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mkay. so this is a new story, i kind of just wrote this first chapter off the top of my head. let me know if you like it and if i should keep going. thankiess(: reveiw!

"BELLA!" Crysta liked to scream at me like she'd been my mother all along.

"What do you want," I sighed, walking into my bedroom where I found her standing in the middle, staring, with a heated expression.

"What do I want?! Bella, you, your brother and your father are supposed to be moving into my house in a matter of days and you barely even have your room packed! I want this does by tonight!"

"Or what?" I smirked knowing that she couldn't officially give me punishments because she and dad haven't married yet.

She walked over to me and got in my face. "Young lady. Do not think that just because I am not married to your father yet, that I do not have an influence on his decisions. If I want daddy's little girl grounded, I can sure as hell get you grounded. I've got your daddy wrapped around my finger," she swirled her finger as if twirling a string around it, "even when it comes to his bratty fifteen year old daughter. Got it?"

She stayed up close to my face, so I took the liberty of turning around, whipping my ponytail in her face and stalking out of the room, muttering, "You can't control me, bitch," under my breath.

I walked into Emmett's rooms and locked the door. He gave me the 'is the bitch going crazy again?' look and I just nodded and plopped myself onto his spinney chair. See, my brother, Emmett, and I had never really known our real mother. She left about a week after I was born and Emmett was about a one year old at that time. My dad has had to care for the two of us by himself for the past 15 years. Though, I'm not complaining. I liked how it was just us. I learned how to play all the sports and how to stand up for myself, my aunt, Sarah, stepped in when I was about 9 to help me with my 'girl needs' as she liked to say to my dad. They I turned out to be the perfect mix. I had the side of me that liked rock music, and played the guitar, and wasn't afraid to get down and dirty. And then there was the side that was girly, knew exactly what to wear, how to do my makeup, and listened to every kind of music there was. My brother says that every guy in his grade would date me if they didn't think they'd be shot down.

My brother on the other hand, didn't take it so well. It always bugged Emmett a little bit that our mom never stayed around long enough for him to be able to remember her. He resented her for running out on us like she did. Though I don't think he has the right, I mean considering dad never even mentions her (we got all our information from aunt Sarah) and we don't know why exactly she ran out, then I don't think he should judge. But he always says that no one with a heart would run out on their children and husband like she did. But even so, he turned out to be 'Mr. smart-hot-jock-who everybody loves. My brother is the guy that everyone wants to be friends with, but being him, he wants to be friends with everyone too. He hangs with people from the football team all the way to chess club.

And then, there is our almost-step-mom, Crysta. My brother and I hate her. My brother hates her more for the fact that she is 'trying to take our mom's place.' But I, I gave her a chance when they first started dating. I tried to be nice to her and show her how great my dad was. Turned out, she didn't care. See, my dad is a multimillionaire because he owns a NASCAR racing track and makes models for a lot of the cars on the tracks. He has designed some of the fastest cars in the world. Crysta wants a share of that money, and she could care less about him or his children. She was, in my eyes, a flat out bitch. My dad however, thinks she is amazing. He says she is the best thing that happened to him since I was born. He is too blind, or she is too good at hiding it, to see what my brother and I see.

"I don't see why we have to move in so soon," exclaimed my brother, "I mean there wedding isn't for another year. I think we should just stay here.

I scoffed, "Yea well Crysta just can't wait until Dad starts paying her bills."

I could tell my brother wasn't in the mood to talk about this. "Let's go shoot some hoops. Maybe you'll finally beat me today." He said teasingly, tossing me the basketball that was lying beside the bed.

I smiled, always up for any game with my brother. "Bring it."