A/N: Just a little idea that hit me on the head a few weeks ago and wouldn't leave me alone, so I decided to post it. Just a warning, I will be following the plot of Twilight but will be changing things around to suit my OC, most canon couples will be the same but there will be the exception here and there, obviously like Emmet and Rosalie no longer being together and with other people.

I do not own Twilight or any scenes/characters you may recognise, they belong to Stephanie Myer. I DO HOWEVER OWN ALL RIGHTS TO MY OC (ELLIE) AND ANYTHING IN THE PLOT YOU DO NOT RECOGNISE AND DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR IT TO BE COPIED OR USED AS SOMEONE ELSE'S WORK OR SKILLS. Stealing is bad so... Don't do it... Please...

Fairy tales. They're all the same. A ruggedly handsome guy meets a girl - usually a princess - whose beauty can not be rivalled, girl gets into trouble with some hideously ugly villain, guy comes for girl and defeats hideously ugly villain all the while swooping girl off of her tiny feet, and guy and girl proceed to run off into the sunset together living happily ever after. It's always the same: Good VS. Evil and good will always prevail and triumph over evil. That's what a fairy tale is.

But fairy tales don't exist. They are stories created to make children feel better about their lives, to give them something to believe in, give them false hope that nothing bad could ever happen to them.

Sorry kiddies, life doesn't work like that.

There is no handsome prince to save you from the fire-breathing dragon.

Chances are there will always be somebody more beautiful than you are in someone else's eyes.

Happily ever after is just a term used in stories, you will not be happy for the entirety of your life; you will have to endure hardships.

And sometimes… Well sometimes the villains win and the good guy will die.

I used to believe in fairy tales, to be quite honest I still did until about a years ago. Turns out that your night mares are more likely to come true than any fairy tale.

I learnt that the hard way.

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HAPPILY NEVER AFTER

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"Once upon a time

The world was sweeter than we knew

Everything was ours

How happy we were then

But somehow once upon a time

Never comes again"

Tony Bennett

CHAPTER ONE

Once Upon A Time

I don't think words can describe how much I loved Phoenix. Not only was it the heat that I loved. I loved my friends… I loved my dance classes and cheerleading and football games and shopping on the weekends before going to the beach and rollerblading down the sidewalk and swimming. Phoenix was my home and I really can't imagine; nor do I want to imagine how much I'm going to miss all of those things.

Which brings me to my current position.

"Ellie." I could feel something poking me in the side of my ribs roughly, rousing me from nightmares of rain and snow. THE HORROR! "Ellie!" A voice called again a little more roughly. I groaned and smacked out at it. "We don't have time for this Eleanor! We have to get going soon!"

Cold air rushed over me as my blankets were ripped away from me, I whimpered and curled into myself using my pillow to cover my head. You can't make me! I shouted in my head. Of course I knew that my dear sister wouldn't be able to hear me, but I knew she knew what I was trying to say. You know, it's a twin thing.

I heard her huff before mumbling a 'fine' under her breath before I heard her pivot and yell for Phil, yelling that I refused to get up. What a child! How dare she dob on me like a 5 year old! Oh the treachery!

Next thing I know I'm hearing deep chuckled from somewhere around me… And then I was wet. And not in the good way either.

I screeched before flopping around like a Magicarp and falling away from my mattress and onto the hard floor. I heard 2 sets of rambunctious laughter and another light giggling noise. I pushed my sopping strands of bright red hair away from my face to glare at the 3 figures standing above me. Traitors, the lot of them. My eyes fell onto my sisters form as she giggled from behind the protection of our mother, some protection.

"Goooooooooood morning dear sister mine!" I yelled at her, pouncing on her, rubbing my face against hers, and squeezing her tightly. She yelped from the sudden cold and tried to pry herself away from me yelling at me to get off. "Yea! Not so funny when it's you is it?!" I let her go and skipped down the hallway, calling over my shoulder and asking my mother when we had to leave. I nodded when she told me I had 35 minutes to get ready.

