Chapter One

'C'mon Ruby! You'll love it, I know you will!' My mother shouted from the front door of our new house. She looked out at me, an excited grin on her face as she waved me in. I gazed blankly back at her, and then as if she wasn't bothered by my lack of enthusiasm, she scurried into the house, leaving the door open. I sat in the car, my arms folded and staring out at the small cottage that we now had to call 'home'. It was nothing compared to what we had back in California; back in California it was sunny. I craned my neck and looked up at the sky through the window. Grey. That was the dominant colour although dark black clouds were making their way closer towards the house. I sighed and glanced back at the house. Mum and Dad seemed to be exploring. I could hear Mum squeal in delight; she had probably found some old antique chair abandoned by its previous owners or some grubby old picture of a horse and its rider. She was an antique freak; Dad wasn't much better. But I seemed to be more interested in his hobby. Old cars. I often dreamed of the day that he was going to get me an Alfa Romeo SZ like he had promised, but I knew that was never going to happen. He made lots of promises, my Dad. He kept none of them, well except one. 'We'll move somewhere better than this, Rubes. Leave all this nonsense behind,' he said, when he found me in my room sulking because yet again, I had been cheated on by my boyfriend and used by my so-called friends. And I still wasn't sure whether or not that this place, which was named after a piece of cutlery, was going to be better than California.

After glancing up at the sky to see the engorged clouds looming dangerously overhead, I decided that maybe it was time to make a run for cover rather than having to brave getting soaked to the bone. I blinked suddenly as a raindrop hit the window I had been staring out of. Sneering, I grabbed my red hoody and messenger bag and quickly swung open the door of the car. Standing up, I looked the house up and down; to be honest, it didn't look too bad. I glanced left, then right; it was about fifty metres from the next house and we were surrounded by forest. Just what my mother had wanted, somewhere secluded and quiet. She was right about the secluded part, this place was practically dead. Slamming the car door behind me, I walked slowly up the paved walkway towards the house. The front door was open like Mum had left it; she was busy scuttling around in what looked like a kitchen. I stood in the doorway of the house and glanced around, the walls seemed to be plastered in the same dull, cream wallpaper throughout the house. Charming, I thought to myself, before taking one step into the house and shutting the door behind me. The smell reminded me of an old lady's home, with twenty cats creeping in the shadows. I do like cats, but the thought of living with twenty attention seeking felines would make anyone shudder.

I suddenly noticed my mother stop abruptly in the door of the kitchen. A broad grin erupted onto her face. 'Ruby!' she screeched, and came rushing towards me, her arms held out in front of her. 'Well? Well? What do you think?' she asked, bombarding me with questions. She instantly grabbed hold of my elbow before I could answer and steered me into the nearest room. 'Now,' she said, waving her hands around, as if she was showing off the room, 'This is the living room. I was thinking to go for a bit of red in here maybe, you know, brighten the place up a bit.' She glanced at me, expecting some sort of a reply.

'Hmm .. yeah .. sure, Mum,' I said, slowly backing away and hoping to make a run for the stairs before she could inform me of her other ideas. Mum is an interior designer in her own rights, but it's not her job. She's a perfectionist, everything has to look perfect. She's big on how she looks too; I've gotten used to having cold showers in the morning. 'Do you mind if I just go – '

'No! No, no! I have to show you the sun-room! It's the perfect little chill-out zone,' she said, dragging me through a pair of double doors and into a cold-looking, tiled extension. Maybe she was being literal when she called it the chill-out zone. Put it this way, it would have been warmer in the freezer. I think she saw me shudder from the cold, because she began going on about how adding furniture to the room would make it warmer. 'Oh, and of course, we could put a little heater in that corner there – it would look lovely!'

'I was actually thinking that me and Rubes could make this the games room,' Dad said, creeping up behind us and putting his arms around my shoulders and my mother's shoulders. I almost laughed; like Mum was going to let us have a games room, it would be too much fun for her. 'What do you say, Pearl? We could put our pool table in here, and a couch and a big TV to watch the games on.' I glanced up at Dad, my eyebrow raised. He was being extremely hopeful. He simply winked back and turned his attention to Mum who was looking rather perturbed by the idea.

