AN: So this is a new story I've been working on and its a little different from most other stories, but in a way kind of like them? Yeah, its hard to explain. But heres the prologue. Don't give up after the prologue, try the first chapter too!

Summary: Alice,Bella and Rose are hiding a huge secret from the world: they aren't exactly human. They don't know what they are or if there are others like them. All they can hope for is that some day they will find out.

Well everyone else does it so i guess i will....

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. If I did, I wouldn't have ended at Breaking Dawn! You can never get enough Edward!

Prologue

We don't know what we are. We don't know if we are even human. We eat and sleep like a normal person; we even look like normal people. Well we do when we retract our wings, but that's not the point. We are living life not knowing what we are or where we came from.

We live in an apartment about twenty-five stories high. About a years ago we bought the whole floor of apartments so we wouldn't have to deal with snoopy neighbors. It's the highest level in the building so no one really has to come to our level and we have it locked from the elevator.

We enjoy the heights, it helps us get used to not being able to fly whenever we please. When we don't have our wings 'out' we feel different. Its like when a human is on a boat for a long period of time, they don't feel right because they are not meant to be in/on the water. Or when people are scared of heights because they are meant to be on the ground. Normal people love the land because thats where they belong. We are completely different; we love the heights, we enjoy the feeling of the wind in our hair as we flap our wings and sail through the open air.

Unfortunately that doesn't happen often because we live in the city. If it was my choice alone we would be somewhere secluded. Somewhere where we can be ourselves. But Alice wanted so bad to just live a normal life. She wanted to live in an apartment and get jobs like normal people. I guess you could say we were living a normal life, if you define no friends, no family, and owning your own secret apartment so you can let your guard down and be yourself a 'normal life'. Yep, thats totally normal. If you ask me, why try to live a normal life when you know your not a normal person?

All three of us lived in an orphanage since we were fourteen. We don't know anything about our lives before then, so there's no way of knowing how we got this way. But deep down I know that there is something to be found, someone who know how we got this way. It's just a matter of finding them, or letting them find us. In the end it doesn't change what we are, but its nice to know how it all happened, you know?

We never got adopted out from the orphanage. When we turned 18 we left, taking some money that close friends gave us to start our new life. It hurts deep down to know that no one ever wanted us, but we get past it. We have each other to take care of and to love. I live with my two sisters Alice and Rosalie. They aren't actually my sisters, but I feel they are, even if we aren't blood related. They are my family no matter what, I don't need a blood test to tell me they are.

Alice is the wiry one. Out of all three of us she has enough energy to keep us all going. And you definitely need it when your cooped up on the top floor of an apartment complex with no one but your two best friends to keep you company. She always find some type of game to play or something funny to tell us. She's our own personal entertainment.

Rosalie is...well....its hard to define Rosalie. She is her own type. First off she is the most beautiful person I have ever seen. Of course when your that beautiful your bound to be a little bit conceded. Well she is, but not enough to put people down about their own looks. No shes never done that, she is way too sweet for that. See what I mean? She is too complex to be described or defined, which I think is a good thing.

And then there is me. Plain old, normal looking Bella. There's really not much to say about me. Rosalie is the beauty, Alice is the energy and I am nothing special. Don't get me wrong, I don't have an image problem. I am perfectly fine with the way I am. I don't like being the center of attention anyways. If I was the center of attention, I wouldn't hold it very long. I'm to clumsy and awkward for my own good. I can't walk over a smooth surface without finding some way to fall on my face.

But when I have my wings out its a totally different story. We are all more graceful when we are in our 'normal' state, I guess you could say. Even Alice and Rosalie can be clumsy at times(though I beat them by a land slide). It's like when a bird walks on the ground...it just looks awkward and they are always stumbling. Of course we don't look that bad when we walk, we worked on it for a while and now we are somewhat graceful. We look completely normal, trust me! I wouldn't step out of this apartment on my own two feet if I wasn't under control of my balance. It would just be way too embarrassing.

Plus we can't draw any attention, there is no way anyone can find out about us. If people did there's no telling what they would do. I mean we have our assumptions and they aren't pretty let me tell you that.

It's not easy keeping away from people. Its hard to watch people laugh and interact with each other and know that you will never be able to do that. Trust me, we all feel this way. I can't even tell you how many times we have came home to our apartment arguing about just letting one person in. But in the end our safety is to valuable to us, so we decide not to. We decide to hide from the world, so we can live. So people don't look at us like freaks, which is what I sometimes feel like we are. I mean wouldn't you feel like a freak among humans if you walk around your apartment with large wings protruding from your back? Yeah, I thought so.

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