I took a quick shower, before I got out and got dressed into a pair of leggings and an old hoodie I had stolen from my ex boyfriend. I blow-dried my hair, pulled my red locks into a messy bun on the top of my head, and placed my feet into a pair of plain black flats. Nice and comfy for the plane ride. I shuddered at the thought; I hated flying with a passion.

I could do my makeup in the car; all I needed was a bit of eyeliner and mascara for today.

"Let's do this thing!" I shouted marching out of what used to be my home with my suitcase in tow. Bella was staring off into the distance, clutching the little cactus that mum and Phil had given her as a goodbye present, I got ear rings. I walked over to my sister and wrapped an around her small waist and bumping my hip against her own. So boney.

"I hate the rain." She mumbled to me. I smiled sadly as we looked over the house one more time. I nodded and hummed in agreement. I hated it to, but the things we were willing to do for our eccentric little mother to be happy.

I placed my hand into Bella's smaller and much paler one giving it a light tug towards the car, "Come on, let's get going before Phil loses his head." I winked at her. She gave me a watery smile and followed me into the car.

Saying goodbye to our mother was probably the hardest part of my day, the car ride had been full of laughs and memories, I was glad that mom had found Phil. He was an amazing guy and really good for her, he kept her a bit more grounded; which was a near impossible task.

I gave her a hug and a kiss, promising to call her at least every third day to let her know how everything was going and also that I would visit her soon and email any photos that I found significant to her.

I tried not to tear up but it was a hard task, the only person I loved in the world more than my mom was Bella, they were the single most important people in my life, don't get me wrong it's not like I don't love my dad or anything, but it's not like we're all that close, we talk maybe once every couple of weeks to a month and even then it's usually me that does all the talking while he tends to grunt and ask short questions and gives short answers, but that's just how he was. Bella was much the same as our father, not much of a talker or social person and liked to keep to herself and her books more often than not. While I was most like our mother, but not quite. I was a social butterfly; I had a large group of friends, my fair share of relationships. I liked going out – and by that I may or may not mean sneaking out – and going to parties every other weekend and getting drunk. I've had sex, I'd been high before and I can't count the amount of times I've had to bang on Bella's window and she would have sneak me in forcing me to bed and making sure I threw up quietly while she took care of me for the night. We were so similar yet so different for twins, if you wanted to go into it Bells and I are actually identical twins. We would look exactly alike if it weren't for the fact that I love being out in the sun and spray tans while she prefers to sit inside and become a ghost. Add onto the fact that I seemed to have gotten all the athletic jeans while she got the book smarts… and I dyed my hair…

But we worked together and balanced each other out pretty darn well if I may toot my own horn.

I gave Phil a quick hug as he kissed my forehead, jokingly warning him to take care of my mother or else I would hurt him. He just laughed and ruffled my hair before doing the same to Bella and shooed us on our merry way.

The next morning I woke up confused. I blinked and rubbed at my eyes taking in my surroundings. My heart started beating faster as the panic set in before I remembered where I was. I sighed and sat up looking around my new room, it was a baby pink in color with oak wood furniture. The bed was situated in the middle of the far wall underneath the window to the left of the bed there was a desk which held my laptop and books for school, next that was a bookshelf which held DVD's and my collection of books. On the other side there was a chest of drawers, a bedside table and the wardrobe, across from the bed and in the corner sat my lavender bean bag and in the middle of the wall directly across from my bed I had set up my TV, and both of my PlayStation consoles, a 3 and a 4.

I still had yet to unpack everything, I was far too tired after the early morning, the flight and then the 4 hour long trip to get to Forks which was rather strained and awkward if I'm being honest, I'm going to need some new friends around these parts, I can't be stuck with 2 socially awkward pandas all the time while I'm here. I rummaged through my drawers and wardrobe and pulled out what I deemed to be a decent first day of school outfit from what I actually had managed to unpack.

