Hello! So this is my *first* fanfiction about if Seth and Leah had a 10 year old little sister... who is very annoying, clingy, wears sunglasses indoors though is not blind (and refuses to take them off), likes to pull pranks, thinks Jacob Black is her boyfriend and is basically nothing but a huge weirdo. It starts off at the Clearwaters, you know, when theyr'e about to go to that dinner/spaghetti party at Billy's Bella talks about... yeah, obviously, this is going along with the book :p Her name is Sophia... btw. Okay, here goes it. Starts off Sophia's POV, also. Hope you like it, please don't hate, no one's forcing you to read this. Not sure how far it'll go.

Chapter 1

So I was just sitting there that day, being awesome. Like always. It was like, what, 5:00? I'm pretty sure it was already dark. But when it's always raining, it's always dark... so yeah. Unlike most people, I LOVED the rain. When you're last name has the word water in it, though, I guess you're forced to. Whatever, I still liked it. My last name was beastlier than most peoples.

Anyways, I sat on the edge of my bed, back flopped over it, upside-down... sort of, looking up at the ceiling. Random 80's music blasted out of my stereo, considering I was obsessed with that stuff. I think it was playing some song "Beat It" by Michael Jackson. Rest in peace, that dude. Right at the moment, I was pondering (ooh, big word :p) how to get on the ceiling. Toilet Plungers, I thought, Suction-Cup Shoes. Maybe I could use my Spiderman gloves to get on there, the ones that shoot webs I got a long time ago. No, already tried that. I'm not experiencing that again. Stupid worthless garbage, I thought I was the next Spiderman!...Woman. Girl. Those humans that don't have penises, whatever.

Suddenly, a song started to play. Immediately, I recognized the beat. This was my JAM! "Everybody Wants to Rule the World" by Tears for Fears. I tried to flip off my bed from my current position, but i just landed squashed on my head in an uncomfortable position of the floor. This wasn't even surprising, things like that happened to me a lot. Slowly, I pushed myself off the ground and brushed stuff of me. Considering what I did exactly brush off me, I decided I need to clean... Ha! Who was I kidding? Oh that's right, no one. I was alone in my room.

Running over to my radio, I turned it up full blast, you know, not like Pimps Blastin' Music loud, more like How loud they turn it up in countries to torture people. Indeed I was not a normal child. This was something to be proud of in my world. Since I didn't have really any friends, I tended to live in my imagination. Mostly I hung out in my room or my treehouse out back, (which would probably fall out any day now).

But being 10, of course I could never get whatever I wanted. I guess being the youngest HELPED, I mean, my punishments weren't as hard as Leah or Seth's... then again, there not as usually as punished as me either. Still, no music blasting for me. Because, just when I started really getting into the music, Mommy (Er, yeah. I still didn't call my parents Mom or Dad. They'd never be anything but Mommy and Daddy to me. I mean, why not?) of course came upstairs. Now this shouldn't be a problem. You know, if I wasn't probably getting in trouble.

"SOPHIA!" Mommy burst through my door. I stopped what I was doing. She yelled like she walked in on me going down on someone. I ALWAYS blasted my music though, so what was the problem? ...I also always get in trouble for it, but that doesn't mean she shouldn't be used to it. Hands on her hips, she looked at me and said "What the hell are you doing?' I giggled, because I didn't get it. ...So why could she cuss but not let me? Nothing makes sense.

Scowling, I repeatedly stomped my feet and whined "Pleeeease let me keep doing this! I LOOOOOVE this song! It's my favorite and it NEVER PLAYS!". Rolling her eyes, Mommy was silent for a second unitl she said "I like it too, but that doesn't mean you should turn it up so loud people in Australia can hear it." I pouted and crossed my arms. With a sign, Mommy said "Do I really have to count down?" Eyes widened, I shook my head and turned down the radio. Whatever. It was going off anyways.

"Sometimes, Sophia Clearwater, I swear to God you were possesed by the spirit of a stubborn 7 year old boy." Mommy muttered under her breath. I frowned, this hurt my feelings. With a sharp realization, I realized my sunglasses had fell off. I always wore those things, don't ask why because I wouldn't be able to tell you. Quickly, I ran over to them (Apparently they had fell of when I fell off my bed) and put them on, then looked back at Mommy. "Exactly what I'm talking about." She mumbled. I wasn't girly, but I wasn't a boy.

"Get ready." She said, louder. "We're going to the Black's house for dinner, we're having Spaghetti. The Swans will be there." My eyes lit up under my shades when I heard the Black's. I loooved Jacob, he was like, my boyfriend. I officialy declared it. Even if his hair was a lot longer than mine and he was like twice my size. So? Maybe Spaghetti wasn't my favorite thing in the world, but hey, I could sneak candy. I think. Besides, I already had left over pizza warmed up in the microwave about an hour ago. But she didn't know that. I had the appetite of a grown man anyways.

"How long will it be until we're there?" I questioned, swaying back and forth on my heels, hands behind my back, biting on my lip. Mommy sighed. "I don't know, maybe... 15 to 30 minutes. Possibly sooner. We're supposed to pick up Charlie Swan on the way there." I nodded and said. "Okay, do I look at least presentable?" I asked. "You look fine, honey." Mommy said. With a grin, I replied "Good." Fine was good enough for me. "Thank You." I hugged her. She hugged me back, but then muttered "And Jacob said he wants you to stop bothering them." "Oh, silly mommy, I don't bother him!" I said, bubbly.

