Walking out of the dingy school building, and seeing the Cullens apart from Edward speed off with their shiny Volvo, I headed for Sauron. The sky still had its bluish overture, right on cue for when I walked out the school. The splats of rain landing on my medium length brown hair signalled my action to put my hood up, having only my pale face in sight.

I turned on the radio, after getting in Sauron, with The Used coming on, All That I've Got. I stayed in that spot for a moment, sat in the truck, thinking of Edward. He was gorgeous, but why did he act that way with me? Was he repulsed by my looks, my scent? I smelt like strawberries. Damn this all to Hell! I hummed slightly to the song and got ready to head for the grocery store yet should have left sooner; Mike knocked on my window, scaring the shit out of me. I rolled it down slightly, the cold air entering my lukewarm truck.

"Hey Esto, I was thinking, do you want to come on a trip with me, Jessica, Angela, Tyler, Eric and a few others?" He sounded like he was doing this gingerly.

"Where?" I asked, getting ready to reject him nicely.

"La Push. It's got a nice beach and the day when it is, which is two weeks from now on Friday will be sunny," I could tell he really wanted me to come.

"Sure, Mike," His face shot up with delight.

"Cool, erm we'll talk more about it tomorrow?"

"Yep," I rolled the window back up, seeing him walk away with a smile on his face.

Turning on the demonic sounding engine, I headed for the grocery store, which I knew where it was because I drove past it on my way to school.

Panic! At The Disco were on now, Lying is the Most Fun. I sung along to it quietly as I rode into the car park of the large enough store.

It was raining quite heavily now, so I ran in, nearly tripping several times.

Buying some fish, meat, bread, milk, butter, noodles, snacks and some drinks I headed back out with six bags in my hands.

When I got home Charlie wasn't there, he must be working over time. I immediately put the fish (salmon) on the chopping bored and inserted herbs and spices into the slits I made into it. I then put three (two for Charlie) jacket potatoes in the oven and finally put some peas on the hob.

As I simmered the peas and watched the salmon cook slowly out of boredom I saw it was sunset outside, the rain making it look like a blue sea of tint.

My phone rang, it was Mom again.

"Hey, Esto!" She greeted, sounding elated that I answered.

"Hey, Mom," My voice wasn't as enthusiastic as hers but still.

"How was your first day?" It sounded like she was cooking too as I could hear boiling.

"Erm, well they were all very welcoming," I said this whilst stirring the peas and seeing they were done, drained them into a sieve to cool.

"Uh oh, tell me all about it."

I sat down on the two seat table, which was cluttered with the waiting to be done laundry.

"It doesn't even matter," I responded.

"Yes it does, honey," Her voice was sympathetic.

"I have things to do."

"OK, I love you."

"Love you too," I went over to put the peas on our plates and take the salmon and spuds out of the oven, squeezing lemon juice over the fish and buttering the potatoes. I placed these on a plate and heard Charlie's cruiser pulling up the drive, next to my truck.

"Oh, what's that smell?" He asked, delighted. He put his gun on the side and took out all the bullets, still thinking that I would shoot myself by accident. By accident? No.

"I made us dinner," I responded, coming into the hall where he looked happy to eat a good meal for a change, and also grateful.

"Oh, Esto you shouldn't have," He ran upstairs to change.

I shouted up, "I have to, Dad, one of us has to do the cooking around here," I chuckled at that and put the plates on the table, me sitting down, awaiting Charlie to return. He arrived at the table, digging in, cueing my moment to as well.

He caressed the air around his mouth, insinuating the food was good, "This is brilliant, Esto. When did you learn to cook like this?"

I smiled meekly, "I've always been a natural cook."

"Like your mother," He dug back in. Charlie had never gotten over my mother much after she left Forks when I was a baby. The constant reminder he hadn't made me uncomfortable.

I hummed and dug in.

Once again he agreed to clean up, "How was your first day," He asked, looking up, chewing some food.

"Good," I was such a bad liar, and Charlie knew this too but didn't want to make me ill at ease.

"Did you make any friends?"

"Yes," Please stop talking about this.

"Oh, yeah, who?"

"Some kid called Mike Newton?" I said this as a question because I wanted to change the subject.

"He's a good kid, his parents are nice people."

I smiled weakly, forcefully and put my plate in the sink, saying I was going to do some homework.

Running into my room I noticed the window was open. I didn't leave it open when I left. Maybe Charlie thought some air would be nice. I shut it, as it was chillier than a church bell in winter.

I put my headphones in, attaching them to my iPod and listened to Johann Sebastian Bach's Brandenburg Concerto No. 6: Allegro.

