***** I just want to warn everyone that this is a complete different version of Twilight and it's also my first story. I would love any ideas/suggestions/comments positive or negative. I have most of the story written out already I just have to type it but I have already noticed that as I type I am changing things LOL so please bare with me, I hope to have updates as soon as possible and work with anything you have to throw at me :D

**Note: Since I did say this is a complete different version on twilight I want to warn you I did add a character. Jocelyn who is Bella's youngest sister and I did do this on purpose because eventually it will all tie in with the Cullen's.

The police cruiser pulls up to Charlie's tiny white house that he has occupied now for the last 18 years. It still looks exactly the same besides some chipped paint and new fishing gear scattered on the porch. I reach in back and shake Jocelyn who was lulled asleep by the rain and the long drive from the airport. I can barely reach her and I realize I am going to have to get out of the car and endure the rain to wake her up. I count silently to myself and race out the door when I hit three. She wakes easily now that I can shake her properly and I grab my bag next to her trying to get out of this weather as soon as possible. Charlie lets us know that he will grab our bags and we race inside not wanting to be wet anymore. It's the first thing Charlie has said to us since hello at the airport, I know this all came as a big shock to him but he is talking even less now than he ever has, even during the divorce. Not really having a hand in our raising after my mom left him, he is now stuck with a 17 year old on her last year of high school and a 16 year old who is just got her permit. I had a feeling even if he was a talker he would be at lost for words in our present situation.

"Thanks Cha- Dad" I shout half way up the stairs, as my foot hits the last step at the top I realize I should have been paying more attention, especially in the rain. I land on top of Jocelyn at the bottom of the steps and immediately feel guilty about falling into her.

"Nice job butter toes" Jocelyn throws at me, its her little nickname for me and she knows that usually it would start a bickering match that would last for hours but after the last couple of weeks I don't have the energy in me, I just turn around and lend her a hand up, I don't even get a chance to apologize because she has passed me and is up the stairs and inside. Although I do notice that her back is completely soaked and caked in mud and I add another layer of guilt pile on top of a huge stack already there.

Charlie finally has everything in and I bring my bags up to my old room. I am cautious walking into it, knowing the last time I was here 4 years ago; I was a complete different person. The walls are lined with boy band posters that phase only lasting the couple months I was here thank god. As soon as I got home and realized I was acting like every other teenager in America, I understood how stupid I was being and quickly put a halt to any of the nonsense. I would like to think that I am more of an independent thinker and now I appreciate original thought more than anything.

I can hear Jocelyn banging around next door and I quickly shut my door so I can unpack in peace. Most of our things from Phoenix were shipped here the day after the funeral and a couple of hours and 8 boxes later almost everything that can fit has found a place and all of my old stuff has been thrown away knowing I will never want to be reminded of that stage of my life.

Charlie has ordered a pizza for dinner and I quickly remember Charlie's horrible cooking the last time I visited. I quickly offer my services and make it clear that I mostly cooked in Phoenix so it wouldn't be a bother. He agrees and I can tell he is happy by the prospect of a home cooked meal.

"So first day of school on Monday huh"

Ugh...I can't believe I have to start so soon. The high school is just a hop skip and a jump down the road as was most things in Forks. Which I suppose was lucky since I hadn't secured a car yet. My mother and her fiancé had been trying to figure something out before everything....well now here I was starting my senior year of high school with no mother, no car and no sun. My how the tides have turned.