I do not own Twilight. I only own Diana.

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My life was turning upside down faster than I ever believed it could. My mom just passed away in a car accident, and instead of my dad stepping up to take care of me, his thirteen year old daughter, he was deserting me. My dad was giving me away to his brother, Charlie Swan. You would think the jerk would be man enough to at least take me to my uncle's house, but the coward had a social worker put me on a plane and send me to Washington on my own.

My Uncle Charlie would pick me up at the airport and I would be staying in his daughter's old room since she recently got married and moved out. I didn't really know Bella since we never really saw each other. Charlie had told me over the phone that he hoped Bella and I would get along even though there was an age difference. My uncle sounded so hopeful that we would get along, but I doubted I would see much of her since she was now married and he surprised me with the fact that she also has a kid now.

The plane ride was over faster than I wanted because I felt free up in the sky, but that free feeling disappeared as soon as the buckle your seat belt sign started flashing. The flight attendant gave everyone a cheery but tight smile as we exited the plane, and I walked through the Seattle airport to get to where my uncle said he would be waiting. It was nice to not have to grab a big suitcase of stuff, since all of that had already been mailed to his house.

"Diana," he yelled and pulled me into a big hug. He then lifted me off the ground while still hugging me. I wasn't the tallest thirteen year old girl in the world, and being picked up and swung around by tall family members was not fun. "I'm so glad you made it here safely. I'm sorry about what happened to your mother," he said and gave my shoulder a squeeze while giving me a sympathetic look.

"Thank you, but at least she is somewhere better now," I told him as I tried to keep from showing much emotion. I had already cried my tears for my mother and screamed my rage about my father. My emotions were kind of fried right now, so I hoped my uncle didn't expect me to be a happy young teenage girl.

"You're right," he said awkwardly before we started walking towards the exit of the airport and to the parking lot where his police car was. "I still can't believe your dad," he started to grumble but I stopped him by reaching out and grabbing his hand, which I gave a tight squeeze.

"Let's not talk about him, ever again," I said softly but with a bite to my tone. I released his hand and walked ahead of him towards his car. I could feel him staring me down, but I never wanted to talk about that excuse for a father ever again.

The drive to Forks was silent except the sound of the air conditioner and the wind hitting the windshields. Charlie tried to say something every now and then, but he never would voice what was on his mind. He finally decided to speak when he parked in front of his house.

"Diana, you've been through a lot the last few months, and I'm sorry that you had to go through all of that. I promise that I will be here for you and take care of you. I know this is weird and strange to you since you haven't been around me much and you've never been to Forks, but I will make sure that you feel at home here eventually," he said and I stared him down the whole time. I wanted to make sure he didn't flinch or look away because if he did then he wasn't sincere.

He stopped talking and watched me for any reaction. He relaxed when a small smile appeared on my face. I surprised him when I gave him a quick hug before moving away and saying, "Thank you, Uncle Charlie. It's going to take me some time to get used to being here, but I appreciate you letting me live here."

"You're welcome, kiddo," he said and ruffled my hair. He laughed at the glare I gave him for messing up my shoulder-length dark brown hair. "Let's go inside and order a pizza," he said and then opened the driver door. He grabbed my carry-on bag from the back while I stood outside and surveyed the house.

"Welcome home," I whispered to myself before following my uncle into the house and he pointed towards Bella's old room, my new room. "Redecorating as soon as I can," I muttered as I glanced at all of the bright girly colors. I needed charcoal and dark red paint, immediately! I also needed white paint and black paint so I could paint some designs on there. Art was my life and painting was my favorite way to create the images always flying around in my mind.

"What kind of pizza do you want?" Charlie asked from the doorway to the bedroom, which caused me to jump. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," he said when I looked at him with wide eyes.

"Cheese, cheese pizza, please," I replied as I set my carry-on bag down on the bed.

"Good choice, also, we're going over to the Cullens house tomorrow so you and Bella can visit," Charlie said with a happy smile before disappearing back downstairs.

"Great," I muttered before falling back on the bed and looking up at the boring ceiling. "That needs to be painted too," I said and forced myself to get up and start rearranging the room a bit so I would have somewhere to put my stuff when it arrived in the mail. I wasn't excited about seeing Bella again, but this was a new start and I should at least try to get along with her. The last time we hung out, all she could talk about was her new boyfriend, Edward, who was now her husband. I wanted to smash her head into a wall just to get her to shut up, but I resisted the urge. "Now she's probably going to talk nonstop about Edward and their kid," I grumbled before going downstairs to enjoy some pizza. I would dread tomorrow when it was actually tomorrow.