The Children of the Moon, also known as werewolves, are human beings that at night and the fullest phase of the moon transform into fearsome feral wolf-like creatures. Werewolves, unlike shape-shifter's, have the strength and power to kill a vampire single-handedly. Their strength coupled with their inability to control the shift into their wolf forms makes them extremely dangerous and resulted in many vampires fearing them. This fear lead to the Volturi nearly eradicating all werewolves from Europe and Asia. -Quote from the Twilight Wikia


The air hung like a wet blanket over Forks as I opened the car door and took a breath of fresh air. The clouds were a petulant grey and I realised it would probably begin raining soon. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, from what I had heard of Forks it was always either raining or about to rain.

The taxi driver coughed and I broke from my thoughts.

"Is this it? Miss?'

I turned and stared at the unassuming two story house in front of me. It was small and slightly shabby, the pale yellow paint was peeling and weeds carpeted the driveway. My eyes zeroed in on the letter on the postbox, 23.

"Um, yes, yes I think so." I murmured, half hoping I was wrong. I gave the man a forced smile and pulled my luggage from the trunk. The car rolled away the instant I closed the trunk and I didn't blame it. Who would want to stay in this soggy town?

Me apparently. I gave myself one moment to sigh and stare up at the sky, wondering how I had gotten myself into this situation before I gripped my bag and walked up the driveway.

"I get groceries on Thursdays so let me know if there's anything you want specifically, you will do your own laundry but I will cook dinner for you. No arguing about what I put on the table got it?"

I nodded quickly.

"Your bedroom is on the left upstairs and you have your own bathroom. Lights off after 10pm, no loud music and no boys,"

I blinked at her and then nodded again. The steely old woman gave me a reproachful look and continued.

"Orientation at your new school is at 8am tomorrow, I left a map on your bed and there's a bicycle at the side of the house that should work. If I can give you some advice though, I recommend getting a job and saving up for a car, it's a pain getting around this place at the best of times, nevermind cycling through a downpour." She added grimly.

I nodded, then hesitated.

"I don't know how to drive." I said delicately.

Miss Carrol shot me a suspicious look.

"Really? At your age? Kids these days are useless… Well I suppose you should work on getting a license," She muttered while leading me upstairs.

I felt a rush of relief that she didn't question my lack of driving skills too much. I didn't need more reasons for her to find me strange.

"Finally, here's your room," She was slightly out of breath from coming upstairs. "It's a little basic but it'll get the job done. Now go get settled in."

I nodded again, firmly this time.

She started to descend the stairs to return to her daytime tv show that I could hear, muffled through the floorboards.

I closed my bedroom door behind me and leaned against it, sliding down to sit on the floor. I was exhausted from travelling and the stress of meeting my new guardian. I was so relieved that she hadn't immediately found me too suspicious and barred me from her home. Logically I knew she wouldn't be legally allowed to do that by the Washington Child Services Association but I still had the irrational fear.

I took in my new home. There was a small bed beside the window, covered in deep blue sheets. A desk was shoved between the bed and the wardrobe. Both the desk and the wardrobe looked a bit rickety and old but there was a working table lamp placed on the desk and a mirror hanging from the wardrobe. There was another door in the room which led to a tiny cramped bathroom and the walls and doors were covered with hundreds of little holes left what could only be deduced as thumbtack marks from the rooms previous occupants.

I knew Ms Carroll had had previous foster children in my age group a long time ago from what my case worker had told me but also by the scent of old dust motes that hung in the air, despite it having been recently cleaned.

All in all the room was bigger than what I had back at home.

Home. The word still stung when I thought of it and I concentrated on my new home, pushing the painful memories into the back of my mind.

I had only a few things to unpack, I put away my bundle of clothes in the closet and placed my toiletries in the bathroom. I kicked my sneakers off and under the bed and hung my heavy coat on a hook next to the door.