'Well – um – we'll see,' Mum said, pondering a moment before turning on her pink high-heels and walking off through the living room. She was worse than a stroppy teenager. Even I'm not that bad … okay, well, maybe that's an understatement. I haven't been the worst I could have been, I mean, I don't do drugs and I only drink when I have to, it's not as if I come home wasted every night. I know far better than that; I just have to look at my brother. James was the typical 'this is my body, I can do whatever the hell I like' type person; and for all the crap he did, it didn't get him that far in life. He's still in California working in a sandwich bar in the city.

'So Rubes,' I jumped in surprise, forgetting that my Dad was still there. 'What do you think? It's maybe a bit far out for you, but there's plenty of kids your age who live near by,' he said, glancing down at me, sounding hopeful that I might actually bother to socialise. Making friends wasn't exactly my thing. Well, after being constantly used by every person you met, I think you might feel the same way too.

'I haven't really been able to have a look around, Dad. Mum's babbling in my ear about all her design ideas and stuff and I haven't even got to see my room,' I said, wondering if he would stop talking to me and let me go and do my own thing. Independence is a must for me, I hate relying on anyone for anything. Except my mother, she puts food on the table for me.

Dad chuckled, clearly he though that being cornered by Mum and forced to listen to her cackle on about stuff I didn't care about, was funny. 'Well,' he began, glancing over his shoulder, 'Now you're shot of her, I suggest you run up the stairs to your room and hibernate until she has come out of 'everything has to be perfect' mode,' he said, somehow, he makes everything sound so simple. I formed a feeble smile, decided it was a good idea and began to walk quickly out of the sun-room. 'And Rubes,' Dad called after me. I stopped sharply and turned around, knitting my eyebrows. 'My car keys are sitting on the table in the front porch, take them for a drive. You might get to know some people.'

I nodded, making an indecisive face. 'Yeah, sure,' I said with a shrug of my shoulders, 'Thanks, Dad.' I turned around again, leaving him standing in the middle of the room, alone, as I wandered through the empty living room and into the hallway. Mum was rustling about in the kitchen. I took a peek, to see her fumbling in a drawer and sighing exasperatedly. Quickly and unnoticeably, I crossed the hallway and ran up the stairs; I frowned as the stairs creaked under my weight. I glanced around; there were four doors. Presumably three bedrooms and a bathroom. I walked forward towards the closest door, pulled down the handle and pushed open the door – it was the bathroom. A bright, yellow bathroom with blue tiles. There was a shower, a bath, toilet, wash-hand basin and a small unit in the corner. I craned my neck around the door to get a closer look; it was nothing special but it was better than what I had imagined. Content with the fact that we had a clean and relatively new bathroom, I closed the door. I turned right, to face yet another door that was already ajar. After a loud screak, the door opened to reveal a large room which was obviously going to be my parents room.

After thoroughly deciding that I didn't want to be anywhere near the front of the house beside the road, I chose the room that overlooked the small garden and the dark forest. The room wasn't overly big, but it was a nice size; perfect for putting my double bed, desk, wardrobe and easel in. There was also the small burden of having to ask my Dad to put a shelf up for my books, but it would most probably never happen. I leaned against the wall of my room, staring out the window and into the forest. Green. Lots of green, even the very walls in which I was enclosed within, were green. It was a nice green though, quite similar to the colour of my eyes. I set my bag down on the wooden floor, and wandered about the room. It had only come to my attention as I walked towards the window that there was already a wardrobe in the room, a rather old, pine one. I was quizzing myself as to whether I had the nerve to open it. I suppose the adrenaline rush of the thought of a bloodied monster coming out and biting me on the nose made me want to open it. And I did. With my heart pumping, my breath coming heavy and fast, I pulled open the doors to reveal: nothing. My heart sank and I frowned; so much for a surprise.

