This is my first ever Fan fiction, I really hope you guys like it and please review and tell me what I can improve on. Thank you for reading this story

I don't own Twilight but I wish I did :( I only own Raven and all the other characters that are not in Twilight

Raven's thoughts

Someone once told me that hearing voices in your head is a bad thing. I didn't have a clue what they meant until I started to hear HIS voice in my head. I can remember the first day clearly, I had just started my Junior year at high school and I didn't have much friends. I would spend my lunch and break in the library reading a new book or doing my homework.

I didn't have a good life at home, my parents had split up when I was 10 because my mum was cheating on my dad with our neighbor and I had to stay living with my mum. I hated her for what she had did to us and I would go days without talking to her. I'm getting carried away, you will learn more about that more into the story.

Back to my first day of Junior year.

I opened my eyes just to shut this annoying beeping off. I looked at my Batman clock on my nightstand and it read 6 am. What am I doing up this early I rolled over and pulled my Spider-man cover over my head to block out the early sun. Shit! I had almost forgot I had my first day of my junior year, I jumped out of my warm bed and tripped over my night stand. 'Ouch! How did you get there?' I think I've gone mad, talking to a nightstand. Limping along to my wardrobe and looking thought my clothes. 'nope, nope, nope' I can't find anything to wear. In the end I just picked a Iron man t-shirt and some black skinny jeans. If you haven't guest I love superheroes, I have a big stack of comics under my bed.

I had to run down the stairs and make sure I didn't trip on nothing. It's these stairs I always fall down them, I think they hate me. I always skip breakfast because if I eat in the mornings it makes me feel sick. I put a little eye liner on using the mirror in the hallway and I sat down to put my socks and converse on. I still had about 5 minutes to kill before I had to leave to go to the hell whole people call school.

I don't think I have introduced myself, how rude of me. My name is Raven Black, I am 16 and in my Junior year of high school. I like to keep to myself and I don't really talk much unless I have to. If you ever see me at school or just passing by my house I will always have a book or sketch pad in my hands. I love the wood by my house or just in sitting in my room where no one can interrupt me. So now you know the basics of me I think it's time for me to leave for school.

The only reason I love walking to school is because I can put my bright green headphones in and just tune the world out. It's about half an hour walk to my school but it always goes too fast for my liking. It only felt like 5 minutes before I was at the school gates and making my way into the building. My locker number was 235 and it was quite away from my first lesson Maths so I always go to my locker after maths. I had to push my way through all the student body that were making their way to their lockers or just standing in the middle of the corridor.

I was the first person in my maths class and I had 4 minutes before the rest should be here. I opened my sketch book that I always keep on me and started to draw the first thing that came into my mind. I was so into my drawing I didn't hear the bell ring for the beginning of the lesson. I looked down to see what I had drawn and it was the Confederate Battle Flag on a poll with a group of troops standing under it. I had started an outline of the man holding the poll but I had stopped when I heard the bell go.

'Good morning class, did you all have a good break?' that was Mr Blake, He was always in a good mood and didn't give detentions very easy. I didn't like him much, He would always make me answer question and pick on me to give things out. Everyone just grumbled the answer as it was only the first day back after an 8 week holiday. The only reason I wasn't falling asleep at the table was because I would always get up early to walk my dog shadow. She was a massive German Shepard and has been my best friend ever since we got her when I was 9. After a very very long hour of stupid maths the bell finally rang, I jumped out of my seat and made my way to English. Why do I have two very shit lessons on the first day back? All I had to do was survive this lesson then I had Art my favorite lesson ever!

Finally getting to English and again being the first person I chose a seat right at the back in the right corner out of everyone's way and view. I got my sketch book out again to finish off my drawing, this time I concentrated on the time to make sure I no one saw my drawing. I hated when people would tell me how good my drawing was or ask me questions about it, I have never shown anyone one of picture and I plan to keep it that way. I have a pile of full sketch books at home at the bottom of my wardrobe getting covered in dust. When I noticed the room was half full I put my sketch book away and just looked forward waiting for my teacher to come.