A/N: Hey guys! So this is my very first fanficion. I hope you like it and let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, just my imagination

Chapter 1

Annalyne's POV

They hate me. If I had any fraction of a doubt before (not that I did given the fact that my first name is one of the most barbaric names to curse a child with, hence I use my second name), that thought is wiped clear. I continue my assault of staring, more like glaring, a hole in the back of Elizabeth's head. She knows I'm openly glaring at her. I mean, any person with a sixth sense could practically feel the rage radiating of me. Spotie keeps on shaking her head at me whilst her tiny eleven year old frame struggles to get all her luggage onto the trolley. I call her Spotie because of the Iight freckles spread across her nose and just over her cheeks. Spotie and I both look like our mother: both of us have a tall skinny frame and naturally dark hair with the exception of Spotie's face being slightly more rounded. I have my father's blue eyes whilst Spotie has beautiful hazel-green eyes. Spotie is the paler than me and my mother, having adopted dad's skin tone whilst my mom and I are tanned. I roll my eyes at her efforts and look at Elizabeth, my mother, defiantly as she turns around with a frown on her face.

''Kwaitiannah, your uncle has been waiting for over an hour for us now. He's been more than generous to accommodate us, so stop your childish antics so we can go''. She said her brown eyes directed at me. I folded my arms and gave her an incredulous look.

''Surely you don't expect me to push this myself' I said giving her a pointed look. Elizabeth shook her head lightly, always an indicator of her impatience, causing her shoulder length wavy black hair to bounce about her face.

''It is your luggage afterall.''

''This is what Godfrey gets paid to do but of course we couldn't afford to keep him so now I have to carry the burden. You do realise this is probably my last quality gold French manicure for the next couple of years and the chances of ruining it are high considering the fact that you want me to do manual labour.''

Spotie rolled her eyes and muttered 'so dramatic' which earned her a glare from me. ''Honestly, Kwaitiannah you-,''

''It's Annalyne , Elizabeth.''

Elizabeth's eyes narrowed, frustration clear in her dark eyes.

''I am your mother and you shall treat me as so Kwaitiannah. We all have to bear with what's going on until the court handle's your father's case. Shilah is five years younger than you and she has not put up a fuss the entire time.''

''That's because she had no life outside of selling girl scout cookies and being caught in the oh-so consuming predicament of choosing between a Science book or an Encyclopaedia as her best friend.'' voice dripping with sarcasm. Shilah turned to me smirking.

''Oh such big words Kay. Maybe you'll be able to qualify for the fourth grade spelling B at Forks Junior School. You happen to be the wonder of the family, maybe you'll surprise us by actually winning just like you surprised us by managing to get into High School.''

''Your fake sweet little act just flew out the window you stupid brat,'' I said smirking at her.

'' The only thing that's fake dear sister is that ridiculous platinum blonde hair colour that you invest so much in.''

''How's that dark coloured hair working out for you Spotie? Got yourself a boyfriend yet because you know I do.'' I said flipping my blonde hair for emphasis.''

''Enough! The both of you. Kwaitiannah place your bags onto the trolley so we can leave now.''

''Whatever''I muttered as I began placing my Louis Vutton luggage on the trolley sulking in the process.

The airport was buzzing with people and we gradually made our way over to the pick-up zone.

''I think I spot your uncle making his way over here girls.'' Elizabeth said pointing in the distance.

Both Spotie and I lifted our heads in time to hear someone calling Elizabeth's name. We stop where we are and Elizabeth turns to us.

''Now I want you two to be on your best behaviour okay. Your uncle is a really great guy.'' I rolled my eyes and gave Elizabeth a bored look whilst Spotie nodded her head like the little puppy she is. How pathetic.

''I mean it Kwaitiannah,'' she said sternly.

''Last time I checked I didn't owe you or dad any favours. You're taking us to live in a place where I'm pretty sure was the shooting Location for 'Wrong Turn'.''

'' I'm warning you Kwaitiannah.''

Before I could retaliate the same voice that was calling Elizabeth a second ago repeated his call. We searched through the crowd to see a middle heighted man weaving his way through people. Dear God, please don't let it be him. The man had short black hair, tanned skin, dark eyes and bore a similar resemblance to Elizabeth, but that's not what was shocking. What the hell was he wearing? A white tank, old trainers and worst of all cropped faded blue jeans. Yuck. And what's with the stupid tattoo on his arm. Is he going through a midlife crisis already? I watched in horror as this man approached us and Elizabeth practically tackling him with a hug as the man belted out a laugh. Maybe there's still a chance that this might be an old friend and not the man we're going to live with for the res-

''Oh Sam it's great to see you, How have you been brother?'' Elizabeth asked enthusiastically. Yeah right, as if I'd be so lucky.

Note: Some things might be spelt differently (I'm not American) and might not be errors. It's not the best start but it'll get interesting. Thanks for reading.