Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or Forks. Stephenie Meyer does.

Okay. This is my first story so, uhh, no flaming! Please be nice and read and review!

I've read the Twilight books like, 50 times! They're my bible! I wish you stupid hackerz didn't hack Stephenie's story! I really wanted to read that! You meanies!

But to all you people out there who feel the same way, I'm sure she'll finish writing it and we can all read the wonderfullness of Edward!

So, yeah. Here's my first chapter! Hope you like!

"Oh my." I said as I looked out of the airplane window. I had never been in an airplane before. It was so scary! My heart was beating so super fast, my mouth was dry, I think I was having a panic attack!

"Greta Kristy Franchesca Williamson-Ferguson!" My step-mom yelled.

I could tell she was afraid, "It's okay Karen." I said soothingly, pushing my own horrible fears aside to focus on my step-mothers. We were moving to a little town known as Forks, in Washington. It was always raining and super green. I didn't like rain, but Karen's job put her here. Karen's a documentary filmmaker, she was documenting a rare form of butterfly that would be gathering in Forks to lay its eggs. The butterfly laid eggs once every 7 years, and the climate had to be just right. It had to be constantly damp and non humid; the average weather of Forks.

I patted her arm and I could tell she hated me touching her, but that she would hate it even more if I stopped, and she hated that. You see, when I was 4, my parents got divorced. My dad married my step mom a few days later. My mom and dad got split custody over me. It was during a weekend where my mom had her car stolen again so my dad had to drive her everywhere that the accident happened.

We were on our way to my Little League soccer game, when an 18 wheeler hit us. Karen blames me, and it was my fault. I should've told my mom to lock her car door; I know she always forgets to lock it! If I had just called my mother while I was with my dad 3 and half hours away in the middle of a movie, they wouldn't have been in the car fighting. It was all my fault! I know Karen wishes I was depressed enough to kill myself, but I'm too scared. I kill my parents and I'm too big a coward to kill myself. I'm so useless.

Oh, I forgot to introduce myself.

I'm Greta Kristy Franchesca Williamson-Ferguson. I'm a distant relative of both Craig Ferguson and Fergie; very distant.

As if the guilt of my parents' death wasn't enough, Karen abuses me, mentally and physically. Sometimes she won't feed me for days at a time, sometimes she'll beat me, and every day she reminds me how worthless I am.

I hate it when other people worry about me, so I'm good at hiding the bruises. It's probably the only thing I'm good at.

The plane landed. We got off the plane and grabbed our suitcases from the baggage claim. I never had many clothes, so I only had a small suitcase. That was good, it meant I could carry a few of Karen's bags, she had about 12.

We loaded all the bags into the moving truck that Dan had driven up. Dan was her boyfriend, one of them at least. She was a swinger.

With all our bags loaded, she kicked Dan out of the truck, dumped him, then tried to run him over. He ran away screaming something about her being a crazy bitch. I told him that was a bad word and that it went against Jesus. He told me to go to Hell. I pushed Karen out of the way and ran him over myself.

We arrived at the house.

"Wow Karen, it's so big!" I exclaimed, sticking my head out the window.

"Yes, it is. We won't be staying in the main house. We'll be staying in the guesthouse!" She drove past the giant house and up to a tiny building. "Did I say guesthouse? I meant tool shed."

"Tool shed?" I asked hesitantly. Well, Karen was never good at documenting anything. She didn't make much money.

"Yep!" She jumped out of the car, forcing me to slide over to put it in park and to stop in from rolling. "Dibs on the bed!" She yelled, "And clean Dan off the grill, it's unsightly."

I sighed and got out my giant scraper. This happened a lot. It especially sucked when they were still alive when I scraped them off. They made a whole bunch of noises like "take me to a hospital, please." Or "I'm okay, really. My shirt just got caught. I'm fine." I hated leaving them in such a pained state, so I put them out of their misery with a ball-peen hammer. I had such horrible aim.

When I fnished getting Dan off the grill-he was good and dead-I carried all of Karen's bags inside. When that was finished, I made a small bed in the corner (every other space was occupied by crap the people at the main house threw in here to get rid of or Karen's suitcases) out of ripped up newspaper and old shirts. I settled into my little nest and snuggled my girrelephant tightly. I found the head of a toy giraffe and the body of a toy elephant while doing my daily rounds at the city dump, and since mom could never afford to buy me a toy, I decided to make one.

"Well Snuffles. It's my first day of school tomorrow! I'm so nervous. Everyone there will hate me because I'm not pretty or talented or anything." She sobbed uncontrollably in the worn out toy, but the loud snores emanating from Karen drowned her out.

Okay, so, what did you think? Leave me a review! NO FLAMING! This is my first story so be nice!

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