*Disclaimer* I do not own Twilight…*sniffs*
Chapter One
My name is Isabella Black, but I like to be called Bella or BB. My father's name is Billy Black.
My father left me in an adoption agency one month after my mother died giving birth to twins. Me and my brother. She had had enough time to name us before she fell asleep and never woke up. His name was Jacob Lee Black and mine was Isabella Marie Black.
I never got adopted permanently because people tended to not like my attitude, my personality, my looks, and me in general. I was "different", evidently. When I did get adopted, I never stayed more than a week at someone's house.
So I was in the same adoption agency for 16 years. Sure, I had left it to go shopping for the agency because I was the oldest there. But that was it.
As soon as I turned 16, I told the agents that I was done. I walked out of the front doors and never looked back.
Personally, I think that they got so sick and tired of me and my attitude that they were glad to see me go.
As I walked, no, traveled would be more precise. As I traveled, I met a lot of nice people who were glad to take me under their wing. I never stayed more than a week, maybe two weeks tops if I liked the family.
I was on a mission to find my father.
And here I am, in a tank top and cut-off jeans that the last couple gave me a few hours ago, so they were fairly clean, at the La Push forest line facing the Ouiluete High School, watching my father teach a class. I went up to the front doors and walked in. I walked to the Front Office so I could sign in.
I opened the door and a woman's head popped up.
"Good afternoon. I'm Mrs. Salvatore. How can I help you today?"
"Hi. My name is Isabella Black." Her eyes widened after I said that. "I'm here to see Billy Black. Personal business," I added, before she had a chance to speak.
"Of course, Ms. Black. Just sign here please." She handed me a pen and a clipboard that held the visitors names. I signed and handed it back to her.
"There you go, Mrs. Salvatore. There is no need to show me where Mr. Black is at."
"Yes, ma'am. Have a good day." I nodded and walked out.
I walked to my father's classroom and knocked softly, but loud enough for someone to hear it. One of the students opened the door and sat back down.
The kid called to a man sitting at a desk in the front of the room. "Mr. Black, someone's at the door for you."
He looked up and said, "Thank you, Jacob." His gaze shifted to me. He froze.
"Good afternoon. Are you Billy Black?" I asked even though I knew the answer.
"Yes, I'm Billy Black. Can I help you?" He asked me, his voice wavering slightly, after a moment or two.
"Yes, you can. Can we talk, please?" I glanced at Jacob, who was listening and looking at me with confusion. "In private?" He blushed and looked down at his work. I looked back at Billy.
He nodded. "How about after school? Say about 2:50?"
I glanced at the clock. It read 2:40 p.m. 10 minutes.
"Okay, I'll be in the office." I turned and started to walk out the door.
"Wait." Billy called. I turned back to him. "What's your name?" He asked.
I debated for a few seconds. Should I tell him? Why not? He deserves to know who I am.
"Isabella." I said, thoughtfully. I looked back at Jacob, who, once again, was listening and looking at me. "Isabella Black."
His face registered shock and so did our father's, when I looked back at him before I turned and walked out the door and to the office.
When I reached it, I opened the door and sat down at one of the chairs. I took out my IPOD, which was in my pocket, and turned it on.
The first song that came on was Jesus Take The Wheel by Carrie Underwood.
She was driving last Friday on her way to Cincinnati Fifty miles to go and she was running low She had a lot on her mind and she didn't pay attention She saw both their lives flash before her eyes Jesus, take the wheel I'm letting go It was still getting colder when she made it to the shoulder And for the first time in a long time I know I've got to change Jesus, take the wheel I'm letting go Oh Jesus, take the wheel So give me one more chance
On a snow white Christmas Eve
Going home to see her Mama and her Daddy
With the baby in the backseat
On faith and gasoline
It'd been a long hard year
She was going way too fast
Before she knew it she was spinning
On a thin black sheet of glass
She didn't even have time to cry
She was so scared
She threw her hands up in the air
Take it from my hands
Cause I can't do this on my own
So give me one more chance
To save me from this road I'm on
Jesus, take the wheel
And the car came to a stop
She cried when she saw that baby in the backseat
Sleeping like a rock
She bowed her head to pray
She said I'm sorry for the way
I've been living my life
So from now on tonight
Take it from my hands
Cause I can't do this on my own
So give me one more chance
To save me from this road I'm on
Oh, I'm letting go
Save me from this road I'm on
From this road I'm on
Jesus, take the wheel
Oh, take it, take it from me
Oh, why, ooh
I was a huge country fan.
I listened to a couple more Carrie Underwood songs before Billy came and got me.
"Isabella?" I looked over to the office door and saw Billy standing there, waiting for me. I turned off my IPOD and got up to walk over to him.
"Yes?"
"Come on." I followed him back to the room. I stopped short when I saw Jacob in the room, doing his homework. I looked over to Billy.
"He has a right to know." He said.
"So, you know?" I asked him, quietly. "And he doesn't?"
"You look so much like Sarah." I'm guessing Sarah was my mother's name. "Your eyes are like mine, though. Jacob's like you but opposite. He has Sarah's eyes, but my face." He told me, just as quietly. "He always asked if he had a twin. I always told him no."
"Come on. Let's tell him." I said to Billy, taking his hand and squeezing it before letting go. He threw me a quick smile. I gave him one back.
He opened the door and went in. I followed. Jacob looked up and waited for us to sit down. As soon as we did, he asked me, "Who are you?" I looked at him, meeting his eyes.
"Jacob…" Billy warned.
"No Billy. Let me handle this. He needs to hear it from me." I told him, not looking away from Jacob. I heard Billy sigh and sit down.
"Has the attitude of her mother, too." He mumbled. I smirked.
"Jacob, do you remember your mother?" I asked him.
"Vaguely. I remember dad saying that she died from an illness about a month or two after I was born." I felt a pang of hurt pass through me as he said this. "Why?"
"Well, Jacob, ou-your- mother's death wasn't entirely true." He looked confused. "Billy lied to you. Your mother didn't die from an illness. She died about a hour or two after giving birth to twins. A boy and a girl. Their names were Jacob Lee Black and…" I took a deep breath and hesitated. "Isabella Marie Black." I told him.
Shock crossed his face. It went away and was quickly followed by full blown anger towards Billy and mainly me.
I knew how he felt. I would be angry too if a long lost sibling came up to me saying your their and your father lied to you about your mother's death.
But I had no idea how angry he was. He was angry enough to start shaking.
But I needed to have him clamed down if he wanted to hear my story.
"Jacob." I put my hand on his arm. His shaking grew. "Jacob, stop it!" I said. I was angry now. I was shaking, just like Jacob.
The anger I had when I was in the agency, when I was rejected by families just because I was different, and the anger I felt when my best friends left me in that awful adoption agency, all came at me at once. My rage kept building and building.
I was aware that Billy was yelling in his cell phone, yelling at whoever he was talking to, to get their butts down here. After he hung up, he pulled me and Jacob out the classroom door, out the school doors, and into the forest line that I came out of to go to the school.
He kept pulling us and pulling us, until finally we got to a meadow. When we entered it, I snapped. My rage made me snap. I felt intense pain. I doubled over and screamed in agony.
All of a sudden, I exploded into a…
Wolf?????