Hi! Faebloodians! I have a special treat for you all! So as we have hit over 500+ reads, and over 200+ votes, I thought I should give my loyal, passionate readers a little treat! :))

Below, is the ORIGINAL draft of 'Chapter one'! nobody besides me, has ever read this. To be honest, I might like the original better? I don't know. So I hope you enjoy this little treat, while you wait for Chapter nine! (its almost done. I swear.)

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                        -Shaylee-

"But she just couldn't get the picture of their perfection out of her mind."

Life as she knew it was, normal. It was simple. Her father Paul was dead. Car accident, around six months ago. She and her mother lived. 'A miracle' the doctors said. Pfft yeah, what a miracle that she lived whilst her father's mangled body got untangled from the wrecked car and pulled out by coroners. What a goddamn miracle. Shaylee had a bittersweet resent for life and all it had to offer her. She loathed school, she'd lost her passion for writing and her above average grades had plummeted. Nothing had meaning after Paul. Some would say that she was skipping down the path of self- destructive behaviour.

But honestly, Shaylee couldn't care less. She thrived in the fact that she could be as venomous to everyone and everything, and nobody would bat an eye. They'd give her a sympathetic look and a slap on the wrist. The bare minimum of punishment, because of her 'traumatising situation.' the 'unfortunate outcome.' the unfortunate outcome that led her to this moment in another car, driving with her raccoon- eyed mother to Esoteric. Shaylee googled Esoteric before she'd up and left her old life in her old city. It looked- nice? Quaint even. A bit too posh for her liking, but still beautiful nonetheless. The trees were arched, and twisted. She'd never seen anything as intriguing and astonishing before. 

The tree's were kind of like a protective dome over Esoteric, without the singular road that cut straight across the town and the sign that said: 'Welcome to Esoteric. Population: 1,566." (now 68) you wouldn't even know the quaint, secretive town even existed. "You alright Shay?" Her mother had begun to tread cautiously around her and her venom. Her mother was known to be a compulsive liar, a blonde, blue- eyed, slim, compulsive liar with undeniable beauty. "Fine." Shaylee responded, tucking a red strand of her hair behind her ear. Maya was cautious, "It's refreshing to be back here, Paul loved it here. He said 'Esoteric buzzed with energy.'" Shaylee glanced sideways at her mother, and she lunged for the underbelly. "Funny how we get to come here, and Paul dies with his fascination unsatisfied." Maya fell silent. She wasn't smart enough to know her daughter's intentions, her intentions of causing as much grief as possible. As the saying goes, everyone grieves in different ways.

Maya was exhausted, two hours of sleep every night was definitely unhealthy. The constant nips and comments from her daughter weren't helping. But having the unconditional love and respect for Shaylee as she did, she let her. It was her way of grieving after all. She needed someone to blame, might as well be the parent who lived. The parent her own daughter would rather die.

She didn't wish her mother death. What kind of a monster would she be if she wished that upon her own mother? Sure, she was a liar, and a fairly good one at that. But that's no reason to loathe the fact of her existence. The pair pulled to a stop, in front of Paul's childhood home. Left for his two favourite girls in his final written will. It was grand, with arched windows, and even pillars. A mint green roof clashed against the white, making Shaylee's eyes have to re-adjust to the brightness. The house was very well maintained considering nobody had lived in it for years. Shaylee's gaze drifted to the house next door, there was a motorbike and a shirtless boy washing said motorbike. He was a sight for sore eyes. Raven haired, green almond eyes, toned body, arm tattoos, black ripped jeans with chains hanging from his waist, and an eyebrow slit. He was fairly good looking. 

"Stop ogling and help me with these boxes." Her mother commented, unhooking her belt and stepping out of the car. Shaylee rolled her eyes, and followed suit. "Your room is upstairs, on the right, at the end of the corridor." Her mother states, as she turns left into the lounge, nearly dropping a pot plant that barely balanced on top of the boxes she held. Shaylee followed the directions, which led her into an octagon shaped room, with mustard coloured walls, and a gated off, wooden platform only inches from the roof. She set her boxes by the door, and tied her hair into a quick, messed up bun and walked over towards the ladder that led up to the platform that was obviously an extension built by Paul's family. Her fingers skimmed the lightly dusted ladder, it was worn out but still as sturdy as it would've been when it was first built. 

She climbed the ladder and reached the top. She looked down at the rest of her bedroom and smiled, as she envisioned what her new room would look like. What her new life would look like. It looked dark, and fatherless to her. Her smile faded. Her eyes shifted towards the roof, a window was embedded into the roof. With curiosity taking her over, she lifted her hands above her head and pulled down the handle. Her fingers slid through the window almost like it was familiar. She hoisted herself up and threw the window and shut it behind her. She could see everything from that view point. She saw how the trees lined her backyard, and how the sun beamed through the cracks between the leaves. She saw how gloomy, and contrasting the house beside her looked. A tree hid a window behind it, almost with purpose. A branch extended across the white, trimmed fence like the branch was extending out to her in a way. Like it was calling to her. Her eyes gazed down to the yard below, where the boy still stood hosing the killing machine he owned. "That thing yours?" She called, making his eyes snap to hers.

