Disclaimer : Yeah, I know it's obvious, I don't own Twilight, but I was told I could possibly get sued for not adding this in here? So yeah, I don't own Twilight or the characters from Twilight. I only own my own characters.

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"Amber, you want to help me carry in these boxes before it starts raining again?" Turning from the window with a frown upon my face, I walked from the empty house to the front porch. My aunt, Tammy, was trying to balance the two large boxes in her arms in an attempt to get as much inside before it started down pouring again. So far we had managed to get about 6 boxes inside before the rain cut us off. I hurried down the stairs, taking one of the boxes from my aunt with a small grin. "Oh, thanks. I wasn't sure if I'd make it with both," Tammy said, relieved. Instead she grabbed a smaller box and hurried to get them inside. I glanced inside to see if there was anything else I could grab and sighed at the amount of boxes still in the moving truck. I grabbed the two shoe boxes marked "Odds and Ends" and carried them inside. After carefully placing the boxes with the others I looked around. The house wasn't TOO bad, I had decided. The walls were an off white that I know Aunt Tammy would paint over and over different colors until she found one she liked. The floors were hardwood, but still in good shape. The rooms were pretty spacious, though they would soon be filled with everything we owned. "Dont just stand there, Amb, c'mon!" Tammy called from the door way.

"Yeah, yeah," I called back, following her out to the truck. We managed to get most of the boxes inside before it started down pouring again. Groaning, we ran inside with the boxes in our arms. We hadn't even started on the furniture yet. That out to be a fun adventure with how muddy the ground was getting.

"Well, maybe it'll stop soon," Tammy said, hopefully.

"Tammy, you DO know that Forks has a superbly high amount of rainfall each year, right?" I said, knowing that we'd have to wait another hour before it started to lighten up even a little bit. Aunt Tammy just threw me a dissapproving glare. She hated it when I was realistic and crashed her hopes. We equalled out though. She was always optimistic. I was waiting for the world to get sucked into a black hole like I knew it would. That or it would explode. I was a firm believer in Global warming and had several eccentric ideas as to WHY it was happening.

"Let's start organizing these boxes," Aunt Tammy said, changing the subject. I nodded and grabbed a box, setting it off to the side. Within the time it had taken us to seperate all the boxes into different piles for their respective rooms, the rain had lightened a little. "Yes! I told you it would stop soon, let's go." I shook my head with a laugh and went back out to the truck. Once we got the boxes inside and placed them in their right piles, we both sighed, looking at all the furniture piled into their moving truck. I had told Tammy to hire movers, but she had refused. She figured they could have more fun doing it themselves. "Besides," I remembered her saying, "it makes you feel more accomplished. Maybe some nice guys will come and help us." Well, I thought, we could certaintly use them now. We started with the easy stuff like the kitchen chairs and table. It had been the two of them for a while, so we didn't have anything elaborate. While Tammy moved the table around the kitchen, trying to find a place she liked it, I brought in the kitchen boxes and set them on the counter. Next, we worked on the living room stuff. After successfully getting the coffee table, empty entertainment center, and lay-z-boy into the living room, I groaned. Their couch, which Aunt Tammy loved dearly, was next. Granted, the couch was really comfortable, but it weighed a ton. I was used to doing heavy lifting, after all, this wasn't the first time Aunt Tammy decided to move, but the couch just seemed to get heavier and heavier every time. Personally, I think she hides stuff in it, though I've never been able to gather proof. I grabbed the end and lifted, already feeling the strain on my arms.

"You really need to get a lighter couch, Aunt Tammy," I said, straining to carry and talk at the same time.

"But I love this couch!" she exclaimed, horrified that I would think such a thing about her precious couch. We went through the same discussion everytime.

"Here, let us help," came an unfamiliar voice from behind me. I jumped and probably would have dropped it if the man hadn't of grabbed onto the end of it. There was a group of 6 men who were obviously from the Quileute tribe nearby. That was part of the reason Tammy moved here and chose the house she did. I couldn't help but gawk momentarily. Even with the rain and cold, they were in just jeans and sneakers. Not that I was complaining, since every one of them had bodies to drive any girl crazy. I didn't get to see people like this often, or even up close. Well, I guess the day won't turn out too bad, I thought with a mental grin.

"Oh, thank god. By all means, have at it," I said rubbing at my arms. The man chuckled and another on went to take my Aunt's side. Tammy flashed me one of those "I-told-you-so" grins and added a wink before giving directions to the men in the truck.

