A/N This is my first Twilight fanfic ever! Yay! It makes me way excited to even think about posting it up for the world to see. Now, this is only really a test chapter (it is the real one though) but I just wanted to make sure that people were actually going to read it and review it before I continued to post chapters up. Basically, if it's even worth it, tell me so I can go on to the next chapter and the one after that and so on and so forth. I don't really want to be putting chapters up if nobody's even going to read them.

I've gone over this chapter a million times, but there's always something that gets missed. So if you would, that is if you actually read this, tell me if something's not right or there's some kind of error.

Please and Thank you!

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Chapter One - People don't just disappear

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I was a nobody. Completely invisible to the people around me. No one took the time to know of my existence and I had been living in the small town of Forks since I was a little girl. I never raised my hand during class, ate alone during lunch, and didn't go out on the weekends to First Beach like the rest of my high schooler acquaintances. I had a pretty good relationship with my parents, but they were never home and only really had time to give me my weekly allowance before jetting out of town for work purposes. The only friends I had been able to obtain, and keep, was my cat Nibbler and a few kids from the Indian reservation nearby, who I only occasionally ever saw. I really can't complain though, I enjoy all the time spent in isolation. No one telling me what to do, no listening to annoying gossip hot on the town, and especially no feuds between other girls because I happened to take a peek at their boyfriend. I was living a life of utter silence, and I loved it.

Both of my parents worked as doctors at a hospital in Olympia. Providence St. Peter Hospital, I believe. It was a pretty far commute, but they got paid good money (my father's a brain surgeon and my mother a spinal surgeon) and had the intense desire to buy things they didn't need. Flat screen TV's they never watched and expensive couches they rarely sat on.

This is where our story begins. With my butt on that expensive couch and my eyes glued to the flat screen TV.

"Jeffrey, I can't explain it."

"Just try Elenore, please tell me what it is you have to say."

There was a brief silence as the woman rubbed her arms. I leaned forward in anticipation.

"I'm in love with your twin brother Jack."

I laughed and turned to the small cat lying on the cushion next to me. "It's obvious they were in love with each other, Nibs. I mean, did you see the size of the diamond earrings he bought her for her birthday?"

The lousy soap opera continued on and I shoved another handful of Fritos into my mouth, catching the few that fell onto my lap. Nibbler stretched on her side and started cleaning the fur on the back of her paw. I sighed and tossed one of the corn chips up into the air and tried to catch it in my mouth. It missed, bounced on my knee, and landed on the tan carpeted floor.

I stared at it as if it could magically grow legs and come back to its rightful place in the palm of my hand. It wasn't moving, and I definitely didn't want to have to reach all the way down to get it. My cat paused in her self cleaning and she gazed down at the chip for a few seconds before resuming what she had been doing. I glanced at Nibbler and shook my head.

"We're too lazy Nibbles. Look at us, not even able to get a chip off the floor."

I clucked my tongue at her and pushed the little red button on the DVR remote, cutting off the declarations of love from Elenore as the screen went black. I paused momentarily before turning the TV back on and changing the channel to SyFy in the middle of a 'As Seen on TV' commercial. I groaned as I reached down to get the Frito and held it on my open palm as I stumbled towards the kitchen. I tossed the chip into the garbage and jumped up onto the island in the center of the kitchen. I puffed my cheeks out and wiggled my nose. The clock on the microwave said it was nearing eight-thirty. I slapped my hands on my thighs and called to Nibbler.

"Kitty! Dinner!"

The tiny tortoise shell cat sprinted into the kitchen and jumped to the empty counter space next to me. I rubbed her ears and she immediately started purring up a storm. After jumping off the counter, I pulled open the pantry door and went inside to get to get her dinner. I returned with a can of Friskies and pulled the top off before using a spoon to scoop out half the can into her empty bowl. I slid the food over to her and glanced out the window to the weather outside.

Rain. That's all it really ever did in Forks. Cloudy weather and rainy skies was what I lived in day and night. I watched a couple raindrops fall down the glass from the darkness beyond it before slouching over to the fridge and perusing the items inside. My fingers tapped at the dirty white door handle before I reached in and pulled out the half empty jug of milk. I set it down on the counter and scrounged around in the pantry before climbing onto one of the shelves and shoving cans of green beans and carrots aside to get to the box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch that my father tried to hide from me.

After filling the bowl completely up with cereal and milk, I took careful steps back to the couch. I glanced up at the TV and grew excited to see Steve and Tango from Ghost Hunters gracing the screen. I gave an excited squeak and quickly sat down, spilling milk onto the floor in front of me. I shrugged down at the wetness.

"I'll clean it up later. Right now, it's time for some ghost hunting."

Wednesday nights were my kind of nights. Ghost Hunter marathons and new episodes when it was time for a new season. I scooped up a spoonful of cereal and crammed the large amount of cinnamon goodness into my mouth, wiping up the milk that dripped down my chin with my shoulder. The house phone rang and I glanced at it before scanning for the remote, hoping to hit pause. I located it on the edge of the couch and reached for it. Nibbler jumped up onto the cushion at that exact moment and I watched as the gray remote fell to the floor. I made a face at my cat and looked once more at the electronic device shrieking in my ears.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Machine'll get it."

I ignored the phone and continued to watch as Steve ducked down from a bat flying overhead. I laughed at him as he shied away from the animal that was dive bombing him. The answering machine finally picked up the call.

"Sweetheart, it's your father. I know, calling at nine o'clock at night is a reoccurring event, but something's come up."

The serious tone in my dads voice had me stooping down to reach for the remote to pause my show and then stare at the small speaker next to the telephone.

"I don't know how to say this, but, there's been an accident."

