Chapter 1

It was raining harder than normal. Much harder than I expected it to be as I exited the plain and went in search of the luggage area where I expected to find my luggage. I wasn't exactly vacationing; though that's what my mother Renée said I was doing. I was going to live with my father, Charlie and my twin sister Bella. We were a small family now that they were divorced. My mother was with Phil now, so at least the bills would be paid and the fridge would have food. I didn't have to worry too much about that.

It would be, if I had calculated correctly the second day of school seeing as my plain left the airport later than scheduled. I was extremely upset at that fact. I was rushing to see my sister. I've been at a boarding school for the last year so I spent most of the holidays there away from my family. My arrival would be a shock to Bella, she didn't know I was coming but Charlie did of course.

Charlie was waiting for me outside in his cruiser, just as I expected him to be.

"Becca, it's great to see you! How's Renée?"

"It's nice to see you too Char- dad. Mom's fine."

In the awkward silence of the car ride to our house I learned a bit of what Bella's life had been like for her first couple of days here. She got a car that dad bought and he of course panicked saying how he was sorry he hadn't bought me one and I reminded him that my car would be arriving here soon enough.

"So what made you come to forks?"

The question caught me off guard so I was slow to reply. "I…Just wanted to stay with you and Bella for a while. Boarding schools can get a little lonely."

Just like Bella, I never was good at lying. Charlie gave me a skeptical look as we parked into what I knew from visiting- to be his spot in front of the house. I was somewhat relieved to be here and at dreaded it at the same time. The weather at forks was always weird. Raining and cloudy, with the occasional sunny days; something I never really could get used to. But, on those sunny days' forks was okay. With all of the greenery around her it was hard not to want to hike, even if you weren't too good at it. The scenery was just too hypnotizing almost alien like.

"Well…" Charlie was at a lost for words so I helped him out by opening the car door and stepping out.

"Why don't we go see what Bella thinks of my visit?"

He smiled obviously appreciating me taking over the conversation. He got my luggage out of the trunk before I could protest and walked towards the front door. I took notice of the red truck that was now parked next to Charlie's cruiser. A red Chevy, I believe. I never was and never will be good with trucks. Not even the names. I could, however picture Bella driving it to school in the morning. Probably with the heater on from the cold of the rain and me in the passenger seat, I wasn't expecting my car to arrive for another week or two.

Charlie opened the door and peeked his head into the house to see if Bella was down stairs, probably. She wasn't, from what I concluded because he opened the door and held it open for me.

I thanked him still looking straight ahead and he smiled as his response.

"Bella, could you come down her for a minute?"

Even from down stairs I could hear her getting up and either tripping or hitting something. Bella was the clumsy one of the two of us. It was always a good thing if you wanted to know if she was coming but a bad thing if you were trying to sneak around the house. Now, I could hear her coming down the hall and down the stairs until finally she was in my view.

She didn't notice me because she was staring at the steps until she reached the bottom, and then turned her attention to Charlie.

"Yes dad, what is it?"

Charlie smiled nervously he wasn't sure if he should tell her I was standing right there or to ask her something to keep her attention on him. I decided not to leave him like that because he looked somewhat uncomfortable.

"Bella, aren't you going to say hi to your sister?"

Her head whipped around to stare at me. And in shock she stood there mouth agape as if not expecting ever that I would come to see her in forks. I guess that much was true up until now.

"Becca!"

She rushed over to me and hugged me and I could tell there was something on her mind, something that she couldn't figure out. There always was a way I could tell when something was bugging her, just like how she could tell when something was bugging me. I would ask her about it later. I didn't want to spoil the moment.

"Becca what are you doing here? Weren't you going to go to that boarding school again?"

We were sitting in Bella's room. It was just as I remembered it minus one bed. When we were little and used to visit here there used to be two beds; one for me and one for her. They weren't too big; if they were they probably wouldn't have fit in the room.

After she greeted me down stairs she was a bit shocked and her eyes actually began to tear up. I calmed her down and we went to her room to talk.

"I was going to but I decided it would be better to come here to stay."

Her room was messier than I expected to be it was as if there was no time in the past two days that she could spare to clean.

"I'm glad you came to stay, it'll be more interesting at school now that you're going to be there."

"Why, what so bad about it now?"

She sighed and shifted in her seat on the bed. This was definitely what was bugging her. This was going to be hard to get this out of her. She was never good with showing her emotions freely this was something she got from Charlie. So, stubbornly she shifted and shifted on the bed not staying in one spot for more than a few seconds.

I sighed too as she constantly moved making me feel like moving.

"Bella, what happened today are you going to tell me or not?"

She stopped fidgeting and stared to the right of me out the door. After turning and checking to make sure no one was there for her to be distracted by, I came to the conclusion that she was avoiding eye contact. With that I knew she wouldn't tell me, or at least she wouldn't tell me this instant. I would have to be subtle at first and get her to ease up then ask her about it again. I hope it works.

"Never mind then, what is the school like?"

