Our mother drove us to the airport. It was seventy-five degrees in Phoenix, the sky a perfect, cloudless blue. My sister and I were exiling ourselves, from the sunny and orange Phoenix to the drizzly and gray Forks. I didn't love Phoenix like my sister, it was too hot for me, I would have loved to live in a town where at summer we could use the pool and at winter it would snow...

My name is Cassandra Swan, I'm the younger twin, by 30 seconds, of Isabella Swan. When we were just a few months old our mom was able to escape from Forks. But she left behind our dad, he never seemed to get over that.

The reason for the moving was because our mom had remarried. Don't get it wrong, he wasn't a bad guy, he was great, he treated our mom just right. He was a Baseball player, nothing famous, but his job took him to different cities. And, whenever he wasn't around, mom missed him. She tried to pretend, but we could see. So, one day, Bella and I sat down and decided to go live with our dad. Of course, we never told our mom the real reason, saying that we both wanted it. To tell the truth, I wanted it, I missed dad, I hated that we only saw each other on summer.

Once we arrived at the airport, I removed my earphones. Bella went to get a cart while mom and I got the bags out of the trunk, there wasn't much, after all, the clothes we wore in Phoenix would not do in Forks. Bella and I were identical twins and had the same build, so, we could share clothes, at first. My sister's style and mine didn't really go along, while she was the type that were what was comfortable, not even caring if it matched, I wasn't a shopaholic or those super fashion forward girls, but my style was, without a doubt better than hers.

"I already told your sister, and I'll repeat to you. If you need me, if you want to come home, just give a call, I will get on the first plane and come meet you." Mom had tears in her eyes.

"I know mom. I love you so much." I said giving her a hug. I knew that I had to hold back the tears or else mom wouldn't let us leave.

I was glad when Bella returned with the cart, it gave me a distraction, we load it up and went to the terminal. Mom hugged us both for more than a minute, we then got on the plane.

Both of us were very quiet people, we enjoyed the presence of one another more than the talking. So, the four-hour flight from Phoenix to Seattle and the one-hour flight to Port Angeles were spent in silent. I shared my earphone with my sister so that we both could listen at the same time. My sister loved classical music, I did to, but I also loved every other style, I had a passion for music and loved to play the piano.

Arriving in Port Angeles we saw dad waiting for us in the cruiser. He's name is Charlie Swan, and he's the Chief of Police of Forks. And that was why, my sister and I decided we would gather our money and buy a car. None of us wanted to ride to school on the cruiser. Luckily when we told dad we wanted to buy a car, he agreed to help us.

Charlie gave each one of us an awkward, one-armed hug "It's good to see you both," he said, smiling. "Neither of you have changed much. How's Renée?"

"Mom's fine. It's good to see you, too, Dad." Bella answered.

"I found a good car, really cheap," he announced when we were strapped in. Bella got to ride in the front.

"What kind of car?" I was curious. I didn't know much about cars, but I was able to tell the difference between models and brands.

"Well, it's a truck actually, a Chevy."

"Where did you find it?" Bella inquired, she seemed suspicious.

"Do you guys remember Billy Black down at La Push?" La Push is the tiny Indian reservation on the coast.

"No.", "Yes." Each of us answered differently, while Bella deemed every second on Forks a painful memory, I enjoyed my time here.

"He used to go fishing with us during the summer," Charlie prompted, trying to get Bella to remember. When she didn't answer he looked at me and continued. "He's in a wheelchair now, so he can't drive anymore, and he offered to sell me his truck cheap."

"What year is it?" With Bella's question we both saw how his face changed, he had hoped we wouldn't ask that.

"Well, Billy's done a lot of work on the engine — it's only a few years old, really."

I hoped he didn't think so little of us as to believe we would give up that easily. "When did he buy it?" I asked.

"He bought it in 1984, I think."

"Did he buy it new?" Bella asked.

"Well, no. I think it was new in the early sixties — or late fifties at the earliest," he admitted sheepishly.

"Ch — Dad, we don't really know anything about cars. We wouldn't be able to fix it if anything went wrong, and we can't afford a mechanic…" Bella tried to argue.

"Really, Bella, Cassie, the thing runs great. They don't build them like that anymore."

"How cheap is cheap?" After all, that was the part we couldn't compromise on.