"You men came just in time," I heard my Aunt say. I just laughed and went inside, deciding to start unpacking. After making sure the piles of boxes wouldn't get in their way, I walked into the kitchen. It was the same off white as the living room and had plenty of cupboard space. There was even a decent refrigerator still here. I attempted to set up the kitchen as much as I could so that it was like the last one we had. It was always a pain trying to remember where you put silverware and dishes after you had just moved.

"Do you want us to carry these upstairs for you, too?" came a deep voice from behind her. I turned to see a few of the men with the dressers and a matress. I glanced past them to see the other one was on its way.

"Uh, if it wouldn't be too much trouble?" I asked, smiling nervously. The man only smiled at her and nodded with a laugh. I took them upstairs and showed them which rooms to put the furniture in. After convincing them to just set everything in the rooms and that we would organize it all later, we all headed downstairs.

"You know," Tammy started, "you've been so helpful, but we haven't even gotten your names yet." Smooth, I thought.

"Oh, yes, where are our manners," said the man who just oozed authority. Not like a domineering authority, but more like he was in charge. Not a bad thing, but slightly intimidating. "My name is Sam Uley," he said, extending a hand.

"Tammy Sanders," she stated, shaking the mans hand.

"Amber," I said, shaking the man's hand afterwards. It was oddly warm, yet comforting.

"It's a pleasure to meet you both," he said with a warm smile. That's when I noticed the man behind him. He looked like he had just been punched in the face. He stared at me in what I thought was disbelief and there was pain buried deep in his brown eyes. I frowned, trying not to be rude by staring, but noticed some of his friends were glancing at him questioningly. The others introduced themselves as Quil Altera, Embry Call, Jared, and Paul. However, when it got to the last man, he was gone. That was okay, I know the name anyways. Jacob Black. The man who had been desperately and hopelessly in love with my mother. Yes, that's right. I let people believe my last name was Sanders, but my true last name was Swan. Amber Lynn Swan, 17 year old daughter of the deceased Bella Swan. I knew all the stories, all the pain my mother went through, and was going get vengeance with the man who broke her heart. The man who was, unfortunately, my father. That was the main reason I didn't complain when my aunt decided to move us here. Of course, my mother had no siblings, but the woman who had become my mother's best friend during the hard times after my.. father left had soon become like family. A couple of the men kept glancing at me, and I knew why. They recognized me, just like Jacob had. After all, I looked exactly like my mother, but with extraordinary green eyes. I loved my eyes, even if I knew that was one trait I got from my father.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, too," we said in synch. We smiled at each other, before chuckling. Tammy talked with Sam while I started unpacking the living room boxes. I was happy Aunt Tammy had them set up the furniture in the livingroom so I didn't have to move the TV into the entertainment center. That was another thing that weighed a lot, but I loved it. Tammy joined in after the visitors had left, and we finished the downstairs fairly quick.

"Those men were pretty nice looking, don't you think?" Tammy said with a grin.

"They're probably all taken, too, Aunt Tammy," I said, grinning back. She only made a funny face at me.

"So, are you excited for your first day tomorrow?"

"I guess," I said.

"Oh, c'mon. It'll be fun."

"Oh, yes. Woo! School," I said as sarcasticly as possible. Tammy only hit me on the arm with a scoff. I laughed and stood up, stretching. "Mmm, it's pretty late. I'm gonna head to bed."

"Don't you want something to eat first?" Tammy said with a frown, standing too.

"Nah, that's okay. I'm not entirely hungry."

"Hmm, okay, if you say so. Sweet dreams, kiddo."

"Will do," I said. I trudged my way upstairs, kind of wishing I had told Quil and Embry where to put everything, but that was okay. Entering my cluttered room, I sighed. They'd be there tomorrow, I just knew it. But did I have the guts to face them? Granted, I was going to make them pay somehow, but they ARE vampires after all. Well, there's no going back now, I thought and moved my room around. Not bothering with making the bed, I threw one of my pillows on the bed and layed down. Oh, tomorrow was going to be great. I grinned and closed my eyes, imagining the looks on their faces when they saw me. Sweet victory would be mine. Edward Cullen and his family would pay for what they did to my mother. I would make sure of it.

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Okay, so this is my first fanfic. I hope you enjoy it. I had originally wrote this in third person but my friend thought it would be better in first person, so I decided to give it a shot. I'm not the greatest with writing stories in first person, but oh well. Just let me know if you see spots where it's still in third or if you have a question. This is my third revision on this one so far, but nothing has changed. Just fixed some errors and added this lovely note. :D Let me know what you think of it! I'd love to know your opinions, even if you're just going to tell me you hate it. Just let me know why you do or don't like it.