Frustrated, I closed the doors of the wardrobe and proceeded in walking towards the window. The window was large, with a wide windowsill big enough for me to sit on and at that moment, I was glad it was there. I pulled myself up onto it and stared out the window. The garden was wild and overgrown although there were hints that someone had once gardened it; red roses lined the ricket fence that enclosed the perimeter. The rain battered down, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I had left a life that was almost perfect, bar the exception that I was always sulking, to come and live in a barren town with atrocious weather. I was to be finishing my last year of education in Forks High School; it was November so the year had already started. The part I wasn't exactly looking forward to was randomly walking into classes and having people whispering behind their hands and looking at me. The thought seemed very daunting. Bored with looking out at the miserable weather and not being able to do anything about it, I hopped down from the windowsill, grabbed my bag and walked out of the room, closing the door behind me.

As I jogged down the stairs, I could hear Mum and Dad talking in the kitchen. Or rather, my mother talking and my Dad nodding and agreeing with everything she said. I swiftly snatched up the keys to Dad's car from the small cabinet, and walked towards the kitchen door. My parents looked up at me as soon as I stopped in the doorway. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. 'Um – keys? – ' I waved my Dad's car keys in the air, he smiled and nodded in response. 'I thought I'd just take a drive around the town … see if I can find anything of interest,' I said, although that wasn't exactly the reason for me going – I just wanted to do something other than stare out a window.

Mum smiled sweetly at me, the one she smiles when she wants me to do something for her. 'Have fun, dear,' she said, expecting me to leave the room immediately. So I did. I waved goodbye and was about to walk towards the front door when she called after me. 'Ruby! Oh, Ruby, dear!' I could hear her heels clicking on the wooden floor as she ran to catch me before I walked out the door. I rolled my eyes, cursed quietly to myself and turned around, a fake smile on my face. 'Ruby, you wouldn't mind going to get a few things for me, would you?' I was about to reply when she cut me off. 'Good! There's a little supermarket down the road .. just about a mile from here,' she explained, holding a piece of paper in one of her hands and her purse in the other. I eyed the paper warily. 'Now. I've made you a little list of things to get – it's not much – oh, and here's some money.' This time she handed me the list and about a hundred dollars.

'Mum … I don't think I'll need this much,' I said, handing her back at least fifty. She obviously had enough money to throw around, because I certainly wouldn't trust anyone with a hundred dollars. That was when I almost dropped the list, but I caught it by one of the unfolded corners; that was when it started unravelling. 'You want me to get everything on this list?' I asked, staring back at her incredulously.

Mum nodded with an innocent smile. 'Well, we do need food, dear,' she said, handing me back the fifty dollars I had returned to her. I scowled, opened the door forcefully and began stalking down the path towards Dad's black Mercedes, the list and money in my hands. 'Do try and be quick, Ruby! We would like to have dinner before seven!' My mother shouted from the front door.

I growled, pulled open the door and sat down in front of the steering wheel before slamming the car door shut. 'Fuck you,' I swore, throwing the list and the hundred dollars onto the passenger seat. I was in the right mind to drive off with the car and the money and never come back. Fuming to myself, I put the keys in the ignition and turned the car on. Immediately some cheesy, pop song blasted out from the speakers. In the mood that I was in, I slammed my hand down on the power button causing silence once more. I stepped on the gas, not bothering to check for cars – not that I needed to anyway – and sped down the road. After driving at seventy miles per hour for ten minutes I found myself driving into a slightly more populated area, it still wasn't big though. Noticing speed the sign, I slowed down bringing the car to a crawling pace. I glanced around, there seemed to be quite a lot of people my age loitering about on the pavement. No that it mattered, it wasn't really one of my top priorities to make friends.

The supermarket looked strangely out of place when I drove into it's parking lot. The largeness and bulkiness of it's presence looked so peculiar in such a small town. Val's Supermarket seemed to be the gathering place for most of the town's residents. And I collected that by the emptiness of the parking lot, that most of them walked there. I carefully parked my Dad's car far away from any risks of getting driven into or getting a punctured tyre. I quickly glanced around and warily surveyed the large group of teenagers by the entrance of the supermarket. As soon as I had turned off the car, I grabbed the money, the list and my phone and stepped out of the car. After being careful to lock and unlock the car several times, I began to make my way across the parking lot, avoiding the looks I was getting from several of the people standing there.

