Okay, so I've gone a new direction with things. I'm still 100% dedicated to my other Fanfiction and it's sequel, but I just had to start this because this great plot has been bouncing around in my creative mind for the last week or so.
I'm sure there are others like this, but...oh well, this might be a little boring at first, but you need to see what Danica's life is like before the story really takes off.
Thanks!
Disclaimer: I do not own twilight, or Edward's sexy sparkles.
Ch.1: Forks
The rain was thundering against my window lightly when we pulled up to the old house, my annoying older brother kicking the back of my seat out of spite for not getting to sit up front, and as we looked at the place we'd be living at from now on, my younger sister let out a groan.
I think my father was running as far from civilization as possible, that's the only reason someone in their right mind would choose this small, boring town of Forks, Washington.
My father was a construction worker and male nurse, so not only did he get to use his construction skills to fix up this piece of work; he had taken a position at the only hospital around here, how homely.
Mother was a word of the past for us and always had been, she had run off to the circus right after my younger sister Angie could walk. My mother was now a trapeze artist for one of the traveling circuses, I couldn't stomach seeing her and she had married her new partner, so maybe that's why dad forced us out to nowhere.
"Here we are kids, home sweet home," My dad smiled.
"Home sweet home was back in St. Petersburg, Florida, dad," My brother Daemon huffed.
I rolled my eyes as I got out of the car and pulled my hood tightly around my face to shield myself from the cold drizzle, I was used to rain, but here in Forks, it was pretty much the only weather you'd ever see.
"Well, you guys all start high school together tomorrow," My dad tried to ease the conversation.
"Yeah, one more year and I can go back and go to USF or FU," My brother laughed.
Apparently he thought he was being funny by saying the letters f and u as a university; immature.
"You're so lucky Daemon, I have four!" Angie groaned.
I grabbed my things from the back as they bickered at each other about the school that I would be a junior at, the living situation, and how much they hated the weather, I couldn't stand it.
I was always the quiet one, never really talking much, my mom had been the same way before the anti-depressants she started taking kicked in, that's when the circus whispered her name alluringly I suppose.
I lugged my suitcase from the back of my fathers minivan and carried it as fast, and far away, from them as I could – sticking the rusted key into the handle, and stepped through the threshold of our ancient home.
The boards creaked gently as my warm boots stepped over them and the house was filled with the fading scent of wet paint, the place was small yet somehow it wasn't that bad.
I tugged my scarf gently off of my neck and set it on the back of the couch that sat in the living room across from the 32' inch television; my dad's pride and joy. My dad had made sure to furnish all the rooms in the house before we could see it; we had to stay with my grandmother in North Carolina for a week so he could.
I smiled as I walked through the living room and towards the gleaming maple banister, dad had been busy while he was gone, already starting the construction.
I gripped my suitcase in one hand and made the short ascent up the stairs towards where our rooms would be, luckily we each had our own rooms; back in Florida I shared a room with Angie.
I didn't know exactly where our rooms would be, so when I reached my destination, I walked casually and peeked into each opened room.
The first room I stumbled upon, tripping into it because of my terrible balance, was a dark blue room with black everything; Daemon's room.
The second room was girly with white walls and a bright pink accent wall, cheerleading equipment and bows everywhere; Angie's room.
I took a deep breath as I rounded the corner to what had to be my room and I felt the breath stick in my throat, it was more than perfect.
There was a light blue area rug with brown trim on the floor and rich mahogany furniture took up the majority of the room. Brown curtains with duck egg blue damasks framed the window and my comforter set had the same pattern. My laptop sat conveniently on top of the desk in front of the window, but what caught my attention more then anything was the huge bookshelf that took up the entire wall opposite of the window.
I dropped my suitcase and walked over to the bookshelf and smiled happily. I ran my fingers over some of the familiar bindings that belonged to my favorite books, Wuthering Heights, Pride and Prejudice, but a single book with a huge red bow caught my eye.
I walked to the end of the bookshelf and snatched it up- walking back to sit on my bed; my dad had gotten me a gift. A silvery title, Twilight, was sprawled at the top of the spine, and the cover had two pale arms and a shiny red apple, simple yet elegant.
"I thought you would like it," My dad said; arms crossed in my doorway.
I jumped at the sound of his voice and placed my hand unmistakably over my erratic heart.
"Dad," I said, "Of course, thanks."
I was a girl of few words, but dad understood that.
"That book is supposed to be a good one," My dad said; pointing to the book cradled in my arms, "it's about a girl who moves to Forks, I thought it was fitting and you could relate."
I let out a small laugh and smiled warmly at my father, Mike. He had dark brown hair that was fading on the top of his head and a small moustache sat on his upper lip, I never realized how old my father was truly beginning to look until now.
"Well, I'll leave you to enjoy it," My dad said quickly; patting my knee, "Dinner's going to be ready in about an hour."
"Okay," I sighed, "I'll be there."
"Oh, and Danica," My dad's voice dropped to a whisper, "no reading out loud."