She relaxed and her shoulders seemed to be less tense than before.

"Well it's a small school there's only three hundred forty-eight students there, three hundred forty-nine if you include yourself"

"Wow that's a small school."

I was getting closer to asking her the question and at the same time finding out about the school I would soon be going to. The school I would be going to tomorrow. Absentmindedly I found myself thinking of what it would be like tomorrow. If Bella decided not to tell me today about whatever it was that was bothering her would it be possible for me to find out anything? But she would tell me I wouldn't do anything to hurt her and she knew it. This must be something pretty big.

"Yeah it is. The people there are…nice though. I was introduced to a lot of people."

I slightly laughed. I could picture my sister standing there in the middle of a big crowd feeling as awkward as I would, introducing herself over and over.

"So did they call you Isabella or Bella?"

"They kept on calling me Isabella but-"

"You corrected them!"

We both laughed at the realization that we finished each other's sentences. We hadn't done that since we were little. By this time we were sprawled out across the bed laughing and talking to each other the way we used to do before I was sent off to boarding school.

"I missed this you, you know."

I looked up at her a bit in shock, "What do you mean?"

"I missed being able to laugh and talk with you."

"Well I'm here now, and as cheesy as that sounds, it's true. So what have you got to tell me? Are you going to tell me why you're upset about school?"

She sighed and her shoulders stiffened up at the mention of the problem with school. But as the expression on her face changed I understood that she actually was going to tell me what happened.

"It's nothing big really more like something I can't figure out."

"Well why don't you tell me and I'll try to help you to the best of my abilities?"

"Okay then. Well everything at school was fine, just a lot of introductions and what not until I got to the lunch room. Everyone was talking and laughing on there own tables and from where I was sitting I could see the middle of the lunch room where they were sitting."

"They?"

From the way she said they it was clear that she was unsure about them; like she didn't know what exactly to think of them. This caught me off guard I don't think I would be able to understand until tomorrow at school when I would most likely see them.

"Yeah, their faces were so different, so similar, and they were inhumanly beautiful. And I was caught staring at one of them, Edward was his name. I had him in my biology 2 class and had to sit next to him. He gave me the weirdest look, and sat as far from me as he could like I was poisoned and I didn't do anything to him!"

At that last part I could tell that she was upset at the fact he was being like that to her when she didn't do anything.

"That's weird."

She nodded her head in agreement and I wondered if he would act like that to me too.

We didn't talk much after that and ended up going to bed earlier than I had expected. I slept in her room for the night; refusing Charlie politely when he offered me the guest room, which would eventually become mine. I wanted to spend the night in Bella's room.

My body was turned so that both of our backs were facing each other. I knew that wasn't all that was bothering her, but I was sure that for the most part she told me what was needed to be known. She knew I knew about her not telling me everything, that I was sure of.

She was still awake.

Over my shoulder I could see the irregularities in her breathing. She was thinking about him. About Edward, I think was his name.

Why was he so mean to her?

It made no sense for him to be that way towards Bella. I'm sure she had never met him before because I would have remembered him.

I woke up the next morning early and sweating. I had, had the worst…dream. I wasn't sure what you would call it. It wasn't a nightmare but it wasn't a dream either. I was in a dark room. I was back in Phoenix in the dance studio Bella and I used to go to when we were little. But it was like I wasn't there; almost like I was just looking in from a window.

Bella wasn't there. Someone else was. Someone I had never before in my life met. Bella and I were on the television set. It was our birthday party and mom was looking for us.

I was confused as I thought more and more about the dream. I've never had before and this was a bit unnerving to me. Bella was still in bed so I opened the door and shut it behind me quietly. There was no need to her to know about the dream, she didn't need to worry.

I showered and got dressed for school and by this time I realized it was only 5:30 in the morning.

Still time to cook some breakfast, I thought. I was up for anything that kept my mind off the dream, though there were times that the dream subconsciously slipped into my train of thought and I found myself beginning to panic. Sweat droplets would begin to form and my hands would start to shake.

Bella came down stairs ready for school just as I finished putting the extra food on the table. I offered her some and for most of breakfast we ate in silence; allowing my train of thought to wander and it scared me. I've never been so scared of a dream in my life. But there was something terrifying in his eyes. He had the eyes of an animal who's finally cornered it's prey and it scared me.

"Becca, are you okay?"

Startled I looked up at her and knew for sure that I was blushing. "Yes...I'm fine. I was just thinking about something, that's all."

"What were you thinking about?"

I knew she would press the matter just like I had down with her the night before. The cat—as they would say— was out of the bag. She knew I was hiding something and she wasn't going to stop asking me anytime soon.

"It…was just a dream. It was just so creepy that I can't stop thinking about it."

"Are you sure," She was slow to ask. "You can-"

"We're going to be late for school. We should hurry." I cut her off before she could ask me any more questions. I didn't understand the dream much myself if I were to involve her now, it would only make things more complicated. But I knew I had to tell her sooner or later.

I feared that if I didn't, she would be put in trouble as well as me.