Amelle woke from her sleep. The car was warm, stuffy and she felt uncomfortable. She looked at her uncle Charlie. He looked back at her. There was a long stare before Charlie turned his attention back to the road. Amelle sighed and sat up straight. 'Can I open the window please?' Her uncle nodded and she unwind-ed the window. She lay her head back and absorbed her new atmosphere. The sky was grey, the air was cold. No noise, not much movement. The streets and roads were almost colour-less. All grey, everywhere was grey. Nobody spoke or asked personal questions. Nobody judged her or cared about her past and the memories she left behind. Nobody seemed to have ulterior motives. The air swooped in the car through the opened window and violently attacked Amelle's long red and black hair. Her hair the proceeded to scatter all over her face. She pushed the dyed bright red locks out of her face and placed it down once side of her face. Life was perfect. Amelle liked this.

Forks, Washington was a far cry from her old life. The life she was forced to leave behind. Leave behind the people she loved and loathed. She had to throw it all away like an empty wrapper. Amelle was upset at first but the thought of having no reputation and no back catalog of secrets actually seemed like a relief when she thought about it. The car came to a halt. She was at her destination. She unbuckled her seat-belt and left the car without a thought. She just did it, and did it in silence. Amelle stood next to the police car and waited on her uncle emerging. He did so and suggested that Amelle go inside and see her cousin Bella, while he got the bags. Amelle, ever the obedient one did as she was told and slowly entered the house. She closed the door quietly behind her. Silence. She looked at herself in the hall mirror. Her red hair with black flashes was long. It stopped a couple of inches underneath her breasts, her rather large breasts. Her grey cardigan with black hearts on it was buttoned up but you could still see the top of her low cut white tank top underneath it. Her black hot-pants where small and only just covered her modesty. Her legs were bare but covered up to the knee by black socks. Her feet were protected by ankle boots, black high-heeled ankle boots. The white bow she wore around her neck was held up by a thin silver chain. It hung low and the bow rested on her chest. She held it in her hand and took a breath. She entered the living room and found it empty. The kitchen was the same. She slowly walked up the stairs and saw a door with a sign saying 'Bella' on it. The sign was a give away and Amelle made her way up to the door. Amelle thought about knocking but thought bursting in and shouting surprise would be more her style. She turned the handled, swung the door open, leaped in to the room and screamed. 'Surprise!' Her cousin turned and smiled, she turned back to her book and continued reading. Bella did not seem to care she was here. Amelle closed the door and walked to the bed. 'Not surprised then?' Amelle giggled and lay on the bed. Bella closed her book. She fixed her brown hair and looked her cousin in the eye.

'Dad told me you were coming.'

'Oh. Well you could have acted surprised.'

'The thought never occurred. Sorry.'

'No need to apologise, I'll get over it. Eventually' Both girls laughed.

'Come here you.' Amelle held her arms open to receive a cuddle from her older cousin.

Summer was coming to a close. Hours left until the first day of school. Bella would return a senior and be 18, whereas little Amelle would debut a junior at the age or 17. The girls pampered the day before school and caught up on the years they haven't seen each other. Both girls however left out secrets and big parts of their lives. Both girls may as well have lied and told each other they where locked in a cage, nothing exciting or even worth remembering was shared.

'So you got a boy then?' Amelle smirked.

Bella giggled, Amelle gasped. 'A man?'

'No. No. A boy.' Bella smiled.

'Name? Age? Is he hot? Amelle was interested now.

'Edward, 17 and yes he is rather hot.'

'Ooh. Has he got any brothers?' Amelle winked.

'Yes. Two. but they are taken. Shame that.' Bella chuckled.

'That's never stopped me before. Joke.' Both girls laughed. 'Any friends then?' The question felt as if Bella was being slapped. She had only just realised Edward has no friends. Bella gulped and didn't look at her cousin. She panicked. How could she answer the question? Bella whom at the time was painting Amelle's toenails decided to accidentally mess up her cousin's nails hoping it would serve as a distraction. Amelle swerved her hand up and got red nail polish all over her cousins feet.

'Ah! That's cold! Oh Bella! You're hopeless!' Amelle shot her legs up to her chest so she could examine her foot. ' Could you grab me a tissue please. Bella left the bed then the room feeling a bit smug. Her plan had worked. Amelle looked at her toenails and replayed the past couple of minutes in her head.

Why didn't she answer the question? She's hiding something. Did she think ruining my nail polish would make me forget her silence? As If Bella. She has a secret; And I'm going to find it out.