DISCLAIMER: I do not own Twilight or any of its characters. That honor belongs to Stephanie Meyer
Angela's POV
In my kitchen were two women. They were only 17, so the word girl could still apply, but somehow that didn't seem to fit the two people standing before me. Their identical faces were framed with coal black hair. Their skin was pale like Bella's, but it seemed even paler with their dark curls. The only way to tell them apart would be by the dyes in their hair. The one on the left and red streaks and the one on the right had blue. Their eyes gazed at me from behind long lashes, a wealth of experience, pain, loss, and joy visible in their night blue depths. Nothing about them showed vulnerability or insecurity, they knew what they wanted; where they were going to go, and they had no doubt that they would never accomplish what they set out to do.
I felt woefully inadequate as I stared at them, waiting for them to explain their purpose for coming here. I had been ill for the past few days, unable to go to school or even get out of bed. My head had ached and ached, and there had been accidents all around the house, with objects spontaneously falling over and rushes of wind blasting ornaments and dishes out of its path. This had been the first day I had been able to get up; the headaches had subsided, as had the accidents. Bella was coming round today as well, her and Edward's niece, Nessie. I was looking forward to their visit, but right now I had to deal with the strangers in front of me.
I didn't know who they were then. I didn't know anything then. The one with blue streaks opened her mouth to speak, and I learned.
Um…yeah this is my first fanfiction, I have no idea what I'm doing. Please review and tell me if I should continue or what I could improve on. I love criticism, criticism is awesome.