A/N: Well hi, uhm… I'm really new at this kind of stuff. I just had a really good idea for a story and my friend helped me make it writeable. This is my first shot at a fan-fiction story. I did not make an announcement, and I will not tell you what it is about. You will have to read it to know that. I hope you like it! :)

By the way, I don't own Twilight, or any of the characters in the story. But I do have a friend who claims he's Edward Cullen, guess that's as close as I'm going to get...

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Chapter One

Faded Baseball Cap

"I don't care, I'm going with you!" Jacob huffed impatiently.

At my house that sentence started an all out war. Jacob had gotten his way the first time when we went down to South America to investigate my origins a little more, but this time I was afraid that he wasn't going to win.

"I think he should come," I agreed.

Well, I always agree with Jacob. But why wouldn't I want him to be where I was? He is all I have known my entire life. I don't want him to go away.

"It would be too conspicuous," argued my Aunt.

My aunt, Rosalie, has never liked Jacob. But she's put up with him, only because he makes me happy. She's always been a little oddly protective of me. And I can sense there is something I don't know about with that. But I usually let it go.

"We could split up, be on other sides of town," suggested my mother.

The first memory I have of my mother still terrifies me. She was in so much pain, and I know that I had caused it. Her face was covered in blood, she was broken in so many places, and I know that I am lucky to have her here now.

"But the question still is, where are we going?" asked my grandmother.

My grandmother has always been the one to be the referee; she keeps the peace in this house. I'm pretty sure if she didn't mediate, we wouldn't all still be together.

"I think we should go to Alaska, a few towns away from the Denali clan," my father said.

You know how fathers usually complain that you don't tell them anything? Well, my father complains that he knows too much about my life... I think that may be the reason why he doesn't want Jacob to come with us.

"That's also too conspicuous. When we were near them the last time there were already too many of us. Now we've added another three," my grandfather surprisingly disagreed.

Now my first memory of my grandfather, Carlisle, makes me hate the invention of measuring tape. I have never really liked to stand or sit too still. My family does it sometimes, and I find it really weird how they can just freeze themselves like that.

"I want to stay somewhat close to Charlie. I know the fact that we disappeared has not left him in the best state of mind. I want to be able to watch him," my mother said with a sad sigh.

I remember my Grandpa Charlie. I wasn't allowed to show him what I could with the rest of my family. But that's because he didn't understand us. He still doesn't. He actually has no idea if we are dead or alive, but that is better for him. My mother hates the fact that she can no longer see him. But wouldn't you find it odd if you saw your daughter for the first time in six years just to see that she hasn't aged one bit? We all decided it would be better if Charlie just didn't know.

"How about we draw out of a hat? Everyone will write where they want to go and we'll pick somewhere," my uncle suggested.

My uncle, Emmett, is probably the biggest of us all. The first memory I have of him is the look of shock on his face when my mother beat him in an arm wrestling match. He lost every single day for a year and a half. The only thing that could compare to his look of shock, was the victorious smile he had on his face for at least a month after he had finally won.

"Emmett, why don't I just tell you where we will be going?" asked my other aunt.

My aunt, Alice, can see the future; but only when you are on that path. I remember seeing her with her face in her hands a lot when I was younger. She can't see Jacob at all, because he is a shape-shifter. She can only see humans and vampires, vampires are most clear because she is one. She can see humans she focuses on because she was once human. She says that I used to give her headaches because she didn't used to be able to see me. But now she can very fuzzily see me, like bad reception on television.

"How about you don't ruin my fun for once?" my uncle Emmett had already gotten out a worn down baseball cap and a sheet of paper.

"Fine, if you must insist," my aunt Alice sighed.

Everyone was handed one slip of paper and a pen. I had to think of where I would like to live… It had to be somewhere big enough that Jacob could come with me. I took another moment to think and then scribbled my city on the piece of paper. I had a good feeling that this was a place that would make everyone happy. I put my piece in with the other eight, Jacob wasn't allowed to vote, and just barely after my paper was in the hat; my uncle had snatched it up and stuck his hand in to draw out the winning city