Unfortunately for me, the trolley park was exactly where the large group of people my age where standing. So, bravely, I walked towards them. 'Excuse me,' I muttered, pushing past a rather tall guy. 'Sorry.' I murmured and quickly grabbed a trolley. Stupid enough as I was, I also had my phone in my hand, which unsuspectingly began to ring, making me jump and drop it in the process. 'Shit,' I hissed, ignoring the sniggers from behind me. I bent down and picked it up, cursing the person who was ringing me. With my face blood red, I pushed past the crowd of smirking teenagers with the trolley, the phone was still ringing in my hand. 'What?' I snarled down the phone, not caring who I was talking to.

'Aw Rubes, is the capital of cutlery really that bad?' the voice said, whose I immediately recognised as my brother, James. He thinks he's funny, but he's really not.

'It would be better if it would stop bloody raining!' I complained, as I pushed the trolley up the ramp and into the supermarket, holding the phone to my ear with my right hand. 'And … you called me at a very inappropriate time.' I subtly glanced back at the group, praying to God that they weren't in my year at Forks High.

James was silent for a moment before stating very seriously, 'What do you mean 'at a very inappropriate time'?' I furrowed my eyebrows, wondering what the hell he was talking about, so I remained quiet. 'I never took you for the 'wham, bam, thank you ma'am' type, Rubes. Who was he?'

'What the hell are you talking about, James?' I replied, the confusion clear in my voice. I stopped the trolley, pulled the list out of my back pocket before unfolding it and peering down at the list of food my mother wanted me to get. The majority of the list was filled with organic crap that I had never heard of.

James grunted in frustration. 'Who were you shaggin', Rubes?' he said more bluntly.

My eyes lit up – not at the thought of me shagging someone, might I add – I let out a tiny gasp. 'I was not shagging anyone! Do you honestly take me for the slutty type, James? Thanks a lot,' I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes at his stupidity and pushing the trolley down the first aisle. 'And anyway, how could I have changed my personality overnight? It's not as if I'm going to try and fit in or anything.'

'No, you wouldn't do anything like that, would you?' James said, a taunting tone in his voice. 'Remember those goths a couple of years ago, Rubes?' I sighed loudly – he was never going to forget about my run-in with that specific stereotype. 'You looked great with that black lipstick,' he said, chuckling in amusement.

I narrowed my eyes and exhaled quickly. 'I was sincerely hoping that you would forget about that,' I said coldly, grabbing a packet of wholemeal pasta and throwing it into the trolley. 'Why did you ring me anyway?' I asked, curiously. He only normally rang me when either he needed something or when he was on the run from the law.

'Oh .. no reason,' James replied, a little too innocently for my liking. I snorted, voicing that I clearly didn't believe him. 'What? Oh, come on! I just wanted to ring you and see how you were getting on,' he explained, and funnily enough, I believed him.

'Well, it's nothing special put it that way,' I said, pushing the trolley down yet another aisle. I stopped in front of a couple of shelves of chocolate biscuits before looking down at the list. I frowned, there was nothing of the chocolate variety on it! 'The town is pretty small, and everyone seems to gather around the supermarket – which is where I am now,' I said, snorting at the list, putting it back in my pocket and immediately snatching a packet of bourbon cremes off the shelf.

James laughed. 'Doesn't sound too exciting,' he said rather glumly. I had to agree with him, from what I had seen of Forks. It was just a gloomy little town near Seattle. 'Well, maybe you'll make some friends, you never know. Or find yourself a guy,' he said, I could almost see him winking down the phone at me.

'Well, from what I've seen of them – they are too arrogant and stuck-up for my liking,' I said, throwing about four tins of sweetcorn into the trolley. 'I haven't met all of them – I haven't even been to school yet – maybe I'll have some luck there. But to be honest, James. I'm not even sure if I want friends,' I said carelessly, wheeling the trolley around to the frozen food aisles.

'You are such a weird child – who doesn't want friends?'

'Urgh – me,' I replied bluntly, reaching into the freezer and lifting out two packets of frozen organic vegetables. 'You do remember what happened with my last 'friends'. Actually, don't even start me on them – I'd just get mad and break something,' I said, glaring into thin air before pushing the trolley forward violently.

