i found it! yay! after deleting all my Twilight fanfics off of my computer, i thought all of my favorites were lost too. but they're not! XD most of my favorites, i actually backed up via email, so i still have the popular ones, for the most part. i've gone through and edited, this one a LOT. first of all, Lizzie doesn't go by Lizzie for reasons i'm not gonna go into. she has the same name-well, first name anyways-but she goes by Mayze. it'll explain why later. i promise. i hope you like it edited. it's not gonna be, like, insanely different, but the differences will be, in my opinion, improvements, i.e. more cute, romantic stuff in this one; more pain in Together. it'll just be better, i think. :) and i hope you do too.

before i post any more, i wanna make sure people still want it. i know SilverMoon100 does, but i wanna make sure more people do too. i can easily just send it to them. but, the point is, if you want more and want me to keep going, R&R please, for each chapter. getting reviews helps fuel the fire, so to speak. :) i'll get better chapters up faster.

oh! and, in the summary, i DID reference to the song Nightmare by Avenged Sevenfold, a truly amazing band. RIP the Rev. :( he will be missed. he might not have been the most amazing drummer ever, in your opinion, but he was to some, and he will be missed.

so, without further ado, here's the prologue to Divided.

DISCLAIMER: Stephenie Meyer owns the Twilight Saga and Midnight Sun, not me. If i did, things would've gone way differently.

CLAIMER: I own Mayze. yay! she's pretty awesome.

This is a little thing I started doing
Instead of wasting time and posting some lyrics
Which some people don't even read
I'm just gonna put that chapter's track title.
If you wanna listen to it while reading,
You can
But, obviously, I can't force you to.
It's just for your benefit. :)
Although I wouldn't recommend listening
To the song for this chapter.
The lyrics just fit.

Track 1. Life's What You Make It - Hannah Montana

My eyes closed. This was all so nerve-wrecking. I mean, I'd never lived with my dad before. Bella and I scarcely ever even saw the man, and now, we're living with him? I mean, sure, I'm all for making Renée happy, but...it'll be really awkward.

Oh! I'm sorry! You're probably so confused.

My name is Elizabeth Malia "Mayze" Swan, and I have an older sister named Isabella Marie Swan. She's one of the coolest people you'll ever meet. Honestly, we're complete opposites. She's quiet, shy, and closed in; I'm out-going, optimistic, and open. She's a studyholic, and I've never studied a day in my life. Sure, I make good grades, but nothing like her. She's the older one, so it makes sense for her to be more...motherly. I mean, sure, we have Renée, but she's...erratic. I love her to pieces, but she's...she's a character.

Bella and I don't look alike, at all, other than our almost white skin. She has semi-long, yet insanely beautiful curly, dark brown hair, and I have naturally bleach blonde—almost white—naturally wavy hair with lowlights that I put in a couple of months ago. It didn't take long to straighten mine, and it was cut in a somewhat long emo style cut, because apparently I am emo. (A/N: If you want to see everyone and the pictures I have of her tattoos [you'll see], just let me know, and I'll post a link to make that available on my profile.)

Whatever. People are cruel and stupid. Emo stands for emotionally unstable, and in a sense, everyone is. It's just a stereotype, and I think it's stupid.

Both of our hair has that shimmer look to it, and it looks weightless. Also, her eyes are a gorgeous chocolate brown color, and mine are…well, honestly, they're a bright, bright glow in the dark electric blue color. It's kinda odd.

Like I said, nothing alike except the skin color.

Along with our differences, she's pretty short—five foot four—and I'm five foot eleven, still growing. It didn't make sense, because Charlie wasn't that tall, but I was catching up to him. She's small, all around, basically, and I have curves I could honestly reduce in size by, like, four times and still have some.

Okay; that's exaggerating, but my point is, as skinny—yet muscular—as I am, 32D cup growing still to a DD (almost there) doesn't look normal, and neither does the rather large ass I've got. My legs and arms are slender, but muscular, and my stomach is toned and slim. But, those areas? Nope.

Renée had remarried, in case you're wondering. She married a younger minor league baseball player looking for a team to settle with. She never got to be with him, because she was always at home with us, and it made her sad. So, Bella and I were in Bella's room talking one night, and she proposed we move in with Charlie. I mean, I love the rain, and I love my dad. I just don't know him, at all. We're complete opposites, unlike him and Bella, who are exactly alike. Honestly, I'm nothing like any of my family. I don't know why I'm this way, but I am.