My next items were harder to unpack. I ran by fingers over the blades tucked in sewn-in pockets of my bag. I lifted one in particular, a needle point knife that I never left the house without, and twirled it between my fingers, contemplating.

I sighed and put it back in my bag. New place, new me. New me didn't need to carry a knife wherever I went. The next thing in my bag was a couple of photos in an envelope and my heart tightened. I needed a fresh start, I reminded myself and kicked my bag under my bed.

I collapsed into my new bed, and looked out the window at my new view of my new town. My head was spinning on an overdose of new things and I closed my eyes, hoping tomorrow would bring me the peace I had craved for, for so long, too long.

The drumming of the rain on my window stirred me from my sleep and I jerked awake in a state of confusion and panic. I woke up to a strange room and tried to stand up quickly but I was tangled in my sheets causing me to fall onto the floor with a thump.

"Ow," I muttered, rubbing my throbbing head. The fall had knocked some sense into me. I stood up out of the pile of sheets I had brought with me to the ground and peered around my room, wondering if I would ever wake up without my body automatically jumping into high alert.

I rummaged through the pockets of my coat until my fingers found my phone. I flipped open the small rectangular device and checked the time. 6:30am.

I sat back down on my bed, sighing as the bed springs gave a sad wince. At least I had plenty of time to get ready for school. The thought of school sent a hum of nerves and excitement through my body. I had never gone to a highschool before.

I let the warm spray of my shower soothe the tense muscles in my back and I got dressed quickly. I was anxious to appear as normal as possible. Most of my clothes were black, which was normal back at home but was it strange here.

I dressed in blacks jeans and a gray hoodie, a depressing colour scheme for sure, but I would fit right in with the stormy clouds rolling outside. I contemplated going downstairs for breakfast but my stomach was too jittery. Before I left I looked in the mirror, still steamy from my shower.

The girl in the foggy reflection was a ghost. Her features were muddled and obscure, her hair a spill of silver ink, her skin a pale smudge.

I rubbed away the condensation with my sleeve. The shadowy figure in the mirror turned into me, but I still looked like a ghost.

My face was too small, or maybe my features were too big, no matter the case the dilemma remained the same. My eyes were round and seemed to take over most of my face, staring at me in the mirror like pools of churning sea-water. My nose, eyebrows and lips were delicate.

I tugged at my hair and groaned, it was my least favourite part about myself. It was so blonde it bordered on white. Every part of it, the thickness, the length, the silver highlights in the sun, screamed unnatural.

I experimented with it in the mirror, pulling it into a ponytail and then a plait and then just letting it spill over my back and my shoulders like a heavy curtain. It didn't matter what I wore, my hair made it impossible to blend in.

I gave up and pulled on my coat and hoisted my backpack onto my shoulders. Before I left my room a nagging feeling pulled me to a stop. I bit my lip and eyed my bag under my bed, my blades seemed to call me to take them.

I took a settling breath and left the house. This was a fresh start.

By the time I reached Forks Highschool I was late. On my first day. I cringed as a cycled furiously into the parking lot. I had gotten lost twice, it turns out reading a paper map in the pouring rain while riding a bicycle was as easy as I thought it was going to be.

I threw the bike into the bicycle racks and speed walked to the office, cursing under my breath all the way.

The receptionist looked at me in alarm as I stepped into the office building. I tried to smile at her but she looked even more horrified so my attempt at charm clearly fell short. She was a plump middle-aged woman with fluffy blonde hair and lipstick smudged on her front teeth.

"Hi, My name is Sabrina Anderson and I'm a new student here," I said quickly while I walked to the desk. While doing so I caught a glimpse of my reflection in a window and died on the inside. I quite literally looked like a drowned rat.

It took her a second to compose herself.

"Yes," She said slowly, eyeing a document on her desk. "Ms Carroll told us you would be coming today," She said Ms Carroll's name as if it tasted sour and I got the impression my new foster mother wasn't very popular in this town. That would definitely help my chances at a good first impression.

