Letters to Jacob~Chapter 1

Okay guys, this is my Twilight fic. This is totally fictional, and I only own Twilight in my dreams. Emily, however, is MINE! Rawr.

I sifted through my mail. I sighed, it was always the same. Didn't anyone just wright to say hi anymore?

Well, I suppose it could be worse, right? Okay, let me fill you in: My name's Emily and my mom left me after my stepdad died. At first there was just a lot of crying, which I really didn't get. I never knew my dad, so I don't miss him, but I still have no idea why my mom picked Charles. He'd beat my mom, then try to beat me. My mom would try (keyword try) to stop him, and he'd hit me anyway. Then he'd hit her more. It was a nice effort, but after a while, just let him hit me already! It's not a big deal.

I work at the local grocery store with my friend/supervisor Jenny. Jen was a good-hearted soul, not snobby at all, and she was only a year older than me at 16, so it would be really weird to call her "ma'am". I'm also the only one in the store who knows where everything is, and can tell you what a parsnip is (It's a kind of weird white-brown-carrot-looking thing). I'm writing this down beause when you live alone for a while, you start to think out loud. Then people think you're crazy talking to yourself, and it all goes downhill from there. Trust me, not fun.

So, anyway, is it that hard to send a post card? *Sigh*. Food bill (Yay employee discount! If it wasn't for that, I'd be living off cereal. Heck, I still kind of live off cereal. And leafy green stuff.)... Rent... 2nd notice rent... threatining note stuffed in by Lonnie (the guy I pay rent to) threatining to end our agreement if I don't pay my rent like, now...

Basically, this is the agreement: I pay the rent, he ignores the fact that I'm an underaged minor. I play piano sometimes, and disturbs the neighbors, and said neighbors and him come to be grumpy in my house. Mostly they pretend, just so they can hear me without the obstruction of the walls. They're really thin (I am SO glad I don't live near newly weds!). Usually I sweep the hallways too, so Lonnie doesn't have to hire a cleaning lady. That usually gives me a discount on my rent, and a little wiggle room. Sure, it's only like 20 bucks, but I still have to go to school and go to work. I'm only paid a little better than minimum wage, so I basically live from paycheck to paycheck. I have a little saved up for emergancies, though. I'm getting my paycheck tomorrow, and then I can pay Lonnie. Okay, so the mail inventory is: Rent stuff... Magazine... Advertisement... Letter... wait, what?!

Emily Smith

400 5th Road

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It was from some guy named Jacob Black.

What did you think? Sorry it was so depressing, but there's a reason for it, trust me.