"No. It's my grandmothers." Sarcasm was evident in his tone.

"Its- nice." Shaylee commented.

"Mhm."

It was beginning to get awkward.

"Can you quit ogling at me?" He said after a moment of silence, his eyes remained fixated on a mark on his bike.

"Don't give yourself that much credit." She huffs. Her eyes tore from him and fluttered back towards the woods that lined her house. A constant, light mist hung in the air near the trees, Shaylee couldn't help but to lose herself while staring at them. After a beat of silence, she opened her window again and slid back through leaving that moment behind as a lingering memory.

What hell it was. To drift through endless hallways not knowing what you're doing or where you're headed. Minutes went by as days, and dragged on relentlessly. The aroma of sweat and a used joint clung to the air, and never seemed to fade. Everyone shuffled along the crowd towards the 'assembly hall' for a start of year orientation. 

Shaylee didn't stand out from the crowd, and quite honestly nobody knew she was there. "Everybody thinks I'm crazy." Said a boy walking down the hallway, a few feet in front of her.

"I wonder why." An identical, almost translucent boy mocks from beside him. Shaylee was thrown forward, as a jock throwing a ball over her head knocked into her. "Sorry love." The jock smiles apologetically, as he rushes past her. But she didn't quite hear him, as she knocked into the boy in front of her. The blonde, shaggy haired boy turned around to face her briefly. "Sorry." Shaylee mumbled, as both the boys turned back to look at her.

"No worries." The blonde boy smiled, and continued on their way.

The translucent boy glowed a light shade of orange, "It's not every day a pretty girl bumps into you." He says, exaggerating 'you.' 

The other boy swats at him, "Shut up-"

Shaylee shuffled along the crowd, and filed through the double wooden doors along with what seemed like half the student body. Most people were already seated, some of them turning to look at her with wide, soft smiles. 

They all knew that she must be new, in a small town like Esoteric 'everyone knows everyone.' rumours would be circulating that she was Maya Davey's daughter, and obviously they'd be correct. Everyone would know the tragic fate that Paul Armani was met with. Their parents would've grown up with hers, and their parent's parent's even, there would be a long line of mourning.

Shaylee Davey- Armani, the branded new girl, where a bunch of people knew her but she had not the slightest clue of them or their family tree. Her eyes drifted to the corner, in the dark spot of the hall where she would usually reside. But just as luck would have it, there was already a group of people there, trying their absolute hardest to fade into the shadows. Around ten or so individuals sat in that corner, all of them looking inhumanly beautiful. 

Among them was the blonde shaggy haired boy and his identical double, they looked uneasy to say the least. Constantly glancing around, as if wanting the process of being there to speed up so they could leave. The green eyed- motorbike boy sat among them, he looked tense, and sort of stand offish. His eyes found hers once again, they were sharp, why can't she wrench her gaze away? 

After a moment, he did it for her and found that gazing at the wall was far more interesting. A blonde girl, in a plain grey shirt, and ripped jeans gazed around protectively and stance like she looked slightly scary. A red haired, freckle faced boy, sat beside a girl with short chopped hair and they honestly looked bored, like they'd done this a thousand times over. Shaylee looked away, and took a seat on the bleachers near the front.

A short, posh, lady walked out in front of the crowd, her six inch, red heels must be hard to walk in. "Welcome everyone! To a new school year." (A/N: LE GASP! TOM IS THAT YOU!? :D)

She didn't see the fascinating people much after orientation. Shaylee took it as they were the type of people who skipped school a lot. But she just couldn't get the picture of their perfection out of her mind. Countless nights she lay awake trying to remember all the intricate details of their unhuman-like beauty. 

They were flawless, their skin looked as smooth as marble, their eyes an enchanting variation of blue's, green's and browns. Something about them just made them more undeniably attractive than any other person, and that to her was captivating. 

She walked about her room, her coordination seeming effortless as she did a combination of twirling and walking. She was reading twilight, a personal favourite. It must've been the millionth time she'd read the series but she'd get so invested that time just flew by. The way that Edward just fully invested himself into loving Bella was so bewildering to Shaylee. He's killed, and sacrificed just for her. So oddly romantic? Well at least to Shaylee it was. Sort of. 

She twirled and spun, it was as if gravity was pulling her towards her bedroom window. Unknowingly she sat down on her window ledge, and began to hum to herself. She flipped though the worn pages that were highlighted, folded and faded. Her eyes gazed out her arched window that was embedded across the left side. 

Four people stood anxiously, pacing at the edge of the woods behind the houses. The shaggy haired boy, the red haired boy, the girl with the chopped hair, and a really tall, model-like Latina girl who Shaylee didn't recognize. The chopped haired girl said something audible, the red haired boy glanced in Shaylee's direction, his expression stiff, his pale grey eyes bored into hers. He nodded and looked back towards the group. She flushed bright red, they'd obviously caught her starring. 

She couldn't wrench her eyes though, what were they doing? Behind her house? Drug dealing? She shut her book, and speedily climbed the ladder with the window already open. "She's on the roof now." She heard her say, but how would she know that? Her back was turned to her. Emerging from the woods was the flawless blonde, and the green eyed boy. 

His gaze drifted to her, and she quickly turned and slipped back through her window.