"Well, girls, I kind of already bought it. As a homecoming gift." Charlie peeked sideways at Bella, then at me, he had a hopeful expression.

Free. Interesting.

"You didn't need to do that, Dad."

"I don't mind. I want you both to be happy here." He interrupted me.

"That's really nice, Dad. Thanks. We really appreciate it." Bella said. After that the car went silent, so I decided to put my earphones on again.

Eventually we made it to dad's. He still lived in the small, two-bedroom house that he'd bought with mom in the early days of their marriage. Those were the only kind of days their marriage had — the early ones. There, parked on the street in front of the house that never changed, was our new — well, new to us — truck. It was a faded red color, with big, rounded fenders and a bulbous cab. I loved it and exchanging a look with Bella I could tell she loved it too. It was one of those solid iron affairs that never gets damaged — the kind you see at the scene of an accident, paint unscratched, surrounded by the pieces of the foreign car it had destroyed.

"Wow, Dad, I love it! Thanks!" I gave him a huge smile, I could see Bella smiling and nodding at him.

"I'm glad you both like it," Charlie said gruffly, embarrassed again.

In one trip we had our stuff in our room. Just like in Phoenix we would be sharing a room, and I didn't mind, after all, we have never slept in separated room.

The room was familiar, the color though, had changed, instead of the light blue it was now light gray and the curtains on both window's were white. There were two twin beds, with a dark wood nightstand in the middle. At the front of the window was the desk now held a secondhand computer, with the phone line for the modem stapled along the floor to the nearest phone jack. This was a stipulation from mom, so that we could stay in touch easily. The rocking chair from our baby days was still in the corner.

There was only one small bathroom at the top of the stairs, which we would have to share with Charlie.

One of the best things about Charlie is he doesn't hover. So, he left us alone to unpack and settle. We started choosing our beds, mine was the one closest to the wardrobe and door, while Bella got the one closest to the window looking out to the front yard. Bella left me to organize the closet while she dressed the beds with the sheet's dad had bought for us, one of the comforters was purple while the other was light pink, it was quite obvious which belonged to each of us.

Once I was done, I saw that my sister was sitting at her bed, looking outside, I sat beside her. She had a few tears on her eyes. I whipped them away and got her to look at me, we were identical twins, so it was almost like looking in the mirror, the only few differences we had was that my face was just a bit rounder than hers and our hairs length. While hers was just above her waist, mine was cut in a long bob with blonde highlights.

Having know each other so well I knew what was scaring my sister: Forks High School. It had a total of only three hundred and fifty-seven — now fifty-nine — students; while at our junior class back home there were more than seven hundred people. All of the kids here had grown up together — their grandparents had been toddlers together. We were the freaks, the new kids.

"We have each other, we are going to be alright." My sister didn't seem to believe me when I said that, but she at least stopped crying. Bella couldn't relate very well to people our age or any age, she was just so shy and quiet, I on the other hand preferred to be quiet, but I was very good at adapting to the situation.

I didn't sleep well that night, I could hear Bella crying until almost 1a.m. After that was the wind and the rain, guess we would have to get used to that.

I was the first one up, I had a routine to follow. First shower, then clothes, breakfast, brush my teeth, make up and lastly accessories. For my clothes I chose a deep blue colored jean, a black boot with just a little heel and a gray sweater and my light pink rain coat.

When I got down for breakfast Bella and dad were there, it was really quiet. He wished us good luck at school. We both thanked him. He left first, off to the police station that was his wife and family. After he left, Bella just sat at the old square oak table, while I went upstairs to finish getting ready. I wasn't a vain person, I liked to make myself pretty for myself, I just loved how blush gave a little more color to my fair skin, how the golden brownish eye shadow brought out my eyes. I never over did it, I just accentuated what I loved.

Once I was done, I joined her downstairs. She was looking at our school's picture that were above the fireplace.

"Bella, lets go?" That seemed to break out of her thoughts. As she got up, I left the house to get the spare key that was hidden under the eaves by the door. She got in the truck and started it while I locked up the house.

The drive to school was quiet, Bella looked nervous. She parked in front of the first building, which had a small sign over the door reading 'front office'.

"Uhm, Bells, I don't think we are allowed to park here." There was no one else parked there.

