Author's Note: This story has the characters of Stephanie Meyer. All of the Cullens (except for Rosalie) will be placed in this story at one point in time. Including Renesmee:) Please keep in mind that this is my first story and I'm new to this. Any and all reviews are greatly appreciated.
Chapter One
"Cassidy! You need to wake up now! Our flight leaves in three hours and you're not even dressed. Come on we still have to pack our stuff," Marcie yelled in my ear shaking me violently.
I turned over and pulled the pillow out from under my head to throw it at her face. "Five more minutes please," I groaned.
"That has been going on for the past half hour. I'm not falling for it again," she said crossing her arms. "Get up before I flip your mattress."
"You're too weak to do that Marcie. Go away!" I moaned.
"Whatever rocks your boat little missy," she said moving towards the door. "But when you are the only one left here and we are one to live in Forks without you, don't call me complaining. We have each tried to get your lazy butt up out of bed and you have vehemently refused to move."
I sat up quickly at the mention of the band moving to Forks.
"That's today?" I asked suddenly aware of my surroundings.
"Yes now hurry up before I start packing all the wrong things for you on purpose," Marcie laughed as I stood up and wobbled to my dresser.
"Okay, okay. Get out so I can get dressed. I'll be down soon," I said shooing her away.
So I quickly got dressed in some close fitting jeans and my favorite tee. I slipped on my shoes and went to grab my suitcases. The pink one was already packed with shoes, makeup, hair necessities and toiletries. So I went to pack my clothes and all the other things that I wouldn't be able to live without for the next few days as we waited for the moving truck to catch up with us in Forks.
I went to the top of the stairs and yelled for someone to come help me load my suitcases into the back of the truck. The next thing I knew, I was looking out the window of the plane and waiting for the tears to come. I didn't want to leave my family and friends behind but I had made a promise to my twin that I would be there for every step that her band made and I would go with them if they needed to move to get closer to their fame. So you could call me the band manager.
"Please buckle your seat belts. We will be landing in a few minutes," the pilot came on the intercom and everyone sat down and put their seat belts on for the landing at the Seattle airport.
A knot formed in my stomach and my eyes lost focus. Slowly, an image took place in my head as we got closer to the landing dock. It was a family sitting at a lunch table. There was one person out of the five that caught my attention and held it. Something told me that I would get to know him and I heard a voice telling me that his name was Emmett Cullen. He smiled a breathtaking smile and I pulled out of the vision.
I gasped when everything came back into focus and looked around. I stood up along with everyone else and followed the crowd out to the luggage carousel.