I almost dropped my cereal bowl, just barely managing to set it down on the coffee table in front of the couch.

"Your mother has got a marble stuck up her nose."

I blankly stared where my fathers voice was coming out and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Now, Honey, don't do that-"

"Sweetie."

I grinned and jumped up to get the cordless phone after hearing my mothers voice. "Tell dad he seriously needs to get a new hobby."

"It was just a bit of fun-" I could hear my father say in the background as I slumped back down onto the couch.

"What your father should have been telling you," I could hear a loud yelp come from the other end of the line. "Was that we're not going to make it home tonight like planned."

I rolled my eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes at me Finley."

I lifted the phone from my ear and looked at it incredulously. I still couldn't figure out how she did that. "Sorry, but it has been expected since I was old enough to take care of myself."

"I know, and I'm sorry we're not home more often."

"Deathly sorry." Came from my dad.

"There was a bus accident outside of Lacey and the Hospital's short staffed tonight. We need to stay and help out."

I sighed loudly, hoping to incite some kind of guilt from my mother."It's ok. You guys go and be the magical life savers that you are while I stay at home and watch reruns of soap operas."

"Oh, Finley... I thought Ghost Hunters was on tonight?"

I glared at the TV. "Yep. It is, and you're interrupting my personal family time with the TAPS team."

I heard her chuckle. "Ok, I get it. You can get back to the weirdos that keep you company on Wednesday nights."

"Mom! They're not weirdos." I heard muffled laughter from my mom's side of the conversation. "Smack dad for me!"

"Ow!"

I grinned at the sound. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have some funky noises and freaky happenings to be getting to."

"Wait one more moment before you go gallivanting off into that craziness you call your mind. I left you a surprise on the table this morning. Did you get it?"

"Umm..." I leaned over the back of the couch to see the table that was supposed to be for family meals. Instead, it was stacked high with paper work, four years worth of Christmas cards, dirty dishes, and many other assorted things. "Which end of the table did you put it on?"

"I think it was the end closest to the back door?"

I raised my eyebrows at the mess and stretched my neck farther to see the other end of the table. By this time I was hanging off the back of the couch. "Was that a question, or a definite answer?"

"Why don't you get off your lazy butt and find out."

I scoffed as I leaned the rest of the way off the couch and fell to the floor behind it with a loud 'thud'.

"Finley? Are you alright? Did you fall off the couch again? Is anything bleeding?"

I groaned and rubbed my hip with a sour look on my face. "I'm fine, Momma. Nothing's bleeding. Might have a bruise on my side tomorrow, though." I was quiet for a few seconds as I approached the mess on the table. "And I'm not lazy."

My mother laughed at me. "Oh, really. Do you happen to remember the time I asked you to do chores when your father and I were going to be gone for two weeks to Florida."

I pretended to not know what she was talking about as I scattered unopened letters across the floor from the tabletop.

"You never even touched the dishes in the sink. You could have at least put them in the dishwasher after you were done with them, but no, what did you do?"

I held the phone between my shoulder and ear and flipped through some old recipes. "Left 'em in the sink to rot for all eternity?"

"No... Well, technically yes, you did, but you hired a maid to do all the work for you! That poor lady had to come all the way from Seattle just to clean up your nasty messes when you could've done it yourself."

"Gah... just thinking about those dishes makes me gag. And hey! I paid that maid good money. I think I might've bought her a new TV." I sucked on my bottom lip and pulled an old book from underneath a shirt that looked like one I owned when I was in the sixth grade. "I think I found what you left me. Is it a book?"

My mother squealed. "Yes! A man was selling books out on the street corner a couple blocks from where your father and I get lunch and I figured, hey, my Finny loves to read, why not get her a book?"

I fingered the worn leather of the cover and quickly flipped through the pages. It had actual handwriting written on the torn pages. I lightly ran my fingertips over the black ink and let my mind refocus on my mothers words.

"-nd it's handwritten! Isn't that exciting. The man said something about it being a true story. I knew you loved reading, so I figured I'd get it for you. Strange thing though..."

I resituated the phone from my shoulder to my right hand, the left still flipping through pages as it lay on the table. "What's strange?"

"Well, I wanted to get you another book, something for you for staying home alone a lot. I turned back after paying to see what else he had and... he wasn't there."

I let the cover of the book close. "Mom, people don't just disappear."

"I know, and if I hadn't had that book in my hands at that moment, I would have thought I had gone completely crazy."

I picked the book up and carried it with me back to the couch.

"Hmm... Interesting."

"I know. Anyways, read that and tell me what you think of it. If I can find that guy again I'll get you another one. Right now I need to get going. The buses are finally here and the crash victims are being brought in and your father's getting antsy to run to see what's going on."

"S'ok, mom. I'll talk to you when you get a break."

"Ok, Sweetie, love you."

"Love you, too. Bye."

"Bye."

I let the silent phone fall onto the couch, only glancing down as I heard it drop onto the TV remote. I tilted my head curiously at the book in my hands and once again let the pages fall from the front cover to the back. The slight breeze that blew my shoulder length hair away from my face faintly smelled of freesia.

I scratched at my chin and flung the old novel over the back of the couch and onto its cushions. "I'll read you lat-Nibbler! NO!"

Scrambling over the couch, I stepped on the remote, which made the TV start playing Ghost Hunters again, and rushed to get the bowl of soggy cereal away from the small cat that had lifted its milky chin to look at me when I screamed.

"Dammit Nibbles... Now I need new cereal."

I was too preoccupied with my cat and bowl that I didn't notice that when I had tossed the book, its cover flipped open to reveal the tiny script written on the very first page.

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