---- Hey people, it's starlitsmile. I cannot promise you that this story will be good, accurate, or updated daily. But if you want to read just for the sake of it then, please, feel free and enjoy! Oh, and also, I'm so not doing the disclaimer thing. Because seriously, if I owned Twilight, would I be posting this story right now? Uh, no, I'd be publishing it. And also, Bella would SO not be a wimp, and the whole series would focus around Jasper and Alice. So come on people. Me owning Twilight? Yeah, riiiiight. ----

Hey there. My name's Marianna Taylor Black. When I was born, there was so much anticipation. Kind of like when my Mother was born. A cross between human and vampire was one thing, but human, vampire, and werewolf?

Yeah, well, turns out being all mixed up lands you with one result: Normal. Normal as hell. I don't even have to lie about me, because I might as well be on hundred percent human. Actually, Carlisle (my Great-Grandfather who just so happens to be still alive due to the fact he's immortal, go figure) is shocked because, according to him, I could – GASP – die when I reach normal age.

I suppose you could say growing up in a world of fantasy has made me rather sarcastic and cynical. But oh well, what are you going to do?

Oh, but then there's my siblings. Yep. Gabriel Nahuel Black, and my sister Ariella Cynthia Black, but we just call her Ella, although that can sometimes get a bit confusing, with Ella and Bella.

And none of us are special. None of us are amazing. But what are you going to do about that? I just don't see it as a problem.

Ella looks a lot like our Mom, while Gabriel gets his looks from Dad. I'm fourteen, Ella's six, and Gabriel's ten. I'm pretty sure Dad is still holding out hope that somehow Gabriel will morph into a werewolf. But I think if that were to happen, Edward (technically my Grandfather, but I've never called him that) would purposely bite Gabriel to make him a vampire. Even now he and Dad don't get along all that well. I know the reason, but only because I convinced Jasper to tell me. And I'm pretty sure that's only because he could sense that I'd go right up and ask Edward if he didn't give me an answer, and that probably wouldn't have ended so well.

I get along well with my family, but I can't consider them my Granparents or Aunts or Uncles or anything like that. I mean, for starts, they don't look a day over twenty, but also, it wouldn't work with the game we're playing. And I only call Mom and Dad, well, Mom and Dad because I was raised that way.

Rosalie raised me.

I know it might sound odd (especially since Jasper told me that part of the story, too) but Mom got sick right after I was born. Bella probably would have preferred it if she looked after me, but it was Rosalie who did. And even now, although Mom's not sick anymore and she's my Mom, I still get along pretty well with Rosalie.

I know, I know. She's supposed to be the bitch of the family. Well, fact is, I've all but taken over that role. So Rosalie and I get along pretty well.

Now we live in British Columbia. It gets quite a lot of rainfall. We've been living here for five years. We're even Canadian citizens now! Although of course, for everyone in my family except my siblings and I, the dates are all untrue.

So this is the new story:

Bella, Edward, Emmet, and Mom are siblings. Jasper and Rosalie are twins. Alice and Dad are brother and sister. Once again, Carlisle and Esme are the ever-loving foster parents.

Since Ella's so young she's allegedly Esme's biological daughter. Gabriel's been added into the Dad/Alice siblinghood.

As for me, since I'm so "moody and detached" I'm just playing the role of a dejected foster child with absolutely no family at all. We'll have to move soon and, when we do, our story will change again. But for the time being, Carlisle is employed in a hospital and Esme's a stay at home mom while everyone else is in school. Ella and Gabriel in elementary, me in middle school, and the rest of them in high school.

It's one twisted world for me.

Welcome.