So, this idea kind of just came to me and I played around with it until POOF! there came a story. (: Please tell me if it's worth continuing.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

School today was like any other day. Boring.

I was sitting in English, next to my best friend, Chrysanthemum (aka, Chrissy) (TO ANY OF YOU WHO HAVE READ MY FAIR GODMOTHER OR MY UNFAIR GODMOTHER, YES, THIS IS THE SAME NAME AND I'M USING IT SO DEAL WITH IT! And to any of you who haven't read those books, I highly recommend them. Have a super day:D). Chrissy is hard to understand. I mean, on the outside she may seem like a stuck-up snob who gets whatever she wants but the truth is, that's her cover. The cover she uses to mask the hurt from her older brother's recent death. It was so devastating, it pains me so much to think about it right now. Patrick was like my older brother, too. He treated me like a little sister, protecting me from anything and everything. When my first boyfriend cheated on me, he taught that guy a lesson if you know what I mean. So, I guess what I'm trying to say, is that Chrissy's been my best friend for years and nothing is going to change that. Ever.

The bell finally rang and gathered my books before gathering Chrissy's books and dragging her out the door as she texted God knows who. I exchanged her books from her locker, grabbed her lunch, did the same for me, and pulled her along to the cafeteria.

She looked up from her phone, "Whoa. We're in lunch."

I nodded and proceeded to eat my sandwich. She can be so, completely clueless.

I got home at around three, tired from walking. I opened the door and called, "Mom? You home?"

"We're here, sweetie!" I heard her call from inside the house. I followed the voice, throwing my stuff down on the way there. I found her and my dad sitting in the office talking.

I noticed their intense expression that immediately cleared when I walked in.

"Hi, Savannah, how was your day today?" My mother asked.

"Fine, but I have homework to do. Call me for dinner. If I get done in time, I could help." I said quickly.

They nodded and I ran upstairs. I then tip-toed quietly down the stairs to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"How could you not tell me about this, Joshua?" I heard my mother whisper angrily.

"I'm sorry, Carol."

"Did it just occur to you that maybe you should tell me you have two other sons?"

I gaped. What the hell?

"Embry and Sam do not know where I am, who I'm with, or anything really." He answered calmly.

"Embry Call and Sam Uley live on the Quileute Reservation, right?"

"Yes."

She sighed, "I cannot believe this."

My father sighed, too. A different kind of sigh.

"We'll talk about this later. Savannah was already suspicious when she got home."

I quickly spun around and dashed up the stairs, only to trip and fall on my face on the last step. I ignored the pain from my nose and continued up to my room, slamming the door shut as soon as I got in. I slowly walked over to my computer looking up the name 'Embry Call'. I didn't really find anything. Next, I typed 'Sam Uley Quileute Reservation La Push, Washington'. I found different things about Quileute legends and things about Sam being on the council.

I'd heard my dad talking about where Sam lives, liking his house. I never knew who Sam was. I found his house on Google Maps and memorized the directions. I didn't know why, I just did it. I needed to hear more. Apparently, I'd pretend to have a lot more homework.

After dinner, I eavesdropped a little more before going back upstairs to actually do my homework. I got up in the morning ready to confront mom. It was Saturday. I got dressed quickly in jeans and a hot pink tee shirt. I put on my usual teensy tiny bit of makeup, my sneakers, and a sweatshirt, for it was chilly in the house. I walked downstairs and found my mom in the kitchen.

"Hey, Mom?" I began hesitantly.

She looked up at me and smiled. It was a fake smile.

"What's up, hun?"

I got straight to the point, "Do I really have two brothers?"

Her eyes widened. "Oh, Savannah. You weren't supposed to know."

"You weren't going to tell me?"

"Well…no."

"I can't believe you weren't going to tell me about something like this!"

"I didn't want you to be involved."

"I'm already involved! He's my dad and they're my brothers!"

"Savannah, I'm not going to argue with you about this."

"I can't believe you!" I screeched, running out the door.

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-madittude99

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