I posted this story on Quizilla a while ago under the name account name Cellphoneperson7. This is the same story, but I edited it some and took out some parts and chapters I viewed as unnecessary. If you wish to view the original, it's still on Quizilla, but I was kind enough to bring it to you all new and fresh. :] hehe, I guess I'm full of myself. Anyway, I made up my own werewolf/shape shifter in this story because I originally didn't want to tweak the original story line, but I decided that I might have to make minor changes instead. All regular pairings! This story takes place after New Moon. Please enjoy and feel free to offer any criticism.

I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT. I only own the plot of this story and the original characters I have created.

…My phone.

I had forgotten my phone. The second most important piece of gadgetry that I never leave the house without (my iPod's first). I can't believe it. When I was asked if I had everything, I forgot to check to see if I had my cell phone. This was by far the worst week of my life.

First, my uncle, who I live with, got fired from his job. I'm not sure what for, but then again, he never liked to work too hard. I suppose that his boss finally got the brains to fire him. What a smart guy.

Then, to top that off, I got expelled from school. How was I supposed to know that when we dissect frogs, it's natural for them to have occasional muscle spasms even when dead? My frog's leg kicked and I flung that frog across the room while screaming "Zombie!" The frog hit my biology teacher's face and even broke his glasses. Stupid biology teacher for wearing cheap glasses.

And then the school that I was supposed to go to next burnt down. That just goes to show that if you smoke weed in the bathroom, make sure that you don't throw away a lit match in a trash can filled with paper.

So Henry, my uncle, decided to move me in with his ex-brother-in-law, Charlie. I wished that I could've lived with my aunt, but she and her new husband are traveling around playing minor league baseball. Here's the keyword: MINOR! It's not as important as Major, so why bother traveling around for it? Maybe they have no life.

I always did like visiting my aunt more than my uncle. I mean, I have no blood relation to Charlie. We're not even the same race; not that that matters. I just hope that people won't find it weird having a Mexican boy living with a white man and his daughter. I hope that Forks isn't some hick-town. I've asked around and none of my friends have any idea of what it is. A city? A suburb? A trailer park?

Henry sighed. "Please try to make the best of it Myren," he told me.

That's my name: Myren. My parents had tried to combine the names Michael and Darren together, but instead they wound up with a name that sounds like "siren." My mother died during my birth and my father shot himself on my third birthday. My older brother, Rick, calls me the Life-Ruiner because before my birth, everyone in the family was happy. My parents were still alive, Rick wasn't blind, my uncle didn't have to put up with us, my sister Raven wasn't raped, and my aunt didn't leave Henry for his mother. My father shot himself because he said that every time he looked in my eyes, he saw my mother, and so he hated me for that. He had even told me to my face that the worst day of his life was the day I was born and that he wished that Mom had gotten an abortion like he told her to when they found out that she was pregnant. My father had turned to drinking and got drunk one night. He then took drain cleaner and poured it on Rick's eyes as he held him down, causing Rick to go blind. My father had told me that it was all really my fault because me killing Mom led him to drink which led him to blind Rick which then led him to kill himself on my birthday: ruining the first and only birthday party I had. Once I started middle school, I needed help on my math, so Henry hired a tutor. Raven was visiting us from UCLA that week. My tutor turned out to be a previously convicted sex offender, who raped Raven and fled the country immediately afterwards, so there was no trial yet. After that, she dropped out of college and moved in with Henry. She says that because I wasn't smart enough in math meant that I had to hire someone to rape her so that her hopes and dreams would be crushed, making me feel better. When she moved in, Aunt Sandra, Henry's ex-wife, turned lesbian and married Henry's mother, who is my grandmother. I have no idea why that's my fault too, but everyone says it is.

I can't wait until I'm done with high school and move away to start college. I'm a sophomore now, so I don't have that long. When I move, I'm going to go to a college somewhere far away, like London or Tokyo. That way, I can escape all the negativity and hatred feelings that my own family puts towards me. Well, I think that Rick is stupid and should just get an eye-transplant. Raven should actually get off the couch and get a job instead of blaming me for all of her failures. Henry should make sure that the next time he gets married, the woman isn't a lesbian. None of these things are my fault, but yet everyone likes to say they are just because they're too stuck up to admit their mistakes.

My plane landed in Seattle, with a ten minute delay. Henry said it was because I took too long walking to the terminal. On second thought, maybe it was a good idea to have lost my phone. He can't call me now, unless he calls Charlie.

I got off and walked out of the security gate and into the baggage claim. I grabbed my three suitcases (I have a lot of stuff) and waited outside by the entrance. Maybe Charlie will pull around and pick me up in his police cruiser. I hope not. How horrible would it be being seen getting into a police car at an airport? No thank you. Hopefully he has another car, like a Mustang, or a Ferrari, or a Lamborghini!

Just then this really old red Chevy came and parked in front of me.

Please God, if you love me, this person would be asking me for directions. The driver, a teenage girl, rolled the passenger window down and popped her head out. "Myren?" she asked.

Crap! "Yes," I responded, wondering how much a ticket back to Henry's cost

"I'm Bella, you're cousin," she said. "Just put your bags in the back and hop in."

I'd like to slap you across your ugly face with my bag! "Okay." I rolled all three of them towards the back and, with a lost of strain, put them in the bed of the truck. I then sat in the truck next to Bella.

She started driving off. "So…how long is it to Forks?" I asked.

"About forty minutes," she responded.

Forty minutes? I have to spend forty minutes in this rusty can she calls a car?

For the first twenty minutes, the car was filled with tension. Neither of us talked. I wanted to start up a conversation, but then again, I wasn't sure if she was some freak who wouldn't shut her mouth when the dialogue got boring.

I have a feeling that I'm going to hate Forks.