Hello readers. Now I must warn you, this is not my idea, but this has come out of the brilliance of my sister's imagination. It is not my idea, but it is my writing. So without further ado, here it is.

My mother drove me to the airport with the windows rolled down.

"I can't believe that you're doing this to us," the voice from the passenger seat snapped. "I don't want to go live with dad again! I hate Forks! Why can't I just stay in Arizona?"

"Because," my mother snapped back. "You are still a junior under my watch, and you are still only seventeen."

"I can take care of myself," the girl's voice shot, as she folded her arms across her chest.

"Shannon Elizabeth!" my mother yelled. "I am not going to take this any longer! Your father is excited to see you and you are going to Forks!"

Shay gave a huff.

I sighed from the back seat, slouching once again.

"Why don't you just let Bella go," Shay suggested. "I'm sure she can adapt just fine. She's just starting high school anyways."

"I'm a sophomore, Shay!" I protested.

"And I'm a junior, I've been at our old school longer than you," she snapped at me.

"By a year!" I yelled. I reached up to the front seat, ready to tug my sister's golden brown hair. She reached back to stop me, and scratched my arm. It happened all the time, these little immature fights.

"Knock it off, girls!" Renee put her arm between us as she stopped outside the airport.

I yanked open my door and stepped out, hurrying to the trunk of the car to grab my two bags.

Shay stayed up front to talk, or more like yell, at my mother.

"Take care of her, Shay!" I heard my mother yell, before Shay slammed the car door.

"My god," her sandals clicked across the pavement to the trunk where I stood. "Take care of your sister, don't forget to tell your father I said hello," Shay mocked. She was easily angered for reasons unknown to me. Personally, I thought that she had always been a bit off after that trip to Italy.

It was a long four hours of me not talking to my sister, and my sister not talking to me.

When we arrived in Washington, my sister was calmed down.

"Bella! Shannon!" my father smiled upon seeing us.

"Daddy," Shay smiled, putting on an amazing act while walking over to give him a hug. "I missed you."

"I missed you too kiddo," Charlie smiled, taking her four bags away from her, and setting them in the car trunk.

I stood there awkwardly staring at the dark, cloudy sky. I hated rain.

As I walked over to transfer my bags into the trunk of his car, a puddle caught me off guard and I slammed into the side of the police cruiser.

"Careful, Bella," Charlie laughed, steadying me.

"Klutz," my sister commented.

"Nerd," I shot back.

"Play nice, children," Charlie sighed.

I had to sit in the back again. When I was little I always thought that it would have been so cool to actually sit in the place where other criminals and such had sat. Now I just found it annoying that since I was the youngest, I was forced into the uncomfortable seat.

The car ride seemed to last longer than the plane ride. We were all sitting in complete awkwardness. No one talked, and the only sound was the light tapping of rain on the metal around us.

When we got to the house, I was grateful. It was the same as it had always been to me. I remembered coming up here for two weeks every summer when I was little. Those summers ended once Renee married Phil.

As we pulled into the driveway, I saw two other cars.

One was an old red rusty pickup truck, the other a silver bug.

I liked the red one.

"Do you have someone over, Dad?" I asked curiously, leaning forward in my seat to get a better view.

"No," Charlie said with a smile. "They're yours. There's one for both of you. Shay, I thought you would want the bug. I know you can't drive yet Bella, but the truck is for you. Your old friend Jacob fixed it up for you."

"Ooo, Jacob," Shay taunted.

I didn't care though. I had a truck. My very own car. And it was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen.

I was still in awe while Charlie was giving us a run down of the house.

"Now there's only one bathroom and one bedroom, but one of you can take the guest bedroom above the garage," was the first thing I caught. Shay immediately called the guest bedroom.

I was fine with the regular bedroom.

By the time I was all settled in and had dinner, it was close to midnight.

I sat on my bed in an old worn out t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, knees tucked into my chest. I hoped that tomorrow would go well. That I would fit in. Or at least that my sister would, making me fit in automatically. I didn't really relate well with other people. Shay was probably the only person I was close to in my life, and we weren't even on the same page at times.

Pulling the covers over me, I gave a sigh. This was going to take some getting used to.