A/N: Disclaimer- I do not own Twilight or these characters. All credit for that goes to the amazing author of the Twilight Saga, Stephenie Meyer. I would also like to note that this story is loosely based on two non-canon role play characters in which I have full permission to use their material in my writing - AddictiveAly (myself) and TrueRogue (my friend/role play mate),so credit for the version of Jasper in my story is loosely based on the portrayal of my friend's character. I am truly grateful to him for his permission to do this.
My life had been so simple..so dull. Growing up the only child in an upper class family, I had never really had to worry about anything. Going to every camp that Mother thought deemed appropriate for a young lady, attending ballet classes, having piano lessons from age four. Nothing was off limits..except for being normal. The one thing I wanted that all of my family's money and connections in the community would never buy me. Friends were always a constant, I never had a weekend to myself. Honestly.. I was never alone.
Until that fateful night in April...
Mother and Daddy had been out looking for a new piece of artwork to add to their eclectic variety of sculptures and paintings. On their way back home is when it happened...With no warning at all, Daddy had a heart attack while driving..the roads were too wet for Mother to even attempt to help get the car to safety in time...They both died upon impact.I was left with no one but myself. Of course everyone came to mourn with me. But they all seemed to leave one by one without looking back...
Me, little miss lucky that had it all, Abigail Mortiari, finally seeing what life truly was about at eighteen. This is my story..