First, Twilight isn't mine neither the characters except for Kathleen. They are Stephenie Meyers'. Secondly, this story involved with sister figure for one of the pack, so if that's not what you want to read... Don't flame. Ok On with the story.

Prologue

My name is Kathleen Lahote. There's nothing out of the ordinary about me. I look just like any other teenage girl. Long chestnut hair, blue, almost grey eyes and a sharp nose. I'm quite tall - a fact that some kids liked to point out to me, and my jaw is too pointed for my liking.

I live with my Dad in Florida. My Mom divorced him when I was three. I have also got an older brother. From what information I've gathered from my Dad, my brother's name was Paul. I have no idea what he looks like, for there are no pictures of him at all.

After the divorce, Paul went with Mom and I stayed with Dad. It seemed fair that way. Plus my Mom doesn't really like me much. She was jealous of me, because my Dad spoiled me rotten, and at the time, paid more attention to me than her. It was this that lead to the quarrel, then on to the divorce.

Well, that is what my Dad told me when I questioned him about it. I didn't question it, because my Dad is the number one person in my life. However, as I grew older, I couldn't help but think there was something more hidden.

My Dad is the most wonderful Dad in the entire world. When I was younger - he would take me to theme parks, shows, wherever I wanted. I loved my Dad more than I loved anyone in my life.

I'm thirteen now. Almost fourteen. Those days seemed so far away started coming home late. Steadily, he started to ignore me, in favor of talking to someone on his phone. He's always talking to a woman. At first, I hoped it was Mom and that she was willing to come home, due to the tone he held as he spoke into the phone.

However, that was just a hopeless dream. I finally got some answers when my Dad arrived home late again. I asked my Dad why he kept arriving late, but he just told me he was busy with work and he was sorry. I didn't question him for a few weeks after that.

Then, one day, he came home later than usual. When I asked him again, he cut me off and told me I was being nosy. He then said that he should have left me with my Mom. That he almost regretted having me here in the first place. I couldn't tell you how much that hurt me. I think I cried for hours after that.

I started to believe that everyone hated me here. I had nobody else. I'm scared of being abandoned by those I love. It's always been a fear of mine.I couldn't bear to see Dad laughing with someone else, instead of talking to me about nonsense, just like the old days.

I felt as if I couldn't show what I was feeling in front of people. I would put a smile on in public, but deep down, I felt really lonely.

Then, out of the blue, Dad announced that I was going to stay with my Mom. He told me that the flight had been booked and everything had been arranged.

So, I'm currently sitting in this crowded plane, off to see the Mom who I haven't seen in 10 years. I felt betrayed by my Dad. He'd just dumped me on this awful machine without so much as a goodbye.

Just like trash I thought to myself as the plane lifted into the sky.

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