AN: This is my first fanfic. The first chapter is boring, so i suggest you go to the next one, it's where Edward and Bella meet.
Chapter 1: MOVING IN
Bella POV
My name's Isabella Swan, I prefer to be called Bella. I have a twin named Jasper. We are so close; he's like my best friend. We do almost everything together. Except the sleeping together part. We had different rooms, opposite side of the hallway.
Jazz and I have some kind of ability, 'gifts', according to my mom. He can control the emotion of the people around him, and I can levitate things, you know, make things float in the air without having someone touch them. It was amazing, but when I get too angry, I tend to break glasses. It only happened once, every time I get too much anger, Jazz would calm me down.
Our mom was supposed to send us to Forks to live with our Dad, Charlie. But that was 4 years ago, now, we're 16, and we didn't have a chance to see him. Renee was always busy with her projects here in California, and me and Jazz were always bullied for being a child of a star. We hated our life there. And now, here we are, on a plane to Forks, Washington. Mom and Dad are divorced for ten years. We used to spend our holidays there.
"Bee. We're landing." Jazz shook my shoulder, waking me up. Bee was the nickname he gave me since were kids, he had a hard time pronouncing Isabella. And I called him Jazz.
"Yeah. I'm awake, Jazz." I told him combing my hair with my fingers.
We looked nothing alike, except for the eyes, nose and mouth. He had blonde hair, and I had long, curly brown hair. He took after mom's hair and I took after dad.
Dad was outside, waiting for us. I ran toward him smiling, and I jumped into him.
"Easy, kiddo. Your dad's an old man." He said giggling.
"I'm no kid, Dad. I'm 16." I reminded him.
"Where's your bro?" he asked.
"Getting the bags." I said as I waved to Jazz.
I forgot how quiet the town was.
"How's your mom?" dad asked.
"Good. She's always into the interviews." Jazz answered.
The house was pretty much the same. Nothing changed. Except that dad had to build another room at the end of the hall; which was looking down at the backyard.
"You guys should clean up and get to bed. You have classes tomorrow." He reminded us again.
"Yep. School. What else." I groaned when I bumped my head on the pillow.
"Bee." Jazz called.
"Here's your uniform for tomorrow." He handed me the clothes.
"What? Uniform?" I asked surprisingly.
"Yeah." He said as he dodged for his room.
Even greater, uniforms for school. It's a private school, no kidding. I think that this would be worst than California. I changed into my PJ's and Indian-seated at the bed and started to concentrate. I was levitating for a moment. This was my way of calming down after a tiring day; I would float for a minute, and land down whenever I sensed someone coming. Not even Jazz knew I do that.