This is just a short taster of my new story to see if anyone likes it. Enjoy…

I knew just by just glancing out of my window that it was destined to be a day of disaster. I am a creature of habit. To make it through the day I need to have a cup of strong coffee in the morning, I normally cry at least three times a week and I need to read for at least half an hour a day to retain my sanity. A sunny day is La Push is not normal. When faced with a blip in my day to day activities I am at a loss and normally, in my case, not having a plan leads to disaster.

It was too quiet, the calm before the storm. Surprisingly my Mum had dragged herself out of her bed and into work, the bottle of vodka I had hidden was untouched. Unsettled, I chewed on my burnt toast trying to decide what to do with myself, the counter creaked under my weight as I shuffled restlessly around.

First Beach was an option, but more likely than not it would be crowded with bodies and I would have to watch from afar as my idiot of a brother jumped off a cliff into the sea and my friend's fawned over his newly formed muscles. A hike was also a possibility but the stories of the huge wolfs that were supposed to be floating around made me shiver, mentally I cursed myself for listening to such stupid myths.

The sun beating through the window held me in its clutches and made me sigh with content. As much as I wanted to I knew I just couldn't sit around all day.

Sliding off the counter I padded towards the lounge hunting for a book to read. Running my fingers over the several spines I breathed in the heavenly scent of paper. Grabbing one at random I made my way towards the garden, a gruff laugh made me freeze.

"Kim actually said that? And here I thought she really was shy!"

Clutching my chosen book close to my chest I automatically frowned at the sound of the familiar voice. Suddenly I wished I had went to First Beach, sunny days hated me.

"Don't talk about her like that," another voice growled followed by a loud grunt.

Great. Just great! Just what I needed!

Sucking in a deep breath I kept my face neutral as I rounded the corner. I really wasn't in the mood for his sarcastic remarks and his obnoxious trademark smirk. The voices halted abruptly as I stepped into their line of sight.

"Ava?"

Did he not recognise his own sister? I saw his face fall as he realised the house was not empty after all.

"Paul," I spoke in a monotone still clutching the book to my chest, "Jared."

They exchanged a glance as reflexively my eyes scanned over my big brother. Even then I still mourned the loss of his long hair. I knew I shouldn't gossip about my own brother but how else could he get so big without steroids? His grey eyes burned into mine and I took involuntary step back. Both of them looked so out of place in the tiny hallway. Finally my eyes settled on the pile of cardboard boxes littered around their feet.

"I thought you might be at the beach or something." Paul's voice was light, a pathetic attempt at once again being my old big brother.

"You thought wrong," I scowled.

Jared shifted awkwardly from foot to foot as if he had a thousand other places he'd rather be. Paul shot a look towards the door before glancing once more back at me.

"Where's Mum?"

I resisted the urge to hit him. Since when did he care? The only time I ever saw him was if I needed the toilet at four in the morning and I happened to catch a glimpse of him just coming in. Swallowing my anger I pushed my book further against my chest.

"Oh Mum is just great," I dripped my voice with as much sarcasm as I could muster. Paul flinched while Jared glared at the floor. The sun coming through the door stung my eyes.

"Ava-" he began bit I flipped him off and turned my back on him before walking towards the garden.

I knew I was acting like a total bitch. Truthfully I wanted nothing more than to run and hug him, but I didn't know him. He had stopped being my great big brother when he stopped picking me up from school and asking how my day was. He stopped being my big brother when he screamed at me for the simplest things. I didn't like the new Paul, he wasn't my big brother. He was an ass.

Taking a deep breath I whirled around to face him one more time. His eyes were narrowed and his lips turned downwards in a frown. Ha! I guess he didn't recognise the new me either. I hoped he would blame himself for my bitterness.

"What do you want Paul? What are you doing here?" It was the first time I had set eyes on him in weeks. Jared kicked at one of the boxes with his foot and ran a tired hand through his hair, they both shared another look.

"I'm here to get some of my stuff," Paul let out a forced cough, "The councils giving us a place of our own to rent."

His words were a slap on the face. Blinking back tears I gazed hopelessly around the dreary living room. My eyes skirted over the half empty bottles of alcohol lying around and last weeks pizza boxes. Most importantly the pile of unpaid bills at the front door held my attention. I had known that the new Paul was an ass but I had never thought that he would actually leave me alone.

"You weren't even going to tell us that you were moving out?" My voice sounded weak and I hated him for it. For a minute his eyes flashed and I could almost see the old Paul again, it made my heart clench.

"I am now." His voice was surprisingly soft.

I would not break down in front of him. I would not break down in front of him!

"Have a nice life Paul."

With those parting words I dropped my book limply to the ground and grabbed my nearby sweater before barging by them and walking out of the front door.

"Ava!" Paul's voice sounded strained, "Ava!"

Ignoring his pleading voice I took longer strides wanting to get as far away from him as humanly possible.

Thoughts?

Should I continue?

Just so you know if I do continue Rachel will probably not feature in my story.