My version of Twilight.

Chapter one: What?

"Danielle! Ryan! Can you come down here, me and Dad need to talk to you." Me and my brother raced down the stairs. I always liked to beat him, just because it annoyed him. I was good at that. I grinned to myself and went to sit at the dining room table where my parents sat.

"What is it Mum?" I asked. She looked worried, which made me worry. "Has something happened?" I started to panic.

"No, no, nothing like that." She paused. "Although I still think your going to be upset."

I glanced at Ryan, and he looked up at me too. I was four years older than my little brother, but we had always got on really well. Whenever he had any problems at school, he would come to me. It was nice to know that I was one of the few people he could trust.

Then our Dad spoke for the first time. "Maybe I should tell them Karen." They exchanged worried looks. I eventually cracked.

"Look your torturing us here. Tell us what?"

He took a deep breath. "I've been offered another job. It's a higher wage, and I really want to go for it. But, it would mean we have to move."

"How far?" Ryan asked, "Will I have to move schools?"

"Very far. And you would definitely have to move schools."

Ryan stared down at the table. He had only just started to make some proper friends. "Where?"

Dad was hesitant. "America". Everyone was silent for a few minutes.

"What" I whispered, it felt like the house was crashing down around me.

"Well we kind have already enrolled you into a high school where we're going love, and I think you'll really like it," Dad explained. I stood up and left the table. I grabbed my coat and walked out of the front door, and I just kept walking until I got to the small park a few streets away from my house.

Those next few weeks were a blur. I had everything packed. Me, Mum and Aaron were flying there on a plane, and dad was taking a ferry with all our belongings.

"Passports?"

"Check," I said. Mum was going through her frantic routine of making sure we had everything, and I was actually starting to feel excited. I'd always wanted to go to America, I just never thought that when I went, I would be moving out there. "Oh yeah Mum, I'm going to go with dad and the removal van, so I'll meet you at the airport."

"No you won't young lady." She was obviously worried I was going to do a runner.

"Mum I'll have too, I'm not leaving my car here. The deal was I'm taking it with me, so I'll have to drive it down there first." I loved driving my car. I was extremely lucky, I had got one for my birthday, a simple Renault Clio, in electric blue.

"Oh we already sorted that out, my Dad's going to take it down there." I sighed. I suppose I was okay with that, he was a careful driver. "Look honey, I know your finding this hard…"

"No Mum, I'm beginning to be alright with it."

She smiled.

Five hours later we were sat on a plane to Washington. The flight dragged on and I just thought about the coming weeks ahead of me. I would start school next week, and probably not fit in. Ryan had already said to our parents that he was worried that he wouldn't fit in because of him being English. They said it was silly, but I had to admit, I had the same fear.

Once we landed, we collected our luggage that we took on the plane with us and went through security. We walked out of the airport in to the rain and quickly got into a taxi that was picking us up. We were to meet Dad at the house. Wherever the house might be. We drove for what seemed like hours, and I fell asleep, as I was already extremely jet lagged.

When I woke up we were driving through deep forests. The greens and browns blurred past us as we sped up a road towards a town. I saw the road sign, which said 'Forks'.

"Forks? Is this where our house is Mum?" I asked. I don't really know what made me ask, I was just bored I suppose.

"Yes, it is."

I sat up eagerly. "Is it a big house?", I realised I never actually asked about where abouts it was that were moving, or what our house was to be like.

"A lot bigger that our house in the UK. We've also bought paint so you can paint your rooms right away, then we'll lay the carpet." Mum looked tired. It didn't look like she was going to be painting right away.

"Thanks Mum," I smiled. Then we turned down a lane which had a sign saying '18 Evergreen Terrace'. We were here. It was quite a long winding road through the forest, until we came to an opening. There in the middle of what looked like a large green was a huge house. It was a simple red bricked house, with cross hatched windows, a big white front door with a few steps leading up to it. It was beautiful.

"Wow," Ryan whispered. He took the words right out of my mouth. We both jumped out of the car and ran toward the front door.

"Hold it!" Mum shouted. We stopped and turned around, she paid the taxi driver, and then dug around in her handbag for the key to the house. The taxi driver turned around and drove out the way he came. "Its not good you two racing in and picking a room, because its already sorted who's room is who's." She explained. She unlocked the door and stepped through onto the wooden floor in the hallway, Ryan right after her. I walked cautiously through last. It was just as beautiful inside. The walls were white, and there was a little desk against the wall for the house phone to sit.

"Right Ryan," Mum turned to look at him. "Your room is the first on the left as you go up the stairs." He raced up the stairs and we stood there and listened.

"WOW!" He shouted, "Its way bigger than my old room!" I sulked. I would get the small room then.

"Now, you on the other hand, your room is harder to explain so I'll show you." She started up the stairs and I followed. She turned right and carried on down the hall until she came to a door right at the end. "You open it," she tried to hide a smile.

I stepped past her and reached out for the door knob. I turned it slowly and walked in.