Chapter 1 – Meet the Family
I was sitting in class when I first learnt that my parents were dead. I never really got along with my parents anyway, so their death wasn't as upsetting as you'd think. Later, I learnt that none of my direct family was exactly willing to take me in, apart from my cousins, the Newton family. I think no one wanted to take in a teenager who looks like one of those kids that are in and out of jail their whole life. Just because I like dark colors doesn't mean I'm emo and want to kill myself either.
So here I am, sitting on an airplane waiting to land. I don't remember my cousin Mike very well; I think I only met him once, when I was like, five? Yeah, I think it was around that age.
I don't mind that it's going to be raining nearly all the time in Forks, I was getting sick of the sun and the change of scenery (and weather) will be great. I'm going to miss Australia, but America should be fun. Thing that sucks the most is that the plane flights take forever.
We finally landed, when I realized that I had absolutely no idea whatsoever about what the Newton family looked like. Oh great, I'm looking for a group of strangers in an entire airport of strangers. Hmm…I could play 'Where's Wally', except minus the Wally part and add in Newton.
Okay let's see. Plan A: I wander around aimlessly and hope I find them. Plan B: I stand around looking like a lost puppy and hope they find me. Or Plan C, which is probably so ridiculous, it just might work. I grabbed my A3 size art book out of my bag and a thick permanent marker. Writing in large, neat letters, I wrote 'NEWTON' on the page and held it up high, hoping they could see me now.
It might attract some weirdo's, or it might work. I saw some people wave at me so I shoved my book back in my bag and walked over to them. Apparently, it worked, because the man looked remarkably similar to my father. The boy, who I am assuming is Mike, was looking at me funny. I decided to ignore him, for now, at least.
"Hi, are you the Newton's?" I asked quietly, internally cursing my small voice.
"Yes, we are. It's nice to see you again Naomi." The woman was very pretty, and I could see where Mike got his pale blonde hair from. Umm… what's her name…? Miranda! That's her name! I thought to myself, suddenly remembering. Miranda and Uncle Rob, though he didn't like being called 'Uncle'. He said it made him feel old.
Rob spoke up "It's been about eleven years since we last saw you. How have you been?"
"Alright, I 'spose, but what about you? How have you been?" I didn't like attention, but I could tell I would have a lot of it for quite some time, seeing as Mike was trying not to laugh at my Australian accent. I couldn't really talk though; I was having trouble keeping a straight face at their American accent.
So after the introductions and Miranda's failed attempts at small talk, we were on our way to the cozy little town of Fork. I must have fallen asleep on the back seat next to Mike, because the next thing I knew, some one was shaking me and telling me rather cheerfully "We're here!" Stupid overly happy people. I mean, being happy is a good thing, but not when you're like Mike and so happy it's just annoying.
"Rack off, Pac-man" I muttered, sleep slurring my words.
"Pac-man?" I laughed at his confused expression, and decided to grace him with my reasons. "You are bright, and you have a big mouth. Learn to use an inside voice"
"Oh" was the response I got, and he still looked slightly confused. I could tell I would have fun messing with him. I got out of the car, grabbed one of my bags while Mike took the other, and walked up to the front door, following my cousin. The inside of their house was rather nice, although I didn't really take much notice as I just wanted to go back to sleep.
"Hey Mike," I asked sleepily, "Where do I put my stuff?"
"Follow me." I obliged, as Mike lead me down the hallway, and into a small, plain room. Note to self: remember to ask if I can redecorate my room. Up against the wall was a single bed which I happily fell onto, curled up into a ball and fell asleep, still fully dressed.
"Uh, I'll just leave your bag here" Mike muttered uncertainly as he backed out of the room, switching of the light.
The next morning, I opened my eyes to a surprise. Rain! Well, I suppose it's not that surprising. I swung my legs out of bed and stood up just so my face could meet the floor. I looked down at my legs to see they were tangled in the bed sheets and one shoe managed to stay on. After I had escaped the evil sheets and removed the single shoe, I opened one of my bags and got out another set of clothes and left my room to search for the bathroom. Unfortunately, the first room I came across was Mike's room. Unfortunately for him, that is.
