Plot/Info: I am going to write a Twilight fan fiction about a regular human girl. But unlike Twilight the girls the werewolves imprint on turn immortal when they turn seventeen or if they are already seventeen or older they just turn immortal. Sorry, I don't like to have characters die... Or get old...

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT, STEPHANIE MEYER OWNS IT AND SADLY SHE MOST LIKELY WON'T LET ME OWN IT BUT I DO OWN ALL THE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS. I ALSO DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER! :'(

Chapter One

I couldn't believe we were moving from sunny Los Angeles, California to rainy Forks Washington. We were leaving our hometown where I grew up to Forks just because my dad got a joy with amazing pay in Seattle. He and my mom said they wanted to try living in the suburbs. Yeah, Forks was not the suburbs, it was more like my own personal Hell. I mean, L.A. was sunny with clear blue skies and warm and Forks is freezing, rainy and cloudy. I was a city girl not a small town girl. This was torture.

My older brother Austin could care less about this move but he wasn't ecstatic about it either. He was mad at my parents because they chose to move when his life was at its highest point; he had the hot head cheerleader as his girlfriend and he was the youngest football player on the team and on top of that he was the quarterback. At Forks High he would be going into his junior year. He was giving the silent treatment and had his headphones in while glaring moodily out the window.

On the other hand my younger sister Sophia was "super excited" about the move. She hated the city. She said the cars were polluting the air too much and it was too noisy and bright at night to get any sleep. Sophia was going into sixth grade. She wasn't that excited about the rain but she said she had always wanted to live in a small town where everyone knew each other. To me that meant we would be the strange city newcomers and it also meant there were no secrets.

I would be going into my sophomore year of high school. The high school had like only four hundred students in total. Like I said, tiny town. Back in L.A. there were over four hundred students in my year alone.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Even though I'm coming in two weeks after school starts, maybe, everyone will be really nice. Maybe it wouldn't rain as much as my dad said. Maybe it would be really fun and I'd meet some really great people and boys who won't be begging me to go out with them. Maybe I would love Forks. Yeah right, that was as possible as mystical creatures existing, which was not a possibility. I am going to die in this tiny town.

Even though my parents wanted to be small town folk they were still high class city folk. They bought one of the few mansions in Forks and our furniture was already in the house. They nicely gave me the big room with the nice view of our backyard and the woods. There was even a balcony that connected our rooms.

I started to slowly unpack my stuff and sadly put my shorts and tank tops in the back of my closet. I neatly hung and folded all of my clothes into the closet by what they were. It was sad that I probably wasn't ever going to wear shorts or tank tops again. I would miss my flip flops, they were my life.

I noticed I was shivering because I was still wearing my California clothes. I sighed and took out a pair of dark wash skinny jeans and a white ¾ sleeve shirt and a deep red tank top. I sadly stripped of my shorts and tube top and pulled on the skinny jeans with difficulty. I pulled on the tank top and then the shirt and looked in the full length mirror. Staring back at me was a tall and skinny, permanently tanned girl from being in the sun so much with black hair and crystal blue eyes and high cheekbones. I looked every part that a girl from Cali should, except the hair. I had straight, jet black hair when most girls were bleach blonde or just blonde with wavy hair. I sighed.

I slowly went over to my bookcase and filled it with the millions of books I've acquired over the years. Sure I cared about how I looked but I wasn't that materialistic, I loved reading, art, sings, playing guitar and piano, writing and math. Call me a nerd but I was a pretty nerd. I smiled at the different titles of the books and at the ones I especially loved.

I plugged my laptop and iphone in and set them both on the desk. On my bulletin board above my desk I started to pin the pictures of my friends and sunny California onto it. They were memories, great memories, fun memories. My friends and I were all laughing and smiling brightly in all the pictures.

The walls were a very light peachy-orange color with fairy lights strung along the top of the walls. There was also a light in the center of my ceiling and one besides my table. All of the furniture in my room was made of light oak. My room was warm and sunny feeling and reminded me of California. The view outside the window ruined it. Outside was a rainy, cloudy and grey sky with a wet and overly green forest. It was supposed to be a sunny, sandy beach with a blue ocean and girls sunbathing and guys playing football.

I sighed flopping down onto my bed and turned my radio on. I smiled Katy Perry's new song California Gurls came on. It was one of my favorite songs, not just because it was calling girls from California hot but because it was catchy and bright.

"California girls

We're unforgettable,

Daisy Dukes,

Bikinis on top,

Sun-kissed skin,

So hot

We'll melt your popsicle,

Oooooh, oh, oooooh."

I fell asleep listening to that song and dreamed of sunny California. I dreamed I was on the beach with my girls and we were laughing and having a blast taking pictures and bopping around. My dream soon turned into a nightmare when I realized I didn't live there any more and that my first day of school was the next day.

Night-Day Dreamer: What did you think of my first chapter? Constructive criticism is welcome!