I'm one of those people who love bright, outgoing colors and black, who would rather have the time of my life than sit at home and read a book. I mean, I love doing adventurous things, trying anything new. I don't like fitting in with the "in" crowd. I like being myself, and if that fits, well, then, I guess I'm in. But, honestly, I've never been anywhere where out-going, crazy—in a good way—fun, wild, and awesome fits in. I mean, yeah, I stand out, but, not being all braggy—if that's a word—or anything, people love me. I mean, they love Bella too, but I've got people telling me I'm the coolest person they know.

If only they knew Bella once she was out of her shy shell...

Anyways, right now, we're moving in with Charlie. We're at the airport, about to get on the actual plane.

Renée smiled as she looked back and forth between both of us. "Gosh, girls. I'm gonna miss you both, so much."

"We'll miss you too, Mom," Bella said sincerely before smiling and hugging her one last time. "I promise. We'll call, email, write, and everything. If you need any help that I can help from up there with, just, let me know."

"Don't let me know, because I'm not good at that kind of stuff," I said honestly, smiling encouragingly at Renée. "Mom, if I can remember, I'll call every day. Maybe even text. Never mind. That'll just be a waste of time."

She laughed before pulling us both into another hug. Bella was in her right arm, and I was in her left. "Bye, girls."

Since I wasn't gonna see her for a while now, I decided to cooperate and hug her back. I was just weird like that. Hugs were only okay from guys, and it had to be guys I liked for that—like Charlie, or my best friend, Blaze.

I picked up my duffel bag I was using as a carry-on and strapped it on my shoulder. I had my pillow, my Pookie—don't laugh, alright, but I still have a stuffed bear. He's so cute though, and he means a lot to me—and my blanket for me and Bells on the plane. She put her duffel bag on her shoulder before hugging Renée, yet again, one more time.

That was just something about me. I don't give hugs a lot, especially to women. I mean, sure, it was a special time, but I'm not really the hugging type person.

Bella called me crazy, but, hey, what can I say? I'm mushy at heart. I mean, on the outside, I'm crazy and tough and pretty fucking hardcore—kidding. Inside, I'm figuratively blonde and mushy. I love romantic; I can't stand corny. There is a huge difference. I like sweet, funny, charming, dazzling, intoxicating, and things like that. I cannot stand obnoxious, corny, stupid, or sexist. Those are the things that immediately redirect me from a guy. If he has one of those qualities, I'm not even gonna consider him.

Needless to say, I've never had a boyfriend. Neither has Bella. None of the guys in Phoenix really...attracted us. Blaze was my best friend—nothing more. He had a crush on me at one point, but he realized we just wouldn't work, and we were just meant to be best friends—brother and sister.

As we boarded the planes, Bella locked our arms together, and she decided to look around. I knew, and she knew, our lives were about to completely change. It would probably be depressing, for her at least, to live in a town where it constantly rains. Me, on the other hand...I would have the best time in the world, I think. I love rain, more than I do the sun, honestly. My favorite time of day is when the sun's down, but it's not quite night. Twilight, I guess you'd call it. And, the most perfect twilight is the ones where it's raining. You better believe I'll be sitting outside, dancing in the rain while looking up at the skies. Now that's gonna be awesome.

"Goodbye shorts," I said dramatically with an added sniffle, for effect, as we sat down and I looked out the mirror. I was looking towards all the traffic and the sun. "Goodbye short-sleeves. Goodbye flip-flops."

Bella laughed with a roll of her eyes. "You are so crazy."

I grinned ruefully at her, shrugging. "Well, yeah. But, you already knew that."

"True," she agreed, unable to stop herself from nodding too. "So, are you calm yet?"

I shook my head firmly. "You know what's keeping me going?"

"What?" she asked curiously before leaning back in her seat and looking over at me. Her face was calculating, but otherwise emotionless. I knew that look as she was listening, but her mind was also somewhere else.

"One word," I said with a smile as I held up my index finger. "Rain."

She rolled her eyes but smiled at me softly. "Of course. That would be it...the weather."