"One second I need to get my records in order before I can print you your class schedule,"

"Ok," I said meekly. "Thank you," I added.

The minutes moved sluggishly while we both tried to pretend that I wasn't dripping all over her floor. Her heavily ringed fingers made a loud clacking noise as she typed.

"I got lost." I said suddenly, trying to salvage any dignity I still had. "On the way here… this town really is not very compact." I laughed weakly.

She paused typing and gave me a glance of disdain.

"Ok," she said and went back to clacking

"Ok…." I trailed off, fidgeting with my coat zipper.

Finally the printer gave a mechanic groan and spit out two pieces of paper. She handed them to me and pointed.

"This one is a map of the school and this one is your class schedule, you're supposed to be in a class with Mr Robinson for Trigonometry."

I bit my tongue and cursed myself for being so late.

"Thank you," I said quickly, grabbing the papers and swiftly walking out of the warm building back into the rain.

"Good luck on your first day Sabrina." She called after me half-heartedly. I gritted my teeth and kept walking.

Mr Robinson looked surprised when the door opened 30 minutes into his class, and even more surprised as he took in my appearance. He swallowed and then looked distractedly back at his class.

"Everyone, a new student is joining us today, Sabrina Anderson; I hope you make her feel welcome,"

The class looked shocked to see me, I guess a new student in a small town like this was rare, especially one that looked like me and arrived in the middle of the year.

"Sabrina, you can take the seat in the back of class, we are working on slopes today."

Mr Robinson's class for Trigonometry was doomed from the start. My education would not be considered first class, I knew how to read, write and some basic math but that was all that was deemed necessary by my family.

The various triangles and graphs scattered on the whiteboard looked like hieroglyphics to me. I copied them down dutifully, all the while my stomach was tying itself into anxious knots. This was going to be way harder than I thought it would.

By the time the class ended my brain was a mushy soup on numbers and words. I shoved my notebook into my bag and pulled out the now crumpled map and timetable. I had english next, on the other side of the campus. English couldn't be too hard, could it.

As I left the classroom my surrounding audience was awash with whispers. The halls weren't much better, the double takes and stares made me pull my hood over my hair self consciously.

News travels fast I guess because by the time I got to english the room already seemed buzzing with gossip and voices hushed when I entered. I arrived before the teacher so I just sat in the back of class, hoping that was the right thing to do.

I watched as a boy with short curly hair and warm brown skin who I was sitting behind broke away from his low conversation with his desk partner and turned around to look at me.

"Hey! I heard we had a new student and I'm guessing that's you? I'm Trevor by the way,"

I nodded, then realised he probably wanted a spoken answer.

"Um, yes. I'm Sabrina,"

"Well nice to meet you Sabrina, how are you finding the school so far?"

Another question needed another answer.

"It's uh-" I grasped for a good description. "Big." I mumbled.

Trevor cocked his eyebrow at me and laughed.

"You think so? I always thought this school is tiny compared to most schools, there's barely 300 people in the highschool,"

My cheeks reddened, this school seemed big to me.

"If this place is big I would love to see your old school,"

"I was homeschooled."

"Wow! I've never met someone homeschooled before, so why did your parents decide to move here and put you into a regular school." His expression was so much more curious than it had been and the classroom's conversational hum had dimmed. I tried to ignore everyone eavesdropping as I answered.

"I'm staying in a foster home for now, with Miss Carroll," I admitted reluctantly, I was hoping to keep my living situation to myself for a bit.

"Oh…." He trailed off, seeming at a loss for words. An awkward beat passed . "That's cool, that's cool, there's other foster kids in town actually, the Cullens."

"Oh I didn't know that," I felt a little bit relieved that it wasn't that strange in this town, I was trying to keep the strangeness at a minimum if possible.