The music was beautifully soothing, helping me concentrate on my math homework, which I sucked at anyway. Listening to all the highs and lows seemed to represent my life, like a roller coaster, full of highs yet wreathed in lows. I was on a big drop now. I completed the work and saw it was only 8:00pm, it was dark outside. Hearing the wind blow outside and the rain pelt the roof of the house made me anxious for the weather for tomorrow.

Seeing I wasn't tired I hopped into the shower, dried off and put on my everyday-or night-top which I always slept in. I turned on my laptop and thought to browse the web. Google is as usual a saint, being there for me when no one else is. I searched up Phoenix and longed to be in the heat, the warmth...

What the? I was interrupted by a banging noise downstairs, sounding like Charlie was in trouble. I threw my laptop to the bottom of my bed and ran out to the top of the stairs. There, Charlie lay dead with blood oozing from his neck. Over him loomed a man with bronze hair. The man looked up to me, revealing the face of Edward Cullen. I screamed in horror as he came towards me, to kill me next, revealing a gleaming set of fangs.

"Esto, you're dreaming, wake up..." I heard beside me, my eyes still shut. I couldn't really hear that well so it was obviously my father. My eyes opened and no one was there, I was sure however I felt a cold touch graze my face softly.

I must have fallen asleep, but someone turned off my laptop and tucked me in nicely. That wouldn't have been Charlie, would it?

I looked around; sweat dripping down my forehead even though the window was open-WAIT? The window was open again? Is this for real? Oh dear, please don't say the house is haunted now.

I got up; thinking the dream and the touch was nothing, and the window, before shutting it. I got into some normal dark blue jeans and a black top, revealing my muscles in my arms, even though I had none. My hair was knotty, so I just combed it. I didn't care what anyone thought how I looked...except Edward...No, he was a fiend and didn't like me, and I didn't like him. That must be why I had the dream, because my brain didn't like him and was showing him in a bad way, of course.

I went downstairs and prepared some cereal. Wolfing it down I saw the time was 7:30am. I didn't want to wait in this haunted house any longer and got in my truck. Outside it was sunny for once. Not sunny as in warm but the street was dry, no rain. It was cold though, no clouds=no heat. You can't win here, official.

Getting into the Lord of Mordor I turned the fuzzy radio on, listening to Mayday Parade. I loved this band, their vocals and guitar chords are pleasing to the ear. I drove down the main street, trying not to crash seeing as though clumsy is my middle name.

My hair was straight, even though I hadn't straightened it, sometimes it did this. The front went down to my jaw and my fringe dodged both eye, resting on the puff of my eyebrow. The red in it would be visible today, yet it was only slightly red, more crimson, like blood.

My eyes looked tired, their green iris marred by a black ring.

I drove into the parking lot, seeing the wannabe LA girls of the school sunbathing on the grass lot before the lessons started. I did stay outside, trying to absorb as much heat as possible, but before I did this I searched for the Cullen's car, the Volvo, but no such car was visible.

I planned to confront him, demand to know what Edward's problem was, but he never showed.

I sat next to Angela and Jessica, me playing with an apple that Angela didn't want. Jessica was sunbathing on the grass, whilst Angela just sat down like me, absorbed in her own thoughts. Jess as always was chatting on about Mike who was playing soccer with Tyler and some other guys. I saw Lauren there cheering the boys on, I gave her a scowl behind her back, bitch.

"Hey do you guys know where the Cullens are?" Trying to birth a conversation, I had to ask.

Angela turned to me, smiling, whilst Jess answered, still sunbathing, her eyes closed. "The Cullens never come to school when the sun is out."

"Why?" I asked.

"Dr. Cullen and Mrs. Cullen take them all out on, like, hiking and camping trips in the mountains. I tried that out on my parents, not even close," I chuckled a bit, yet hoped inside that the sun would stop. The bell went, and Jess went to her Gym class whilst I and Angela headed for biology where Mike joined us on the casual stroll.

The latter kept smiling at me while talking to Angela as I just took in the sun's secluded rays and looked at the whole student body leave the outdoors and head inside, indicating the sun hardly ever was out here. At least the Cullens would be, so that I could confront Edward.

In biology I sat alone, where Edward would usually sit was empty. I listened that day, learning about onion root tip cells but I really wanted Edward here. It wasn't so I could be around him, it was so I could see what his problem was, believe it.

The day went perilously slow, lunch was the worst. I got chilling glares off Lauren whilst Mike and Eric and sometimes Tyler tried to talk to me, where I just responded with small talk yet tried to sound nice.

School ended and I walked over to where Sauron was, getting in. Now the sun had retreated into the clouds, the white fluffy walls keeping the heat in yet warning us of another six million days of frost.

I drove home eventually, and did some homework.