In the days before my wedding, I would go into the clearing and just sit, thinking on my life so far. I would reminisce about the events that led up to this moment.

I wasn't proud of them all but I wouldn't change any of them for the world.

But I guess I'm getting a bit ahead of myself, aren't I? Maybe I should start at the beginning.

I'm going to skip the trauma of my past. My parents died in a car accident and I was the only survivor. After everything was settled, I was brought up to Forks, Washington to live with my Uncle Charlie and his daughter, Bella.

Notice how I didn't call her my cousin? Well, that's because we don't really get along. That's an entirely different matter, though. I know you're wondering why, but you'll know more about it as this story goes on.

Where was I? Oh yeah! I had just moved to Forks. Bella had broken up with her boyfriend, Edward and picked Jacob. I know, crazy right?

I mean, Jacob is cute in his own way, I guess. If you like the 'following you around like a puppy' type. Personally? I think their whole 'lovey dovey' thing is disgusting, but I'm getting off track again.

Bella wasn't very thrilled with the fact that I was coming to live with them. I wasn't either, but I was grateful that my Uncle came to my rescue. I would have slit my own wrists than have to live with my Dad's side of the family. (Long story short they are a bunch of alcoholics).

He had come all the way down to Indiana to get me, which I thought was really nice. But as soon as I got into the house, Bella was seething. I guess she liked being the center of attention. I didn't really care, I just set out to get my room in order.

Let's fast forward through all the boring stuff. Soon it was Charlie's birthday and I wanted to get him something special. I wanted to pay him back for everything he had done for me since my parents died.

I'd found an antique shop in town and purchased a pool table for him. It was beautiful. Dark blue felt, mahogany wood with intricate carvings. Pretty much a pool table fit for a king.

Unknown to me, the Cullens actually owned that shop, and Esme ran it. The kids helped her with deliveries. She agreed to let me make payments on it at a very agreeable rate. I was overjoyed and thanked her many times.

While checking out, I couldn't help but notice a beautiful locket with an interesting looking crest engraved into it. When I asked her about it, she gave me the history on it. It was from the Matriarch of a very prestigious family.

She told me that a man had given it to a woman he loved but she hadn't accepted it. Instead she had chosen another. The story sounded familiar but I pushed it from my mind. When I asked to purchase it, she heartily agreed.

We discussed delivery and I was shocked she would let me have it without paying off the full amount. She admitted it wasn't the usual practice but she trusted me. Shrugging it off, we finished the conversation and I left.

Later that day, the boy I knew as Edward came over with his sister Alice. After he awkwardly introduced us, they both began the unloading process. I led them down into the basement, Edward on the dolly and Alice leading him.

I offered to help them but they both refused. As they set it up, Alice chattered on about a number of things. I just listened quietly, thinking to myself that she was odd. Edward chuckled and I blinked at him, thinking that maybe the whole family was odd.

Before they left, Alice slipped me her number and said that we would be fast friends. I couldn't help but smile and nod, waving goodbye to them as they left.

Alice and I texted on and off for a few weeks, usually just making small talk. Imagine my surprise when she told me that she wanted me to come over for a sleep-over.

I sat back and stared at my phone. Was that even legal? Bella was my cousin! I couldn't just go to her ex's house for a sleep-over with his sister...right? Biting my lip, I told her I didn't think it was a good idea.

She brushed it off and told me to just come. Shrugging, I packed an overnight bag and left for their house, following the directions she gave me.

When I entered their house, I had no idea what was in store. Who knew that this would be when my life began?

I am Zoe Reynolds, and this is my story.