I simply nodded at the last part, I knew the rules well. When you read a bedtime story to your younger cousin and somehow grumpy the dwarf ends up in your bathtub with your uncle, rules get set pretty quickly.
I don't know how I ended up with this strange thing that was wrong with me, reading stories out loud and making the characters come to life, because no one in my family was able to do this, it was a secret between my dad and me though, to keep the rest of the family from thinking of me as a freak.
My dad closed the door quietly behind him and I pulled my dark brown hair out of the pony tail it was in and shook it out around me, kicking off my boots and laying down on my stomach to start reading my book.
The first few pages of the book consumed me and soon the main character Bella had me wrapped around her finger in no time. It was weird how much of the little things I had in common with this girl in the book, I almost felt like I was reading a story about me.
The way she described her physical appearance matched me dead on, brown hair and brown eyes, pale, and she was clumsy and quiet as well. I was a good cook and I often cooked for my siblings, but dad liked to cook just as much as me. I wasn't thrilled about Forks either, I blushed very easily, and she liked books too; I felt like we would be best friends if she were real.
I was getting into her first day of school when my dad called upstairs for everyone to come down for dinner. I placed the book reluctantly on my night stand and adjusted my green v-neck sweater that was slightly rumpled from shifting into different reading positions.
I pushed up my sleeves as I made my way to the top of the stairs when I tripped over my own feet and knocked Daemon off balance, causing him to almost fall down the stairs.
"Seriously Dani, do you have to be so clumsy?" He asked harshly.
He wiped his hands on his skinny jeans and did his typical Daemon Weston hair flip before walking down the stairs angrily, my sister pushing her way past me as if I didn't exist; family was great.
I sighed softly and then tried my second attempt at going down the stairs without tripping or falling, luckily I succeeded this time around.
The smell of chicken and green beans filled the air and I took the seat right of where my dad was sitting and left of Angie because I liked to put as much space between Daemon and I as possible.
"Smells good, Dad," I smiled.
My dad looked over his shoulder and threw me his toothy grin, showing the crows feet around his eyes from smiling so much.
"Daddy's girl," Daemon hissed; Angie laughed like his evil accomplice.
I shrunk down in my seat blushing as I let my hair fall down creating a curtain between my siblings and I, wrapping my arms tightly around my waist.
Dinner was mostly eaten in silence – other than the casual attempts my father tried to make at conversation, but Angie and Daemon quickly shut him down, I just remained silent.
The move was hard on all of us, Angie lost her champion cheerleading squad, Daemon lost his girlfriend and band, and I lost the beach; my quiet thinking place. I sighed to myself as I scooped in the last bite of green beans before taking my plate to the sink and washing it off, we didn't have a dishwasher.
"Before you all make your ways back to your caves, come outside, close your eyes," my dad said brightly.
As we always did with the surprises dad tended to lay down on us, I cupped my hand over Angie's eyes, Daemon clasped his rudely over mine, and dad put his over Daemon's and led us outside.
"Release," My dad commanded.
We all released our holds from each other and gasped in decent unison.
"No way dad, you rock!" Daemon shouted; clapping dad on the back.
Sitting next to the minivan was an older Toyota Celica, black of course for Daemon.
"Now Angie, you'll get a car next year of course," My dad put his hands on a brooding Angie's shoulders.
I peered around the Celica to see an older truck with chipping blue paint, a dodge ram from the looks of it. I hated getting emotional, but this touched me in a way, it was old and antique looking, I loved antiques.
"Dad," I whispered, "you shouldn't have done this, it's too much."
"Nonsense Danica, you turn seventeen next week, it's an eighty-three, and I bought it off an older man from town." My dad replied, "Daemon's car was the one that was too much."
"I'm riding with Daemon, I will not be seen in that monstrosity," Angie said; laughing at my truck.
I became slightly defensive and I began to feel even more like Bella who had her older truck too from the story, my cheeks turned a crimson red.
"I'm surprised she didn't choke on such a big word," I said quietly; Daemon laughed loudly.
"That was actually a good one Dani," Daemon lightly smacked me on the arm, "don't worry Angie, I've got you covered."
Angie stuck her tongue out at me before walking back indoors with Daemon snickering, I walked over to the truck to admire it some more and then decided to go back inside after thanking my dad one more time.
I was back upstairs and about to head to my room when I heard Daemon and Angie talking lowly in Daemons room, I stopped dead in my tracks at the mention of my name.
"I know, she's going to ruin us," Angie said quietly, "she's such an outcast, and everyone I knew made fun of her in Florida."
"I feel bad for her really," Daemon replied, "Dani's never had any friends, she's such a hermit."
I wiped away the mist forming in my eyes and then ran to my room, closing the door gently behind me.
I grabbed the book laying on my nightstand and threw myself down on my bed once more to consume myself with Bella's life, maybe she would do better than me so far. I began to lose myself in this dreamed up world of Forks, but I was about to do something that would change everything for me in this little town, I felt myself breaking the rules when she described the main male of the story, Edward.
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- Keely