"I know, we'll go in there, just get directions and then leave. It's better than either of us to walk on the rain." She was right, we both had the amazing ability to trip over air or our own feet… Mom and dad both loved to laugh at us for that.

Inside there was a red-haired woman typing away in the computer. She looked up at us. "Can I help you?"

"I'm Cassandra Swan, and this is my sister, Isabella Swan," I informed her, and saw the immediate awareness light her eyes. We were expected, a topic of gossip no doubt.

"Of course," she said. She dug through a precariously stacked pile of documents on her desk till she found the ones she was looking for. "I have your schedules right here, and two maps of the school." She brought several sheets to the counter to show roe.

We compared our classes, great, apparently, we weren't having anyone of them together. She gave us each a slip to have each teacher sign, which we had to bring back at the end of the day.

When we got back to our truck, other students were starting to arrive. I was the one to drive this time, so I just followed the line of traffic. Most of the cars were old, like our truck, there was just one, a silver S60 Volvo, it was a real beauty.

Bella was looking at the map, most likely trying to memorize it, it was kind of fun, I couldn't hold back the chuckle. She looked at me with a frown.

"Relax, sis, we are going to make it through this day. Trust me." I knew she appreciated that I didn't say that 'every thing is going to be alright' or something in those lines. God, she really was an open book.

I parked at the first spot I found. We both got out of the truck, students were staring. We kind of just followed the flow until we reached the cafeteria. Once there Bella turned towards me, she had a freighting look at her face.

"Breath sis, remember, we'll see each other at lunch." I gave her a smile and she gave me a nod. Once I saw her walking towards her building, I turned to find mine.

I finally got to the biology class, Mr. Banner seemed okay, he didn't make me introduce myself to class, which was a relieve. After he signed the slip, he told me to take the, only available, seat next to Mr. Francis. It was at the back of the class. When I got there, the boy was asleep. Come on!

The girl in front of me turned. "It's his third year as a junior, he sleeps through half of the classes and on the other half he doesn't show up." I looked at the boy again, wanting badly to kick his chair. "By the way, my name is Jessica. You must be one of the Swan's twins." Ouch, she was really noisy. I really hated that kind of people.

"Yes, I'm Cassie Swan." I chose to ignore her the rest of the class and pay attention, biology wasn't one of my strong suits.

Once the bell rang Jessica once again started talking to me. "What's your next class?"

"History." I admit, I had to look at my bag for that.

"Cool, I don't have that class, but it's in the same building as mine, so I'll walk you there." She took my arm and just started walking. While we walked, she talked, a lot. I quickly saw a glance of my sister, accompanied by an Asian boy.

We were in front of my classroom. "You'll sit with me at lunch, our table is where everyone important sits." She didn't even give me time to respond before leaving. I just knew, if I had the chance, I wasn't going to sit with her.

I don't remember the name of the history teacher, but she reminded me of a character, Emily Gilmore, from my favorite show, Gilmore Girls, so I decided to call her in my mind, Mrs. Gilmore. Weirdly enough, her personality also matched Emily's and she made me introduce myself in front of the class.

"My name is Cassandra Swan, I prefer Cassie. I'm 17, I have a twin sister named Bella, and we both just moved here from Phoenix." Once I was done, she pointed to an open seat at the back next to a man who looked like he was in pain. I say man, because he also looked way older then 17, he was tall, lean, really muscular, and had honey blond hair. As I was getting closer, I realized he wasn't breathing.

Once I sat down on my seat, he looked at me perplexed. I didn't get that so I just decided to ignore him. During most of the class I could feel his eyes on me. It was really weird.

The other two classes were normal, no teacher made me introduce myself, thankfully, and there were no other weird guys. At calculus, my last class before lunch, I meet a very nice girl, her name was Angela, she sat behind me, she was very sweet and offered me a seat on their table for lunch. Well, looks like I won't be seating with Jessica, Thank God.

When we got to lunch, I was able to see Bella at the same table as Jessica. I started to think of ways to get her out of there, knowing she would not be enjoying herself, when Angela started to lead us that way.

"Hey everyone, this is Cassie." Angela introduced me to everyone in the table. Apparently, I wasn't getting rid of Jessica anytime soon. Bella and I exchanged smiles, before I left to get some food. When I got back, they had changed a few things and now there was a space between Bella and Jessica. She looked at me, and gave me an apologetic smile. She had already meet Jessica, and she had thrown me under the bus. 'That's low sis, really low.'