With a nod, Mommy said "Didn't mean to hurt your feelings." MIND READER. But I just lied and said, "You didn't," Apparently she hadn't realized I hadn't broke away from my hug. "But, since we're picking up Charlie, does that mean you get to sit in the back with me?" I said with a smile. "If you want me to." Mommy replied. I grinned. "YAY!" I yelled, and skipped away to the bathroom. "Sophia..." Mommy started. I turned around, my voice so innocent it stung a little. "Yes Mama?" I asked. "We should probably go downstairs NOW. We've already wasted about 5 minutes." I rolled my eyes. She didn't do anything.

"Wait.. you're serious? I thought you said 15 to 30 minutes!" My voice was a little strained. Raising her eyebrows and crossing her arms, she said "I said MAYBE. You're shoes are down there. Plus you've been locked up in your room all day, get out and socialize with your family." Wasn't I going to be socializing for the next hour or two? "It does not take me 10 minutes to get on my shoes." I pouted. Of course, Mommy always had a comeback, and said "Well what are you going to do for the next 10 minutes then?" There goes my plan for sneaking candy. "Nothing..." I said.

Taking me by the arm, Mommy started walking out the door to the stairs, me sort of being forced to follow her. "You're hair needs to be brushed too. I can tell you've been upside-down." Mommy said. "I thought you said I looked fine!" I protested. "Fine meaning not like a total bum." Mommy replied, and we were already halfway down the stairs. "EXACTLY!" I bursted, that was absolutely perfect for me! "I'm obviously not going to win this battle." Mommy muttered. I pretend not to hear her. I think she knows I was pretending.

By now, we were obviously all the way down the stairs. "In the land, where I was born, lived a man who sailed to sea, and he told us of his life in the land of Submarines..." I started singing, for no reason, it just popped in my head. I loved that song, and movie. The movie made you feel trippy. It makes me sad when those tall guys that work for the blue meanies dropped the apples on that old guy. Old people are cool.

Mommy just looked at me, hand still on my arm. Even with her back turned away from me, Leah muttered "Yepp, I can tell Sophia's down." She was picking something up off the couch. She had on shorts too short for the cold weather, but I think I was the only one to notice. It was just typical Leah-ness. Ever since her break-up with her ex Sam, I think she dressed a little more showy to get boys attention. As far as I know, it was working, but she wasn't with anyone as of then. Boys only watched her for her body. I don't think I'd ever have a body like Leah, even being her sister. It wasn't fair. Leah was so pretty; I was so not.

Still I continued to sing "Yellow Submarine." Mommy said to me, "You sure do love that old music. " I laughed and nodded, "You know it." Weird thing, I didn't see Daddy or Seth. I guessed they were already in the car. Quickly, I walked over to my shoes, which were just plain brown sneakers. They matched my eyes. I tried to pull them on. Leah saw me and shouted "Gross! WHY are you putting those smelly shoes on with NO SOCKS!" I shrugged and said "I never wear socks. Since when have you been The OCD Queen?" She got angry about that. Immediately I regretted saying it. "OCD? I'm OCD because you're a disgusting little slob with absolutely no cleanliness who likes to flirt with every single boy outside her fami-" Leah yelled at me. I shrank back. "EASY GIRLS!" Mommy yelled, and Leah sighed and stopped. Thank god Mommy was there, or I'd probably get cussed out and punched.

I turned my head away from Leah. As much as I hated to admit it, a lot of the time I was DEATHLY afraid of Leah. She was so mean to me, but it wasn't her fault, I guess I understood why she was that way. "Leah, stop yelling at Sophia. Sophia, put on your damn socks." Mommy said. Leah sighed, exasperated, and rolled her eyes. I looked around for my socks. They were on the cocuh, I was so lazy about things like that. Quickly I pulled them on, and Leah went out to the car without saying anything. I pulled on my shoes and looked for my jacket. I always wore the same jacket: It was camoflouge and too big for me.

Noting my apparent confusion, Mommy came over to me and poked my back. I turned around. She held out my jacket and asked "Looking for something?" With a grin, I took it and pulled it on over my head (I always kept it zipped up. Why not, when it fits loosely over my head.?). "Thanks Maaaammaaa." I said, smiling. Another advantage of being the youngest. If Leah said "Mama", she would have thought to be having a terrible day. If Seth said "Mama", he would be looked at as gay. When I said it, I just sounded sweet. Leah said it makes me sounds like a kiss-ass, but I personally think shes just jealous.

Smiling, Mommy patted my back and said "Okay, now let's go out to the car." "Remember your sitting in the back with me, right? 'Cause Charlie is probably gonna be sitting with Daddy in the front." I responded, grinning. Mommy just smiled and said "Of course." "YAY!" I yelled, and jumped. Then, I dashed towards the door and pulled it open, running out. Mommy just laughed and followed me. Tonight was gonna be perfect and go awesomely. So I thought. I didn't really expect there to be a girl there, a girl Jacob's age. Lovely.

Running into the car, I yanked it open and climbed into the back, eagerly. "OW, Sophia! Watch where your going, damn it!" Leah yelled. Apparently I had stepped on her foot. Hard. Of course, she didn't get in trouble for cussing, since she was 19 and they were used to her cussing. But If Mommy or Daddy heard ME cuss, I was in trouble Not fair. Words are just words, right? Mommy came in, and climbed in the back with me. We both got buckled in, and Daddy asked "Ready to go?". "YEAH!" I yelled, fist-pumping. Leah sighed at my reaction and muttered under her breath, "We see them like every fucking day, and her reaction never changes." I rolled my eyes. I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who heard her. This pissed me off. I quickly forgot, when we took off. Maybe she was right, I was overly excited, but who gives a damn?