I showered, washed my hair, blow-dried, allowed it to fall into its natural long ringlets down my back and got dressed into a pair of light wash skinny jeans, a black tank top with a black crochet lace cardigan, black suede high top sneakers with fringes on the side. I decorated with my golden beaded bangles and hoop earrings with feathers dangling down. I put on my usual make up, which consisted of powder, eyeliner, mascara, gold shimmer eye shadow, blusher and clear lip-gloss. I placed my black felt fedora over my curls and winked at my reflection before skipping down the stairs and giggling to myself as Bella thumped from her room mumbling about me taking too long.

"Morning papa." I greeted swooping down to place a chaste kiss on my fathers cheek.

He grunted at me and continued to read his paper. I grabbed myself a piece of banana bread that was in the cupboard and some orange juice out of the fridge and munched away quietly until Bella came down the stairs almost tripping over the last one. We ate in silence and said goodbye to dad before hurrying off to school in Bella's… new… truck. I use the term new very loosely, the thing was a death trap on wheels and I did not feel comfortable in it at all. But for some god-awful reason, Bella absolutely adored it... I would really have to get my little bug sent over here soon.

As we pulled into the school parking lot I noticed that practically everybody was staring. Whether it was at us or the truck, I didn't know and I didn't really care to be perfectly honest. I heard the hushed whispers as we walked through towards the reception building but couldn't quite make out what they were saying. I just beamed at them all and waved to a few of the friendlier looking kids. Most of them smiled and waved back.

Bella however was practically clinging onto my cardigan and trying to make herself disappear into it, I wanted to snort and roll my eyes at her but decided against either. While I never had trouble fitting in and making friends in new situations, Bella had never had that ability and would hide like a turtle at any chance she could get when it came to interacting with strangers, she never had any friends back home, apart from me and mom but we don't really count as friends, but Bella had been content with that, happy to read the same 5 books over and over and over and over again. So I shook her off arm and grabbed hold of her hand like I did whenever she was nervous to which smiled at me gratefully.

"What would I do without you?" She whispered quietly, trying to be overheard by the prying eyes and ears of the Forks locals. I shrugged.

"Curl in on yourself and never get out of the car?" I suggested, laughing loudly at myself, I will admit, I may have done it for attention. Not that I really needed to try and draw attention to us, but I wanted to take some of the pressure off of Bella who tried with all her might to always stay out of the spot light.

The brunette in question looked torn between wanting to crawl into a hole and dying or being relieved because she knew exactly what I was trying to do.

We compared our schedules as we walked over to building 2 where the lockers were, ours were conveniently right next to each other's. We'd have first period English together, while she had Government, Trig then Spanish I had Home Ec, Calculus then gym before lunch and then after lunch we had Biology together and then she had gym while I went to Spanish.

Our English teacher Mr. Mason didn't do well at hiding his surprise when we'd handed him our pieces of paper the lady from reception had given us to give to all of our teachers to sign, he gawked in amazement at us both causing Bella to turn bright red and me to roll my eyes. Honestly, were we really that big of a deal? He didn't introduce us, but to be quite honest I don't think he really even needed to, and sent us straight to a pair of desks at the back of the room.

While Mr. Mason droned I looked down at the reading list, smirking to myself when I saw that everything that was on here we had already done back in Phoenix. Piece of cake, I still have my old essays on my laptop!

"You're Isabella and Eleanor Swan, right?" I heard a voice call from next to me after the bell rang. Standing there was a gangly Asian boy with black hair and awful acne was looking between us.

"Bella." My sister corrected shortly. This is why you don't have friends my dear…

I smiled at the boy and nudged at Bella, "Please, call me Ellie." He smiled back, I was surprised with how straight his teeth were.

"What's your next classes?" He asked, over excited one aren't you?

"Um, Government with Jefferson, in building six." Bella told him, shifting her weight from foot to foot while playing with the strap of her bag. I rolled my eyes at her again.

"I have Home Ec with Mrs. Stone in building four." His eyes lit up.

"I'm heading to building four as well, I could show you both the way.." He beamed, well aren't you just a helpful little cookie? "I'm Eric by the way." He added quickly.

"That would be lovely, thank you Eric. And it's nice to meet you." I smiled at him again, I nudged Bella, imploring her to say something to the boy.

"Thanks." She strained a smile at him. We'd have to work on that.