I chose to ignore Jessica the best I could, talking to Bella and Angela, who sat on my sister's other side.

The conversation was flowing until I realized Bella was completely staring at another table. I flowed her look and saw the same man from my history class. Together with him there were 4 other people. They were sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, as far away from where I sat as possible in the long room. They weren't talking, and they weren't eating, though they each had a tray of untouched food in front of them. They weren't gawking at us, unlike most of the other students, so it was safe to stare at them without fear of meeting an excessively interested pair of eyes. But it was none of these things that caught, and held, our attention. They didn't look anything alike.

Other than the man from history there were 2 men and 4 women. One of the men was big, even more muscular than history man, he had dark, curly hair. The other one was lanky, less bulky, with untidy, bronze-colored hair. He was more boyish than the others, who looked like they could be in college, or even teachers here rather than students.

The women were opposites. The tall one was statuesque. She had a beautiful figure, the kind you saw on the cover of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue, the kind that made every girl around her take a hit on her self-esteem just by being in the same room. Her hair was golden, gently waving to the middle of her back. The short girl was pixielike, thin in the extreme, with small features. Her hair was a deep black, cropped short and pointing in every direction.

And yet, they were all exactly alike. Every one of them was chalky pale, the palest of all the students living in this sunless town. Paler than me, the albino. They all had very dark eyes despite the range in hair tones. They also had dark shadows under those eyes — purplish, bruiselike shadows. As if they were all suffering from a sleepless night, or almost done recovering from a broken nose. Though their noses, all their features, were straight, perfect, angular. But all this is not why I couldn't look away.

I stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were all devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful. They were faces you never expected to see except perhaps on the airbrushed pages of a fashion magazine. Or painted by an old master as the face of an angel.

They were all looking away — away from each other, away from the other students, away from anything in particular as far as I could tell. As I watched, the small girl rose with her tray — unopened soda, unbitten apple — and walked away with a quick, graceful lope that belonged on a runway. I watched, amazed at her lithe dancer's step, till she dumped her tray and glided through the back door, faster than I would have thought possible. My eyes darted back to the others, who sat unchanging.

"Who are they?" Bella's question got me out of my trance. Angela looked up to see who she meant. The thinner of all three looked at us, he first glanced at Bella then at me. His eyes moved quickly, scanning us, like he was trying to read us.

Bella dropped her head, I knew she was blushing. That was one of her gifts the ability to blush for everything and nothing. It was really fun to watch.

"That's Edward and Emmett Cullen, and Rosalie and Jasper Hale. The one who left was Alice Cullen; they all live together with Dr. Cullen and his wife." Finally, we had our answer. Unfortunately, it was Jessica who answered. History man was staring at me with curiosity. With one word from Rosalie his face turned sour. Now that was weird.

"They are… very nice-looking." Bella struggled with the conspicuous understatement.

"Yes!" Jessica agreed with another giggle. "They're all together though — Emmett and Rosalie, and Jasper and Alice, I mean. And they live together." Her voice held all the shock and condemnation of the small town, I thought critically. But, if I was being honest, I had to admit that even in Phoenix, it would cause gossip.

"Which ones are the Cullens?" I asked. "They don't look related…"

"Oh, they're not. Dr. Cullen is really young, in his twenties or early thirties. They're all adopted. The Hales are brother and sister— the blondes — and they're foster children." Guess I could finally stop calling history man. The leaner looked quickly at me then smiled a little. 'Weird.'

"They look a little old for foster children." Bella commented.

"They are now, Jasper is seventeen and Rosalie is eighteen, but they've been with Mrs. Cullen since they were eight. She's their aunt or something like that."

"That's really kind of nice — for them to take care of all those kids like that, when they're so young and everything." I said.

"I guess so," Jessica admitted reluctantly. With the glances she was throwing at them, I could tell she was jealous. "I think that Mrs. Cullen can't have any kids, though," she added, as if that lessened their kindness.

"Shut up." I whispered. Bella looked at me and so did Jessica. "Just because she can't have kids that doesn't make her less of a woman or diminish the kindness of what they are doing." I said through my gritted teeth.

That seemed to shut her up, finally. Bella kept staring at the table. I, on the other hand, continued to eat my lunch. The quicker I ate, the quicker I left the table.

