*DISCLAIMER: I absolutely LOVE twilight. This is just a story for fun that I thought up randomly one night while I was trying to sleep. It is very Anti-twilight but it's worth it. BTW, I own nothing. All props go to Stephenie Meyer*
Prologue
I never intended to move to Forks, Washington, and I mean NEVER! My life had to gone to hell after those bloody books came out, the stupid Twilight series. You have absolutely no clue how they have ruined my life. They are all everyone talks about- Bella and Edward this, or Jacob that, or "can you believe how hot everyone is". Gag me.
My name is Arabella Marie Swanson -and no, do NOT call me Bella-, and my father is Charles Swanson. Yes, I know what you're thinking... She's just like Bella from the books. Let me stop you right there. In no way, shape, or form am I like her. She's in love with a douche bag named Edward but she also is in love with a werewolf as well (she ends up marring the douche bag). But wait, those two idiots -who got married way to early in my opinion- have a demon child together and name her the most idiotic name in the entire world! Then they live happily ever after. Someone bring me a barf bag. Please!
Anyway back to my life. After my mother died from a rather horrific house fire, my father became a fire fighter. Ironic, huh? Any who, my father has been really busy with his job lately and said that he would be happier if I moved in with my Aunt Debbie. Which translates into: I have a new girlfriend, AGAIN, so leave me be so that we can have sex as much as we want without distractions-which is disturbing on so many levels. And that's fine and all because he is entitled to do whatever he wants. But the problem? My psycho bitch aunt lives in the hell-hole from which Twilight originates from... Forks, Washington.