New story. I don't own twilight, just had an itching thought that had to do with it. Stephanie Meyer owns it and I love her for it.
Prologue
Why was this so hard for me to do? I was finally here and doing what I wanted to do and I was so tempted to easily turn back.
"Breathe. It's okay." I told myself for the hundredth time.
I didn't know why I wanted to leave now.
Probably because I had something else to go back to now.
I took a deep breath and stepped up to the door. I put my fist up to the door and knocked twice.
A boy with russet skin, black hair and the hugest arms I'd ever seen answered the door.
"Hi, I'm Isabella." I hated using my full name. "And I think I'm your sister, your half sister that is."
He stared at me for a while then looked back behind him.
"Dad, can you come here for a second?" He called then stared back at me.
this happens to be my new idea. there's more coming if you don't get it and it will be explained later.
review and tell me what you think because i really really want to keep going.