"Have they always lived in Forks?" Bella asked.

"No," Angela answered.

"They just moved down two years ago from somewhere in Alaska." Jessica added.

"Which one is the boy with the reddish brown hair?" Bella asked. I looked at him and saw he was openly staring at her, he had a slightly frustrated expression.

"That's Edward. He's gorgeous, of course, but don't waste your time. He doesn't date. Apparently, none of the girls here are good-looking enough for him." Jessica sniffed, a clear case of sour grapes. I wondered when he'd turned her down. Good for him. He once again looked at me before looking away with a slight smile. However, his smile faded away quickly once his eyes went back to my sister.

After a few more minutes, the four of them left the table together. They all were noticeably graceful —even the big, brawny one. It was unsettling to watch.

My sister and I left together after that, Angela decided to accompany us, because she had the same class as Bella.

I wasn't very excited for my next class… gym. Well I hope I don't fall or hurt anyone. Coach Clapp, found me a uniform but didn't make me dress down for today's class. At home, only two years of RE. were required. Here, P.E. was mandatory all four years. In this aspect, Forks would be, my sister's and mine's personal hell.

In gym there was another one of Jessica's friend there, she introduced herself as Lauren. I could tell, just by the way she talked, she was even worse than Jessica.

I was so excited when the bell finally rang, last class of this weird day. And I got away from Lauren.

My last class was English, the teacher also made me introduce myself… Crap… I was ready to repeat the same speech as before when I saw him, Jasper Hale, sitting there. Great…

"My name is Cassie Swan, I'm 17, I have a twin sister named Bella. We both moved here from Phoenix." The teacher gave me back the slip once I was done. She also pointed me towards my seat, right in front of Jasper. Great, again… He was staring at me once again.

I didn't get why he was so fixated on me. Wasn't he dating Alice, I think…?

Once I sat down, I heard him take a deep breath, well, it seemed he was now breathing. Good for him.

English class was quite easy, I knew Bella and I wouldn't have to much trouble, because we had already read all of the books.

Once the final bell rang, I quickly gather my stuff and went to meet my sister at the front office.

"Sis, wait up!" I called out to her, once I saw her at the corner of the office. When I got to her, I saw that she had a sad look on her face. "What happened?"

"Nothing, I'm fine."

"Bella, you can't fool me. Remember I've known you all my life, big sis."

"What good 30 seconds it was before you arrived." She was being sarcastic, I knew she loved me.

"Harharhar… hilarious Bells, admitted you love me." I joked with her. Opening the front office door.

She was about to answer me, when she saw him. Edward Cullen stood at the desk. I recognized again that tousled bronze hair. He didn't appear to notice the sound of our entrance. Bella stood pressed against the back wall, waiting for the receptionist to be free. I looked at her, the sad face had returned.

Edward was arguing with the receptionist in a low, attractive voice. I quickly picked up the gist of the argument. He was trying to trade from sixth-hour Biology to another time — any other time. Bella's face got even worse. 'What did this asshole do to my sister?'

I didn't even realize the door opened again, I was standing in front of it, so it hit me in the back. Also, a cold wind suddenly gusted through the room, rustling the papers on the desk. I turned and saw a girl, she looked at me apologetically but didn't say a word. Well I guess it was kind of my fault for standing in front of the door.

Bella was looking straight at Edward Cullen, his back was really stiff, slowly he turned to glare at her with piercing, hate-filled eyes. For an instant, I felt a thrill of genuine fear for my sister' s life, I took a step towards her and that seemed to break him out of his trance. He swiftly turned back to the receptionist.

"Never mind, then," he said hastily in a voice like velvet. "I can see that it's impossible. Thank you so much for your help." And he turned on his heel without another look at us, and disappeared out the door.

I got to the desk quickly, eager to get out, my sister on the other hand, took her time to hand over her slip. I couldn't hold back the groan.

"How did your first day go, dears?" the receptionist asked maternally.

"Fine," We both lied. She didn't look convinced.

When we got to the truck, it was almost the last car in the lot. Bella got in the driver seat, I didn't want her to drive she looked really pale, more than usual, but when I tried to take the keys, she didn't let me. On the whole way home, I could see she was fighting tears. What did that jerk do to my sister?

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