I just grinned at her as the light that said Seatbelts On flashed on. All the passengers around us started strapping up, so, after putting my pillow behind me, getting out Pookie, and covering me and Bella up, I did the same thing. I made sure to strap Pookie in too.

Bella laughed. "You are such a dork sometimes, but I love you."

"Hey," I said firmly with a deep frown. "Don't be knocking Pookie. He's my Pookie bear."

"Well, yeah," she said with a snort before laughing softly. "He certainly isn't mine."

"You're just jealous," I said decisively before looking out the window beside me, keeping my eyes set on the skies beside us.

As the plane took off into air, my ears popped with the altitude change. It wasn't any different than it usually was whenever they popped, so it didn't bother me much. People all around me, including Bella, were wincing and holding their ears.

Like I said, it didn't bother me much.

The plane ride was long and freaky. We were way too high up for my taste. In case you didn't know, I'm afraid of heights, so…this was freaky. Bella gave me the window seat, because she thought I would want it.

Looking out the window and gluing my eyes on it wasn't the best idea.

She laughed as I picked up my last bag swiftly. I was still freaked and slightly shaking as I did it, so, I just put the pillow, blanket, and Pookie into my carryon bag. As I put the backpack and both duffel bags on, I noticed Bella had set all her bags down. She was scanning the crowd on her tiptoes, in search of our dad.

I snorted. "You're never gonna find him, Shortie."

She glared at me in aggravation. "I'm not short. I'm just unusually not tall. So, you find him, since you're so freakishly tall."

One scan of the room, and I had found him. So, with a smirk, I nodded to the left of us. "He's this way. Come on."

She spotted him then and decided to lead the way.

As I followed her through the crowd, someone caught my eye. Well, I thought it was someone. They were extremely pale, like Bella and me, but even more-so. Their skin was a silvery white color.

I just shrugged it off as we approached our father.

"Bella, Mayze," Charlie said with a smile. "It's great to see you two again."

We both looked at each other with a smile and then back at him. "You two, Dad."

He frowned. "Oh come on. Are you seriously gonna test me again? I know which one is which, because you're so different, but you know I just sometimes call you the wrong thing. That's all."

I scowled. "When we were little, all you could use was the eye color, cause she had blonde hair too…well…once I got to be at least two."

He nodded. "Yes, but now, hers is brown, and yours is almost white and black." He frowned. "And you're covered in piercings and tattoos. Did your mother approve of all of this?"

"Yes, sir," I answered immediately, half expecting him to call her that moment and start a fight with her about it. "Well, the first time, I snuck out and did it, but she realized that she wasn't gonna be able to stop me, so she just let me do it from then on out."

"Well, no more," he said firmly.

"Until I'm eighteen," I agreed with a nod, "or I have a reason to get another one."

Haha. My tattoos and piercings...

Well, I mostly have tattoos, but I do have a couple of piercings. Along with the usual earrings, I had nine extra piercings that went around the curve of my ears. My final piercing was a stud on the left side of my nose.

Needles scare me, which is weird, because I have so many tattoos and piercings.

For my tattoos...where do I begin?

I'll go from head to toe and left to right.

To start, behind my right ear, I have the word "aláinn," which means beautiful in Irish, in a very neat and jagged print the artist did.

On my left ribs, I have the quote, "If being sane is thinking that there's something wrong with being different, I'd rather be completely mental."

Then, on the inside of my right wrist, in a very cute cursive, I got the word "láidir," which means strong in Irish. Also, on the inside of my left wrist, in the same cute cursive as "láidir," I had the words "l'amore bella" put on there. That means "beautiful love" in Italian.

My left hand had two different tattoos. One was a small heart on the skin in-between my thumb and pointer finger, that curve of the "L" you make with those fingers. My final tattoo was on my ring finger. I had the word "love" put there, in my own personal cursive.

"I brought the squad car, so you two can decide who rides in the back."

Bells and I crossed our arms in unison, playfully glaring in his direction as he grabbed some of our bags and headed out, completely oblivious to our looks we were giving him.

That was something we did. Well, honestly, we did a lot of things in unison. It scared people a lot, until they got used to it. Our response, in unison, would be, "Sisters."

Oh yeah. Did I forget to mention? Charlie is the chief of police in Forks, the place we're moving.

This was gonna be fun. That was the only way to look at it...optimistically.