I do NOT own Twilight I only own my OC's and some of the characters I'm adding. Everything along with the other characters belong to Stephanie Meyers. Oh and not a crossover with Karate Kid. Also this story takes place a little before Twilight begins but with a change Bella never got together with Edward but they are friends and she is Jacob Black's boyfriend, and she moved before Twilight began so to speak.

It was pouring rain. Not exactly a surprise for Forks, Washington because apparently they get a lot of rain, and very little sunshine. Well all I have to say is how dull. I sighed as we passed the sign that said 'Welcome to Forks'. You must be wondering why I'm so upset? Well let's see, my mom, dad, and I have to leave our home in Scotland and come to this dull place all because dad got transferred to the hospital here. You see my dad is a surgeon and owns a karate dogo, and yet he somehow manages to do all the things he loves; and manage to eat and sleep (somehow having enough too). He was also my private karate sensei, he wanted to train me because and I quote "You know how dangerous it is out there, I want you to be prepared" is his excuse. Though of course I don't mind because one I get free lessons, and two I finally get a chance to enter karate tournaments. I had looked online and was surprised when I found out that every year Forks hosted a karate tournament for brown belts or higher, which was lucky for me because I was a brown belt. That was pretty much the only reason I was "happy" to be going is because in Scotland they didn't have tournaments, sure they had competitions and stuff like that, but never a national tournament.

"Oh come on sweetheart, stop being so doom and glum." dad said from the driver seat.

"Dad you pulled me out of school in the middle of my junior year, how exactly am I supposed to be happy about that?" I asked, the Scottish accent clearly showing in my voice.

You see my mom was from Scotland and my dad was from Italy, and when my dad was transferred to Scotland that was how he met my mom. I inherited more of my mom's side, because I have slightly pale skin (but not unhealthy looking), straight black hair the stopped an inch above my shoulders (one trait I inherited from my dad) , brown eyes (another trait courtesy of my dad), and a healthy skinny pear shaped body.

"Oh come on dear, I know it's hard, but it's not like you're leaving anyone behind, maybe at this high school you'll meet new friends." my mom said.

"Gee thanks a lot." I mumbled.

"Oh you know what I mean." my mom said.

Let's just say I didn't have very many friends at my old school because half of them were Americans and would make fun of me because of my accent and because they couldn't understand me. We pulled up to a two story house and mom said "Ah home sweet home."

The house was painted a grayish green color, on the second floor there was a small balcony that got a good view of the forest next to it, and we had no garage just a driveway. All of the houses looked just like this one, with the exception of a couple of roofs that were dark brown. I opened the door and unfolded the umbrella before getting out. I grabbed my suitcase and kept it underneath the umbrella as I waited for my parents to get out.

"There's only one thing I hate about this town." dad mumbled as he stepped into a puddle.

"Oh come on Eric, I'm sure that this is temporary." mom said, always looking at the 'bright side' as she called it.

My dad Eric Holloway always tended to be sarcastic, but also knew how to be serious when he needed to be. Dad gave mom a look and said "Beileag, this rain happens almost 24/7."

"Come on Ishbel you agree with me don't you?" mom asked me, as they got the bags out of the trunk.

"I agree with dad." I said.

"Oh alright fine you both always do that."

"Do what."

"You know exactly what. You and Eric are always ganging up on me."

Once they got the bags we went inside. The walls were painted red, and the floors were made of tiles, and looked like they needed a good scrubbing. The kitchen was medium sized, enough room to move around, but only two people would be able to be in there at one time, and there was a small brown table.

"Well I think we can all agree that this house needs some home touches." mom said.

My dad and I nodded agreeing with her.

"Well this house isn't going to clean itself." dad said.

"Um mom, it's late and we might want to save it for tomorrow, I doubt that cleaning and supplies stores are going to be open at 9:00 at night." I countered there idea.

Dad looked at his cell phone and said "Good point, well lets call it a night and well go to breakfast tomorrow before seeing what else needs to be done with the house. Oh and Ishbel you start school next week so we'll also have to go get some school supplies as well."

We went upstairs and I headed to my room, the one with the balcony. My room had just a mattress bed that looked comfortable enough for now, and also a window that faced the street and a desk.

"Well here's another room that needs a fix." I muttered.

I changed into a pair of cotton pajamas, black pants with red roses, and a matching button up top. I then noticed that I had my own bathroom. It was small but nice. I brushed my teeth, did my business, and went to bed.