A teacher walked in, a spindly looking woman with glasses and set her books down at her desk. Trevor rolled his eyes, looking annoyed that he wouldn't get to ask me more questions.

"Ok well I hope you like living here Sabrina, I can show you around sometime if you want."

"That would be fun," I said enthusiastically, at least I hadn't freaked him out too much yet. He gave me a toothy grin and a thumbs up.

"One more thing, we aren't allowed to have our hoods up in class, just saying so you don't get in trouble," He whispered as the teacher started setting up for class.

"Thanks," I whispered back, groaning internally. I tugged down my hood and I wanted to wince as I saw his expression change.

"Woah, your hair…" He whispered, stuttering in surprise.

"Is that natural?" I nodded. "Wow, well it looks so… Unusual..." he swallowed.

"Weird? " I whispered dejectedly.

He blushed and shook his head furiously.

"Unusual in a good way, interesting I mean," He managed to get out. "Like you're an elf or pixie or something, in a good way." He added hastily before turning around and focusing on the lesson.

I tangled my fingers in my roots, hanging my head.

I grew semi-used to the staring during the next few classes, and some more people introduced themselves to me. Everyone seemed excited yet surprised to have a new student in their midst. Our conversations were brief and awkward, nobody could help their eyes drifting to my hair while I was talking.

I shared a couple of classes with a random girl who insisted on eating lunch with me. She wore a collection of chunky rings on her fingers and had highlighted hair swept into a bun. It looked like she appreciated the attention she got from passerbys while she walked me to the cafeteria. Her lips curved into a self satisfied smile in response to her friends' reactions as we sat down at a table with them.

I gazed around the large hall in amazement, there were so many people, way more than the 300 people Trevor claimed went to this school.

"Hey everyone, this is Sabrina Anderson, Sabrina this is everyone,"

I smiled nervously at everyone as they started calling out their names.

"Hi again Sabrina," Trevor poked his head out from behind someone's shoulder and flashed me a grin. Relief softened my forced smile, at least I knew someone.

"Hey Trevor,"

"How's Forks Highschool treating you so far,"

"It's good-" I looked around the room quickly. "There's so many people here, I thought you said there wasn't this many,"

He had bitten into an apple and his mouth full when he spoke.

"Oh yeah, it's because I few years back a small private college was established here, it's nothing too fancy and only a couple hundred attend it so to cut costs, the highschool students and the college kids share the cafeteria and the parking lot,"

"That makes sense I guess," I mumbled before I noticed the sensation of someone staring at me.

The girl who brought me to the table leaned towards me conspiringly and grabbed a lock of my hair.

"Wow your hair is just as soft as it looks, you have got to tell me the secret to bleaching it this light with no damage," She said dreamily, twirling my hair around her finger.

'Oh, well I didn't dye it actually, it's just the way I was born." I said edgily, backing away slowly from the girl. Her expertly plucked eyebrows arched and she let out a breathy gasp.

"No way, there's no way," She said dramatically, pulling my hair closer to her and inspecting it fervently. "This is the way it comes out of your scalp? No purple shampoo or anything?" Her voice rose steadily.

"Yes? No?" I said hesitantly, trying to subtly pull my hair from her grasp.

"Come on Sheila, leave the poor girl alone," Trevor chuckled, kicking her chair in a good-natured way.

Sheila dropped my hair and scowled at Trevor.

"Trust you to butt in when I was about to unlock the secrets of perfect hair."

Trevor turned to me and smiled.

"Sorry about her, I think her nicotine addiction and overuse of hairspray is starting to rot her brain," I fought back a giggle as Sheila's scowl turned murderous.

"I can hear you, you know that right Trevy." She grumbled.

"That's good news Sheils, your brain hasn't decayed enough to the point where you can't hear anymore," He whispered with a cheeky smile.

"Watch yourself or I won't give you a ride home smartass," She threatened although she was starting to smile too.

I was puzzling over their relationship as they bickered when the cafeteria door opened and they walked in.