A/N Hey guys, this is my first fan-fiction, so please be nice. It is a Paul/OC imprint story because there are definitely not enough of them... I had originally had another name for my main OC, but a review said that it may be a little confusing as it was the name of a pre-existing character.. Enjoy and please R&R.. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own any twilight or any of the characters created by Stephanie Meyer. I do own Nora or any other OC's in the story...

I took one last drag from my cigarette before throwing the butt out of the car window. I released the smoke from my throat before adjusting the air-con to re-circulate the thick clouds hovering overhead. It was only early morning and already the day was revealing to be hot and stuffy, despite what the weather guy on the radio said. I pushed my sunglasses onto the top of my head before lighting my last tailor-made cigarette.

I was travelling fast down the highway that connected Port Angeles to the La Push reservation. I'd been travelling since 3 am and relied solely on twenty cancer-causing sticks to get me through. I would be needing more soon which reminded me of the almost empty petrol tank. I travelled about five more miles before stopping at a gas station. I filled it with $10 dollars worth and decided with the other ten, I'd buy some desperately needed smokes. I walked into the shop before pulling out my fake I.D.

The man behind the counter would have had to have been in his late 70's which made me question what he would do in the case of a robbery. I handed him my last bill before asking for some tailor-mades.

"How old are you?" His strong, rich accent startled me.

I flashed him my I.D, "I'm nineteen."

"Hmm," he didn't seem convinced, but handed over the cigarettes anyway.

I thanked him and hastily walked back out under the hot sun.

Half an hour later and down half a packet, I pulled onto the side of the road and reached into the glove box. Yes, I was a passive smoker at the age of sixteen and a half. I had my parents to thank for that. I pulled out a small ball of paper and un-scrunched it. I remember receiving this stupid piece of paper in a birthday card sent by my cousin a few weeks ago. Emily, that was her name and her fiancé Sam lived in La Push which was where I was reluctantly headed. I wouldn't have decided to make the trip if it wasn't necessary to my survival. I mean, yes I was nearly seventeen, smoked and occasionally drank, but I had no clue on anything. I couldn't cook and I'd dropped out of high school at the age of 13 so getting a good paying job was out of the question.

I re-memorised the address neatly written on the creased paper and threw it on the floor of the car. I pulled back out onto the road before heading in the direction of Emily's house.

When I was eight years old, my mother died. It was your typical Cinderella story. My dad remarried to Charlotte, a witch of a thing that I assumed had ten other kids to all different fathers. I didn't like her, not one little bit. When I was nine, my father had enough. He left with no warning, he left me with her. The devil in disguise.

I was pulled out of school at thirteen to help care for Charlotte's and her man of the week's kid. I felt sorry for little Henry, being related to them. After Henry passed at the age of one from poisoning, things turned bad. Every other day it was my fault that he was gone and Charlotte would bring out the cane or whatever weapon that made her feel superior to a fourteen year old. Emily's mother, who was my mother's sister offered to take me in both when my mum died and when my dad left, but Charlotte wouldn't have it.

My family and I had originally lived in La Push with my mother being half Quileute and my dad from Seattle. We moved away when she died and I lost all contact with my family. I mean, they knew where we went, but they just didn't care.

My interior was rough, that was for certain. I hated anyone who did me wrong, even for the simplest of things. My exterior wasn't that much better either. My skin was pale, red and far from being soft. My brown curls had been taken from me by a raging Charlotte and now resembled a boy cut with a bit of a side fringe. My once chocolate eyes were now mud and had long-lost their shine. To match my boyish hair was my unfeminine figure. I was straight up and down with the only roundness being my slightly swollen eye, courtesy of Charlotte's new boyfriend.

My wardrobe solely consisted of hand-me-downs or things from the local op-shop. I resorted to longer clothing, jeans, long sleeves and jumpers. I didn't anyone gawking at my obvious scars that ran down my arms and up around my collarbone. Scarf's were also a consistent part of my attire.

I had no education and nothing, including my looks, going for me. All I could do now was hope that Emily would be able to help and not be disappointed in me or embarrassed at the sight of me. If I were her though, I'd already be running for the hills.

After eventually finding the house, I put the car in park and got out. The cottage-style house was quite beautiful. It was surrounded by the forest and vines had crept up the railings around the wide veranda. Pot-plants were scattered all over and a porch swing sat on the left side of the platform.

I slowly walked up to the house, beginning to feel small droplets of rain on the back of my neck. I knocked on the shabby style door and turned around to face my car. It was raining heavily now and I knew my little car would not be able to withstand it. It leaked like a colander that thing did.

I lit up another cigarette as I waited. I'd taken one puff before I heard a voice yell 'coming' and footsteps approaching the door. The door swung open to show a man, or was he a giant? He was huge; his head was about half a foot from skimming the door frame and muscles bulged against his form-fitting shirt. His face held an ounce of anger but seemed nice enough. I figured that this character must have been Sam.

"Hi, can I help you?" he asked warily.

"Ah, yeah, I'm here to see Emily," I hid the cigarette behind my back, but the way his nosed scrunched, he could probably smell it.

"She isn't here right now," Sam said shortly.

"Oh, do you know when she'll be back?"

"No," he clearly lied, "I can give her a message if you want."

"I'd rather wait," I took it upon my self to go sit in the porch swing.

"I just said that I don't know when she'll be back," he lied again, starting to get angry.

"Doesn't matter, I have all day," I said smugly, exaggerating the 'all' on purpose.

He almost growled before going back inside and slamming the door.

I'd been waiting one hour out in the cold before I saw a small blue car pull into a car port at the side of the house. A woman, I'm assuming Emily, got out and jogged onto the veranda for cover; she held a green shopping bag that had a mouth-watering smell coming from it.

"Ah, hello, who are you?" She asked, a hint of fear resonated in her voice.

I looked up at my cousin, startled at her face. Three long scars ran from the corner of her left eye and down her face and neck. They looked pale under the make-up she wore and her black hair sat in two plaits.

Just as she said that, the front door opened and Sam emerged. He took the bag from her and stood protectively beside her.

"Sam, who is this?" she looked up at him, their size difference comical.

"I don't know, she was asking for you," Sam replied with a sour look on his face.

"I am still sitting here, if you haven't realised," I stated.

They both turned to me with strange impressions. Sam shook his head and stepped forwards in front of Emily.

"Look, whoever you are, we don't want you here, so take your cigarettes and leave," he said sternly.

Emily slapped his arm and whispered his name angrily.

I bit my bottom lip and shook my head. "Whatever," I raised my eyebrows smugly, still shaking my head.

I didn't hesitate as I walked out from the cover and into the downpour. My cigarette went out but I didn't care, I just wanted to get out of this hell-hole.

I was just about to open the car door when I heard a sharp intake of breath. A few footsteps followed.

"Nora?"

I swallowed and turned to the voice that called my name.

Okay people, that is chapter one done. I hope you guys liked it and if you did, please review. If you have any criticism, please share, but anything rude or out of line will be deleted and reported... If I get enough positive reviewers, I will continue updating probably every week (or every fortnight depending) on Saturday or on Sunday... xx

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