'Well, at least you're away from them now. You can start anew,' James said, almost wisely. I raised my eyebrow, either he was on crack or someone had finally knocked some sense into him. 'And so dawns a stunned silence – honestly Rubes, you might think I'm stupid, but I'm really not,' he said, sighing frustratedly.

'Yeah, right,' I said, remembering the night he came stumbling into my room at one o'clock in the morning, drunk might I add, when we lived in California, claiming that he came home in the Batmobile. 'Well, I'd better go, James. I have to be back by seven,' I said, absent-mindedly glancing down at my watch which now read half six. 'I'll talk to you later, yeah?' He mumbled in agreement. 'Bye James, love you.'

James laughed, 'You must really miss me, Rubes. Bye.'

I rolled my eyes, hung up and returned my phone to my back pocket. I grabbed the list once more, hoping that there wasn't much left to get; boy was I wrong. I swear, that woman must have thought up every bloody food that every existed, just to annoy me. I growled to myself and quickly pushed the trolley down the aisle, grabbing what I needed before moving on. Eventually, I reached the last two foods on the list; butter and milk. I glanced down at my watch, it was almost seven o'clock. I had spent so much of my time trying to find the food in the shop, and as I didn't know where half of it was, I spent most of it wandering around aimlessly.

Soon enough, I found myself walking down a cool aisle where sure enough, I found both the foods I had been looking for. I studied the list; three pints of milk and one large packet of butter. I grabbed the butter first, throwing it ungracefully into the trolley. I left the trolley sitting at one side of the aisle whilst I jogged over – almost tripping over my feet – towards the milk on the other side. Deciding that it wasn't that far to walk, I grabbed all three pints of milk in my hands and began walking over to the other side. It was just my luck that I didn't realise that my lace was undone. I lost my footing, and tripped, causing one of the pints of milk to leap out of my grasp. My heart almost jumped out of my throat as I watched it tumble towards the ground. It made contact with the floor with a deafening smash. It didn't help that the supermarket was completely silent. I closed my eyes and wished the floor would just swallow me up. 'Aw fuck,' I muttered, opening my eyes to see the milk seeping all over the red tiled floor.

I carefully set the two undamaged pints of milk into the trolley and grabbed the packet of kitchen roll that I had set in there earlier. I quickly ripped open the packaging, got down on my knees and began to mop it up. I cursed and swore quietly to myself about my clumsiness and the smell of milk. Ever since I was little, the smell of milk had made me gag; I would never drink it and I haven't since I vomited after drinking it when I was five. I held my breath, and continued to wipe the milk up. Much to my dismay, the milk had ran across the whole width of the aisle. I groaned and ripped some more paper towels off the roll.

'Are you okay?' a voice said behind me. I gasped, and almost jumped out of my skin. I was scared, not only because of the sudden surprise, but because of the reaction this person might give over the mess I had made. I glanced over my shoulder to see a very tall guy, about my age, with russet coloured skin and dark black hair. 'Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you,' he said, looking slightly apologetic.

I stared at him, before inhaling deeply. 'That's okay,' I squeaked, and turned back to mopping up the now sour milk. I was surprised at how tall he was, it was almost abnormal. I'm sure he could easily be about six foot four, which is shocking compared to my seemingly normal five foot six.

'Here, I'll help you,' the very tall guy said, kneeling down beside me. I glanced sideways and looked at him strangely. Clearly he was nothing like the people I had walked past outside. He took the roll of kitchen paper and ripped a couple of sheets off – it took me a while before I realised what he was doing.

My mouth made an 'o' shape and I inhaled rather quickly, almost choking myself. I spluttered in a rather rude fashion. 'Oh, no … it's fine – really,' I said, recovering quickly. He didn't move and I looked over at him, giving him a peculiar look. 'Honestly .. it's fine.'

He shrugged loosely. 'I don't mind,' he said, as if brushing off any hints that he should get the fuck away. I continued to watch him with my eyebrow raised. 'You're new around here, aren't you?' he asked, looking sideways at me – I quickly tore my gaze away from him but nodded. 'I'm Embry, by the way. Embry Call,' he said, holding out his very large hand for me to shake.

