Chapter One: First Impressions

My "twin" stares out the window of the plane as it lifts off. I say that she's my "twin" because she's my age, seventeen, but we don't have the same father. My mother was René Williams. My father is Apollo, Greek god of the Sun, art, prophecy, and medicine.

You may wonder how this happened. I mean, Bella and I being "twins". And yes, we were born on the same day, too.

Well, it's simple. René had an affair with Apollo, while being married to Charlie Swan at the same time, and She conceived two babies on the same day, within twenty minutes. Bella and I was born on September thirteenth, me at 10:10 A.M., and Bella was born at 1:30 P.M.

Of course, Apollo and Charlie had questions about our looks and personalities. Bella has hair so brown it almost looks black, while my own brown hair is a light brown. Bella's eyes are hazel, and mine are piercing blue. Bella is quiet, while I immediately became the lie of the party. Bella is slightly pudgy, and I'm super skinny.

So, Charlie confronted Mom, who admitted to having an affair, and both Charlie and Apollo split. I took Charlie's last name, because René for some reason wanted the Williams line to die out. Later, I learned that she'd been abused growing up, and wanted the line to die out because it symbolized the end of her shitty family. I also found out that Apollo couldn't be a part of my life because of the ancient laws prevented him, so Charlie was a stand-in dad for me.

Now, we're flying out to Charlie's house because René died in a car accident a year ago, and the boarding school we attended finally expelled us.

Mom and I weren't very close; I still resented her for having sex with two men at the same time, and she was never there for me, so, while her death hit me hard, it didn't take me more than about six months to bounce back. She and Bella, however, were inseparable, so it hit her the hardest. She's still grieving for her.

I'm very grateful to Charlie for taking me into his house full-time, and treating me like a daughter, even though I'm not technically his. He always made me feel welcome during the summer, and I know that that'll be the case this time, too.

The plane touches down on the runway, and I race off the plane. I wouldn't say I'm the biggest fan of Forks, for obvious reasons, but I love Charlie, and some of the people who live here, particularly Leah and Seth Clearwater, although I can't stand Jacob and his friends. They always make inappropriate jokes at my expense.

"Hayley!" Charlie says, as I launch myself at my dad of sorts.

"Charlie!" I greet, squeezing the shit out him.

"Dad." Bella says, by way of a greeting. She can be so rude sometimes, but she doesn't mean to. She has schizophrenia and social anxiety, and doesn't always know how to handle a situation. Not that I'm making excuses for her, but our entire family has at least one mental disorder each. Take it from me, the kid with pure-O OCD.

"Isabella!" Charlie greets, hugging her. Charlie, I've determined from my time with him, has paranoia. Part of being a cop, I guess.

I climb into the front of the cop car, leaving my sister to get in the back, which she hates. She should have beat me to the car.

Charlie pulls out into the traffic, and I strike up a conversation with Charlie. Bella may think Charlie is a man of few words, but the truth is that she gets so lost in his head that she doesn't notice when real life happens around her. Again, not making excuses for her or anything.

Charlie pulls into the gravel driveway, talking about the surprises he got for Bella and me. As it turns out, Bella's surprise is a rusty red pickup truck, which is so Bella's style. Charlie bought me a small silver Lexis, which has no dents or scratches, but you can tell isn't new. It must have been taken good care of.

I hug Charlie in thanks, and Bella follows suit, before I lug my duffle bags into the house, and down the stairs to the basement. Charlie and René only had a two bedroom house, so Charlie fixed up the basement for me to use temporarily, during the process of the divorce, and over the years, it became my room for when I came up here with the summer.

The basement is huge. My bed sits under the window, and I have an air hockey table down here. I also have a mini fridge, and a flat screen TV with a subscription to Apple TV. My desk has a MacBook Pro on it, along with a printer. My video camera and tripod is set up next to my desk, and my guitar rests propped up against the wall. In short, this room is so me, and unlike Bella, I paid for everything. Bella can't hold a job, but mine as a babysitter was perfect for me, and I do YouTube as well.

I quickly unpack, since the only things I brought with me were jeans, tee shirts, swim gear (I swim professionally, even though I'm not a child of Poseidon), workout gear, and my jewelry, which is super-simple.

I enter my built-in bathroom, and take a nice long shower. I finally step out of the bathroom, and get my stuff together for school tomorrow. I take my medicine, and pass out on my bed.

When I wake up, it's to the sound of Bella banging on my door; I must have forgot to set the alarm on my phone. I yell up the stairs that I'm up.

I change into my battered jeans, black tee shirt, and tennis shoes. I throw my swim bag over my shoulder, put in my earrings, which are all mismatched dangles; I have three piercings in each ear. Lastly, I grab my backpack and run upstairs to eat real quick.

"We need to go." Bella says.

"Hold on," I say, rolling my eyes. "I have to brush my teeth. I'll be right back."

A few minutes later, Bella and I are walking out to our cars. I jam the key into the ignition, pull up the Bluetooth menu, sync my iPhone to it, and blast Post Malone. I slightly speed to school, as I'm gonna be late if I don't.

When I pull in, I'm relieved to see that I'm actually early. I climb out of the car, and head up to the office to get my schedule and shit. The lady behind the counter looks up at me with a bored expression.

"Yes?"

"Hi. I'm Hayley Swan?"

"Hi, Hayley," she says, perking up instantaneously, "welcome to Forks High, home of the Titans."

That can't be a good sign. I'm nervous to start this school now, seeing as to how it's the home of the Titans, which are currently rising from Tartarus. Shit, shit, shit.

A/n: So this is co-written by me and my sister, Christinethetwilightfan. I wrote this first chapter while being exhausted from practice and some other shit that I had to take care of. I hope you enjoyed. Please review.

Christine and Hannah.