Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Twilight, Or the songs i use....sadly
A/N: Ok this i gonna be my first actual story and idk how you guys will like it but i guess if you dont then you dont have to read so ya

Moving. Not that big a deal for me, a foster girl since I was seven. My parents died in a freak plane crash. I say freak crash because not even the Black Box made it. This move was going to be the hardest because I would be leaving the only foster parents I had ever thought of as actual parents.

My latest home was probably the best foster home anyone could be in. Ben and Angela, my foster parents, were quiet but they were nice and understanding to each of the five foster kids they currently had. Ben played guitar for the kids before they went to sleep every night. He played fun quick-paced songs at first and then slowed them down to quieter lullaby type songs for them to fall a sleep to. I had been with Ben and Angela Cheney since I was thirteen and during that time I developed a love for playing the guitar. Ben taught me the chords and the songs he knew and by the time I was fourteen I could play almost as well a him. On my fifteenth birthday Angela gave me her music book that had the old lullabies that Ben played and she sang. What Ben gave me though was probably the best present I would ever receive, his first guitar. He told me that his father had taught him to play on it when he was about my age and that he wanted me to have it to learn by.

Well anyways I was on my way to the airport, leaving the best home I had had in almost nine years.

"I don't want you to leave Bella,"

"And I don't want to leave Claire, but I have to go be someone else's big sister,"

"But why? Why can't Leah go, she's mean," she whined. We'd been through it before. Claire was six but you wouldn't know that if you heard her talk. She was so smart that I just couldn't understand how she had been to more homes than me hadn't been adopted by one of the families. Claire came to Ben and Angela about a year after me, and if I could have I would have said she was my sister so we would have been kept together. She was like the little sister I never had, and I was her sister.

"Leah can't go because she has to stay here and learn how to be a big sister first. Maybe you can help…." I trailed off because the look Claire was giving me obviously said that she would not be near Leah unless she absolutely had to, which I knew she would try to do anything I asked even if it meant getting picked on for anything later, after which she would sulk and stay in Angela's library looking at the pictures in some of our favorite books.

"She can't learn to be a big sister, not like you are anyways,"

"And why is that," I had to ask.

"Because no one can ever be as good a sister as you. You are nice and pretty and fun and never say mean things to anyone. I don't want you to leave but your next little sister better know how lucky she is that you came" she laughed, "you get to save her from her own Leah,"

I laughed with her, "Yeah, I guess I do."

"But who is gonna save me from the real Leah," She had actually looked a little scared at the thought.

"Oh I think Quil will do a good job, what do you think," Quil Ateara was a seven year old boy who had been at Cheney's for a year longer than me and had a little crush on Claire, who secretly liked him back. Claire just blushed.

By that time we had finished our two and a half hour drive from Sunnyside to Forks. I said goodbye to Claire and Angela first because Ben was the hardest to say goodbye to.

The Cheneys and Claire left not long after we said our goodbyes and we had all met my new foster parents. My new foster parents are Tanya and Laurent Denali, and they live in the wonderful little rainy town of Forks. Oh joy.

Ok thats it...the first. Plz review, tell me what you think.