I looked at his hand for a moment before glancing up to see him watching me strangely. The corners of my mouth twisted up into an awkward smile and I took his hand in my own. I think I must have gasped out loud because he quickly tore his hand away. His hand was so warm, and not 'I've just been for an intense workout' warm – it was abnormally hot. 'I – um – I'm Ruby,' I said quickly, making up for my mistake of gasping loudly. 'Ruby Ca – Ruby Taylor.' I could have slapped myself; I almost said his last name – not my own. I think he had realised what I was going to say, because out of the corner of my eye I saw him smirk to himself.

'Nice to meet you, Ruby Ca – Ruby Taylor,' Embry said mockingly. I blinked incredulously before staring wide eyed at the floor. Embry was increasingly reminding me of James, not that it was a good thing. 'Hey, you don't look old enough to be out of school yet. You going to Forks High?' he asked me, obviously trying to divert me from thinking about the 'joke' he had made.

I found myself reminding myself that I had told myself that I wasn't going to make friends. But it was hard not to talk to someone who seemed that they could make a conversation up with themselves. I continued to mop up the floor – which was nearly cleaned. 'Um – yeah, I am,' I said, in a tone that showed that I couldn't care less. 'I'm starting tomorrow actually.'

'Cool – Me and my friends Quil and Seth go there too,' Embry said, throwing a sodden kitchen towel into the pile of ones we had used. 'But Seth is two years younger,' he added, getting to his feet. Great, I thought I myself, I'm being forced to make friends now. I glanced up to see him holding out his hand for me. Nervous of my reaction, I took it and he pulled me up effortlessly.

'Thanks,' I said, brushing off my skinny jeans and glancing up gratefully. 'Oh, and thanks for helping me – you really didn't need to,' I said, pointing to the now clean floor before us. I smiled to myself before wandering over to the trolley.

Embry followed me and began to walk beside me. 'No problem, I was happy to help,' Embry said with a shrug of his shoulders. There was an awkward silence between us as we walked to the till. 'I forget what I came in here for … oh yeah – cake!' he said suddenly, making me jump in surprise. He seemed to do that to me quite frequently. 'Hey, it was nice meeting you, Ruby,' he said, patting me on the back and waving as he ran off down one of the aisles before I could say goodbye.

I furrowed my eyebrows and shook my head as if I had been dreaming the whole thing. I piled everything up on the conveyor belt and paid for all the groceries. It came to ninety four dollars and five cents – it was a good thing my Mum had given me that hundred dollars. After I had put everything in cardboard boxes, I put them back into the trolley and wheeled the trolley out of the supermarket. It was dark outside and I pushed the trolley quickly across the parking lot. There was a loud laugh from behind me and I glanced over my shoulder to see Embry running across the parking lot towards a red car. I shot my gaze towards the car and stared straight into the eyes of one of his friends. If I hadn't of tore my gaze away I would have crashed the trolley into my Dad's dearly beloved car. I glanced back, confused, but the red car was already speeding out of the parking lot and out of sight.

After unloading the trolley, I quickly returned it to the trolley park before rushing back to the car and getting in. I sighed, tired from my trek around the supermarket. I rubbed my eyes before putting the keys in the ignition and turning the engine on. The soft purr of the engine made me smile; I glanced at the clock on the dashboard – that smile faded. It was almost twenty past seven. I sighed and rolled my eyes and prepared myself for another one of my mother's speeches on how impossible I can be.

Hmmm .. What do you think? Should I continue it? Well, you see, I really, really wanted to do an imprint story and I had some ideas in my head so I decided to write them down and see how it went. It'll get better, it's only the beginning anyway - and it's far better than my other Twilight story which i am thinking of abandoning. Anyway, REVIEWS are very much appreciated, along with feedback on whether I should continue or not. So, PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW! Tori xo

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P.S You're gonna have to ignore Breaking Dawn altogether for this story to work OR pretend Jacob's sister Rachel doesn't exist (: