This is going to be a little weird for me, because I don't usually make my characters so... Angry and full of angst (she is a teenager). The thing is I wanted to make a believable character that is NOT a Mary Sue and, well, I may have gone too far... But I'm trying! If you review, I will tone it down for the next chapter, my OC is just a little frustrated about the move. I will delete this if you don't like it. It's a Jake/OC fanfic. I do plan on making my OC nicer to Bella by the end of all of this. I like the pairing Bella/Jasper, so if you guys want that pairing, let me know, but this will be Edward/Bella at first. Please REVIEW! If you see mistakes, let me know.

It was on the flight to Port Angeles when it all finally sunk in.

I was on my way to Forks, Washington, one of the rainiest cities in the country, with my whiny martyr of a sister, Bella. Whose idea was this again? Right, mine. I was on my way to spending the next few years with my awkward dad and my emo older sister. She would be gone once she left for college, but Dad? Oh no, I was stuck with him longer.

Maybe I'm being just a bit overdramatic, I thought, glancing over to find her pouring over Pride and Prejudice for what must have been the tenth time. But Bella was definitely not my favorite person. She complained about everything, even when she got exactly what she wanted.

Why was I doing this again? Right, to prove my sister wrong. To prove I wasn't a conceited little bitch. Not that she would ever call me that. Perfect Bella didn't swear. I bet she couldn't even if she tried. She was the responsible one without any balls to speak of.

Putting it simply, we're opposites in every way. I was Renee's daughter and she was Charlie's daughter. I was the stereotypical Arizonian blonde (now dyed black) with blue eyes and she had brown eyes and reddish brown hair. She was insecure where I was confident. She was clumsy while I was…not nearly as clumsy as her. She had pale skin with no tattoos and I had tan skin and a tattoo on my right wrist.

It was a simple tattoo but it meant a lot to me. I traced the curves of infinity as I felt my sister tap me on the shoulder. I took one of my earphones out and give her my best glare. She blinked, probably wondering what she did this time. I'd only done it for fun, but I hoped she wouldn't give me that lecture again. The one where she'd explain that she was going through the same changes I was.

"We're landing," Bella stated, instead, before turning back to Pride and Prejudice.

Sometimes I wondered if she liked to pretend she was anything like Elizabeth Bennet. If she ever grew some balls, she would be.

Now, you're probably wondering why I'm being so harsh with her. Is it because we're so different? Is it because I'm jealous? Is it because her only form of teenage rebellion is calling our father by his name behind his back? Nope, it's because I think she can do better, much better, and she doesn't even try. And I don't think she ever will. She could be independent and strong, but has she tried? Nope. I just hope she'll wake up before she gets to college.

I turned back to look out the window, slipping my other earphone back in. There was a brief silence before I heard the beginning of the song "Numb" by Linkin Park.

As soon as Bella spotted Charlie, she gave a fake smile before making her way over to him and tripping in her usual Bella way. Instead of following her or even waving hello, I found myself taking in the faces around us. No one interesting and everyone who'd been on our flight had left. Well, everyone except for the cute guy with the blonde hair and amber eyes who'd sat across the aisle from us.

I smiled flirtatiously and waved at him just as I heard Charlie call my name.

"Livy!"

I grinned when I saw my sister's frown. I knew she hated being called by her full name but Dad didn't. Our parents had been calling me Livy since I was eight.

"Great to see you, Dad," I said before giving him a tight hug. The last time I'd seen him was during my last winter trip to Washington. While Bella hated the rain and snow, I'd grown to love it. I would miss the sun but it wouldn't be so bad.

"Great to see you, too, kiddo," he nodded.

He helped with some of our luggage and I got in the back seat before Bella could even reach for the door. Let them have their little, awkward conversations, I thought.

I put my earphones back in, knowing that they would talk about me and my problems. Bella would call it my defense mechanism after what's happened to me. I rolled my eyes. As if they were side effects. The anger, the nightmares, the insomnia…

When the song ended, I heard her mention my name, so I turned off my iPod and left my earphones in.

"…she needs to take her meds before bed or she'll never go to sleep. And she's always getting into fights at school!"

"We just need to give her time," Dad said. "It's only been five months! Has Renee considered sending her to a therapist?"

"I tried to convince her but she doesn't think there's anything wrong with her," Bella snorted. "She just says that it's good for a girl to have a bit of spirit after what she's been through."

Thank God for Renee, I thought. I don't need a damn therapist. Maybe I do need help but not professional help.

"Maybe all she needs is some time away from Phoenix," Charlie reassured her. "She's not a bad kid, Bella. She's just going through a tough time. You had to take care of your mother when you were her age, and she's just trying to take care of herself."

"I know, but with the hair and the tattoo..."

I frowned. Of course I'd known Bella would criticize my new look, but–

"Did they ever catch the guy?" Charlie interjected.

"No, the place they found her just looks abandoned and she says she can't remember anything. She still gets the dates confused sometimes."

"Well, she was missing for a year."

I couldn't listen to anymore of it. I pressed play and found myself listening to one of my favorite songs, "About a Girl" by Nirvana.

When we finally reached Charlie's house, I was fine. Music heals most wounds after all.

Then I heard Bella yell, "Wow, Dad! I love it! Thanks!"

I took in the red monstrosity in the driveway, and fought to hold in the giggles. It was just so ridiculous!

It was admittedly awesome of Charlie to get Bella a truck, but could she seriously drive this thing?

We grabbed our luggage and went inside.

Everything was exactly the same as the last winter I'd been there, which was a relief because I didn't think I could take this place changing, too.

"Do we still get to go camping and hiking?" I asked enthusiastically. There was so much I wanted to do!

"I don't think that's such a good idea," Charlie said, glancing at Bella.

I turned to glare at her. I guess she told him the whole story. I knew that she was only trying to watch out for me but was I not allowed to have any fun? I could always get another tattoo or dye my hair again, but where was the fun in that? I didn't even have my license!

I stomped up the stairs to my old room and slammed the door closed before leaning back against the door. I wanted to scream and hurt someone, but, of course, I knew that wasn't an option. I was fifteen years old, barely five feet tall, and I hated it. I was confident, but I was very aware of my limitations.

I was a sophomore who was old enough to get a job but not old enough to drive a car. Even when I could drive a car I wouldn't be able to vote, shoot, smoke, gamble, or drink.

Back then, this was the worst situation I could think of. I knew I'd been through worse in the past, even if I couldn't remember it, and there were people in the world living in tougher situations, but I'd always lived in the moment.

I was scared, lonely, confused, and just fucked up in general.

Where was my hero?

This is just awful, but please let me know what you think anyway! It's kind of short, but opinions are appreciated! She will be better in the next chapter, I promise (if there is one).