Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight! Please read and review! I didn't see to many OC stories with Edward in it, and I think that this story was a good Idea. I do own Sariah, pronounced way she acts is exactly how I think she would in this story. I do own the father and Elizabeth. I do not own Chelan Washington, or Edward. The dinner is based off a real dinner, accept I couldn't remember the real name or what it looked like. I Like I said, I do not own Twilight, thank you for reading and please review. This is my first Twilight fic so please be nice. :D
Summary: Bella has chosen Jacob and Edward decides to leave. He moves to Chelan Washington and gets a job as a pianist at a local diner. Here, he meets his true love, and she likes piano music.
Chapter 1
My name is Sariah Anderson, I am twenty years old, and still live with my father and little sister. You may think it is a little pathetic that I live with them, because it is. But my father can't seem to keep himself out of trouble long enough for me to get my own apartment. I dream of becoming a famous piano player someday, and getting married, having my own kids, and grand kids. But that isn't going to happen just yet. At least, I didn't think so. This is my story.
I came home from work one day, which is a waitress at the Shilee's Dinner, and there were police cars everywhere, and a ambulance. I parked my car and hurried up to a police officer.
"What's going on?" I ask, then I see my fathers body on the grass, lifeless. The smell of smoke is heavy in the air.
"Dad?" I start to panic."Daddy!" I start to plow my way through but the officer stopped me.
"Ma'am, ma'am stop!"
"Where is my sister?" I look towards the ambulance and see a crew hovered around something. Or someone. I push passed everyone and hurry to the big white truck. I see them working on getting my sister to breath.
"Elizabeth!" The medics let me in the ambulance to see her. Her pretty dirty blond hair is cropped at the shoulders and her hazel eyes are half open. She has a mask over her mouth and nose to keep her breathing. The seven year old looked absolutely helpless.
"Lizzy. Are you okay?" She nodded her head weakly. I turn to one of the medics.
"What happened?" I ask her desperately. "Is my father going to live?" I feel the tears running down my face relentlessly.
"It seems the apartment had a leakage in the gas line and your sister said that your father turned the stove on to make himself some coffee. I'm sorry, he was just to close to the stove when it blew up." I started to sob.
"No, no, no, no!"
"I'm truly sorry miss."
The weeks went by quickly. I got custody of Elizabeth, we got our own apartment in another part of the town, closer to a Walmart that was just down the street, and we had a funeral for dad. I had been given time off from work to get all these things done, so before the funeral I had time to get Lizzy and I some new cloths, food, and new school supplies for Lizzy. It was truly hard as it could have been. And now, I had to do it all alone. Make a living and make sure Lizzy had a good home. I just wish things could have been different,I wish dad and I had been closer after mom died.
Short I know, but this is only the preface! It will get better I promise! Please review what you think so far!