Hey! Another one of these stories that i started and havent done anything about. This one starts slow. I think. Oh Well read and Reveiw!

I dont own Twilight. I wish!

Chapter 1!

This is just the best. I get sent down here to live with my half-brother Paul. I really don't want to leave Oklahoma. I love it here I need the sun and the warmth. Its like an addiction. I really don't want to come live up here. I used to live in Texas. So I have an accent. We used to come up here all the time to see Paul and his dad. I don't have the same last name as Paul obviously we have different dads. He and I used to get along really good. I'm glad I get along with at least one of my siblings. I cant stand my other half-brother. He is the biggest brat in the world. My name is Payson-addison. I have a double first name I just go by Nayna. I don't even remember how that name got started but now everyone calls me that. I am half Quileute and half Choctaw. My dad is full Choctaw my mom is full Quileute. My brother Paxton is half Choctaw and half white. Haha he is so white he got his mom's genes. His mom is so white you'd think she was an albino. He is eleven going on twenty-five. He thinks he is the biggest player in the world. He tried to get his swag on, yea it more looks like he is having a seizer while hes walking. It quite the site to see.

I have long dark-brown hair. It is thick and wavy not thick and straight like moms. No of course I couldn't have that. I'm..fully developed. That's what mom likes to call my boobs. I have curves in all the right places. I have changed a lot in the last four years. I had braces and an unclear face. I look nothing like I did when I was thirteen. I was on the chunky side; no I was on the huge side. I was short and not cool. Once I turned fifteen I changed a lot. I became curvy and busty. I do have to say that I have a nice butt too. I'm just over 5'9" I'm really tall. I have black eyes well their really brown but they look black.

I am going to live in a small ass house in a small ass town with Paul. Who has anger problems. Well I have no room to talk I am worse than him. When I get mad I get mad. I have two settings calm and kill no in between. The last time I saw him he was a tall-ish, lanky fifteen almost sixteen year old. I'm not sure how I will survive. I mean I had friends down there but I also had the people I can't stand. Leah Clearwater.

*Flashback*

Leah, Jacob, Embry, Quil, Seth, me and Paul are at the beach messing around when Leah calls me fat.

She tackles me, its pretty easy I'm not that fast. She leans in really close and whispers to me "Don't ever think that you can outrun me, fatty."

She didn't know that she just let all of Hell loose. I rolled and I hit her as hard as I could-it was really hard-she tried hitting me, but I didn't give her anytime to hit me I kicked the crap out of her.

Once I finally stopped for a second she hit me with all of what she had left in her. She busted my cheek open. I felt hands pulling me off of her. I wasn't going down without a fight. As they pulled me off her I had a chance to kick her. I took it. I kicked her in the jaw I heard a crack. I tried to kick her again but whoever was holding me wouldn't let me.

I later found out that it was Paul. He gave me a stern talking to. Like I cared. I was on a high you couldn't bring me down after pounding her face in.

I still had a scar on my cheek from when she busted it open. Battle scars are all the rage!

*End Flashback*

But her brother is awesome. I was not ever too fond over Jacob Black either. I don't remember why, but I remember he made me mad.

My mom thought this would be good for me since my dad is in Iraq. He is a medic over there. Kenny Carney he is one of the best medics. She also thought that I was a little too much to handle.

They sent me here in a plane they would send over my jeep a couple days after that. I have a black Jeep Wrangler Sport 2010. I was obsessed with cars. I just have to deal until then. It is the beginning of summer here. It is close to the middle of summer in Oklahoma. It was kinda weird. I am told that I will have to live here until I'm eighteen or I'm done with my senior year depending on my behavior. I'm not even sure that Paul remembers what I look like. I don't know if I know what he looks like.

I'm looking out my window of the cab I'm sitting in. I have my music blasting. The song "I Get Off On the Pain" by Gary Allen is on. We pull up in front of a small faded wood house that was very familiar to me at one point in time. It looked more dingy than the last time I saw it. It's lawn was mowed and sharp in all, but it looked more dilapidated.