warriors. Sounded like native garbage to me. Superstitions were for the crazy people.

I logged off the computer and decided to go to bed.

I was on First Beach, at sunset. I walked along, but instead of my pink v-neck shirt, I was wearing my sweats and faded pink tank top. The setting sun was beautiful. Just like it was in the picture on Google. I smiled to myself. Finally I was having a peaceful dream. I sighed, and ran along the waves, feeling the wet sand between my toes. I laughed and jumped and shouted as I ran along the beach. But soon the sun had set completely and it was dark. I was worried. Worried because I knew this dream was going to be like the dreams I have been having for the past few weeks.
And sure enough, I looked to my right and saw a HUGE sandy colored wolf emerging from the woods. But he was not alone. Behind him was a smaller gray wolf, and a red brown wolf, also a black one. They stayed hidden in the woods, but the sandy one kept coming closer and closer with that wolfy grin on his face. I walked backwards, not wanting him to get any closer. Something happened in the woods. There was no longer three wolves, but three people. 2 men, and one girl. She had a scowl on her face.
“ Seth!”
“ Seth!”
“ SETH!” they shouted at the wolf that was pursuing me.

I woke up with a jerk. I sat straight up in bed, breathing deeply. “ YOU STUPID WOLF!” I shouted into the empty room.
I covered mouth. David was sleeping still because it was only 4am.
He didn’t wake up, thank goodness.
I couldn’t go back to sleep, though, because once I did, the wolf was probably waiting for me. 3 more hours and school would start.
I felt a shiver down my spine. I felt the urge that going to school, wasn’t going to be a good idea.

But I got up anyway, and spent the rest of the early morning, dressed and ready to go, watching a few episodes of gLee.

When David finally woke up at 7:00, he looked at me sitting on the couch completely dressed for school.
“ Are you already ready for school this early?” He said, rubbing his eyes.
“ Yeah, I woke up early.” I said shrugging. I hesitated. I wanted desperately to ask David if I could stay home from school today, but since I didn’t have a full proof reason, I decided against it and kept my mouth shut.

Even though I had woken up hours earlier, I was on a rush to get to school because I was running a bit late. I hadn’t been watching the clock. It was raining lightly, but I had my umbrella out, not wanting my straight short hair to frizz.

The school lot was full. Cars were everywhere, in a rush to find a good parking spot, and several kids were walking, and some were riding bikes despite the weather.

Across the lot, I saw Tyler, Olivia, and Damian get out of the BMW. Olivia whipped her head to look at me, as soon as I entered the parking lot, putting my umbrella away. Her eyes looked like they were in pain. I looked down, walking by the huge sign that read “ Harrison High School.”
And just as I walked by, I heard a swaying sound. I looked up at the sign, and my eyes could only process that the sign was about to fall onto the parking lot, and I was standing in between the two.

I didn’t even have time to run away, or scream.
Love it:) is she going 2 see seth again?????? please write more sonn

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