"Mikey! Time to wake up!" I sang, walking around the clothes and various other things that lay scattered on his floor.
"Ugh go away" He growled, turning away from me. Oh goodie, this will be fun. People that aren't morning people are always fun to annoy.
"Oh come on Mike!" I whined playfully "Do you really want a surprise awakening in the next ten minutes?" I could go with the classic iced water, or get some of my music and put it in his CD player. Yeah I think I'll go with that one. I walked back to my room, making sure to remember which room was his. Dropping my clothes on the floor, I went to my bag and grabbed a Strung Out CD, then waltzed back into his room. I opened his CD player, interested in what he'd listen to. It was empty. Huh, oh well, I'll ask later. Placing the disc inside, I set it to the song 'Analog' and moved the conveniently small thing so it was right beside his ear.
"Good morning" I murmured softly and turned it up loud enough to scare him, but not wake up his parents. Several things happened when the music blasted out of the speakers.
Firstly, Mikes eyes shot open at an alarming speed. Secondly, his reaction to the sound was to get away from it, thus causing him to fall out of his bed and yelp as he hit the floor. And lastly, I got a death glare (which I blatantly ignored) for waking up a non-morning person at the 'ridiculous early hour of the morning.'
"Great to see you awake Mike!" I exclaimed happily as I switched off the CD player just as it started to enter the first verse.
"Aren't you happy today" Mike mumbled angrily under his breath but I managed to catch what he said.
"I need your help. Last night I didn't get to check out the house so I don't know where anything is and I need to have a shower"
"Why couldn't you have just gone for a look?" He was irritated but I didn't take much notice.
He sighed, and said "Two doors on the left."
"Thank you" I said gratefully as I left the room, closing the door on my way out.
I walked silently back to my room to collect my clothes again, which consisted of a black tank top, a pair of baggy jeans and a pair of black fuzzy socks, before making my way to the bathroom. The walls were a light shade of blue, and the room was a little on the small side. The shower was a tiny cubicle, and it looked like you could barely move in there.
Ah well, I thought to myself, It could be worse. After the shower I walked down into the kitchen, and raided the fridge. I felt like having pancakes, they're always good.
The smell of my cooking must have woken up Miranda because when I turned around with a fresh pancake she was leaning against the kitchens entrance watching me.
"Hello Miranda. You're up early" I said in my soft voice.
"Good morning, Naomi. You're up early too." She smiled at me politely, and I smiled back. "I didn't think you would wake up this early. I'm so used to having to wake up Mike I wondered whether or not I'd have to wake you up too." I laughed and placed the pancake on a clean plate.
"Nah, I'm a morning person" I said as I watched Miranda out of the corner of my eye. I think she thought I was another one of 'those teenagers who just want attention.' I'm not, but people need to give them a break. I mean, come on, have they ever even thought that maybe, just maybe, they have a reason for doing what they do? That it's not because they want attention?
My thoughts were interrupted by Mike stumbling into the kitchen.
"Those smell good; I'm taking this." He swiped the plate of fresh pancakes (which had about four on it) and walked back out of the kitchen and into the dining room. Miranda wasn't happy with her son's rude behavior and was about to scold him when I jumped in.
"Don't worry about it Mike." To his mother I said "I woke him up about an hour ago and pestered him a little, so he I suppose he deserves to be a bit rude."
"'A little' is an understatement" I heard Mike grumble from his seat at the table. I laughed and looked up at the clock. 7:15, wow, that means I woke up around 6. No wonder mike was annoyed with me. Oh well he'll get over it.
"You two have school tomorrow. So Mike, I would like you to show Naomi around town later." Miranda thinks that might be a good idea, but I could see Mike didn't.
A/N: Hello, this is my first fanfic so please review.
ps. this is about a month before Bella arrives but she will be here soon I promise