Twilight is not mine. Stephenie Meyer owns it, But I own this wicked plot line.

Prologue

An elderly woman once told me

"There is just as much love in the world as there is hate, you just can't see it."

I think I just might be beginning to believe the old hag.

Chapter One

Looking at myself in compact mirror while sliding on some lip gloss and touching up my mascara, I wondered if I should just remove it all. Charlie would probably be more comfortable if I did-- he wasn't so used to being around me like this.

But he would see me tomorrow morning before I went to school, so I guess I should try to ease him into everything.

I put the bra back into my purse along with the breast forms and slipped on my tee from Vanity; pulling up my panties and tucking myself in before also sliding up my jeans and fastening my belt buckle.

I opened the door and made my way down the isle to my seat just before the sign informing passengers to buckle up turned on. Alice turned her head towards me and smiled, her eyes blank, she wasn't really paying attention to me-- she hadn't the whole flight, she was off in her own little world-- the futures of everyone around us flashing through her mind. Sometimes I loathed her gift because its what got her thrown into the hospital in the first place, and if she hadn't been in there; she wouldn't have outed me to "Bitchy Vickey" and we would both still be in Phoenix and I would have less aches and pains to deal with and a boyfriend that loves me; a sexually frustrated and moody boyfriend-- but a boyfriend none the less.

I felt a pang in my chest thinking of my Jake, but I forced it down and switched to more current, less heartbreaking matters: Charlie, Forks, school.

School was not something I was particularly looking forward to, neither is Forks for that matter. But I guess I wont have to explain why I never wear tank tops, swim suits, short mini skirts, or really anything made to show off curves for that matter, since Spoons, Washington drove out the sun long ago with their insignificant small town talk.

The plain landing was less graceful than my stomach could take and I sat down in a chair while Alice retrieved our luggage. I wasn't worried that she couldn't handle on her own, she might have been small, but she was built like a tank. I was nine inches taller than her, but I had no doubt she could kick my ass-- though, that wasn't really a difficult thing to do, I now knew.

I saw a tuft of colourful spiked hair followed by a big burly man carrying our things and I instantly stood up-- doing nothing for my light headedness. The crowd broke and Alice and two dark haired men almost the same size took up practically my whole field of vision.

Alice spoke first. "Meet Emmett! He's Charlie's new slave boy; he's hoping to get a nice new promotion!" She exclaimed.

The unfamiliar man grinned, showing a beautiful set of clean teeth to enhance his prominent dimples. "I never said that!" And he winked at the older man standing next to him.

Though the older man was of similar stature and hair colour, he looked nothing like Emmett. His eyes were crinkled in the corners and his hair was prematurely graying. His eyes looked happier than the last time I saw him, but nothing like the jovial man I visited less than a year ago in California.

The older man looked me up and down and took in my shirt and freshly made face. "It's nice to see you, Jazz-- er"

"It's great to see you too" I said before he could studder any longer. "It really is great, Dad."

So, Tell me if you like it.

I also need a beta...