The swan girls
A/N: please read and review hope u like the story
Summary: Bella and her sisters Rosalie and Alice get kicked out of there house because of their moms new boyfriend and sent to La Push where they meet a certain pack of wolves and get imprinted on. Two wolves per imprintee. My first story so I'm open to any advice or criticism.
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Bella's POV
My names Isabella Marie Swan, but call me that and I'll slap you so hard you'll have to shove a toothbrush up your ass just to brush your teeth. My name is Bella and I have two sisters, Rosalie and Alice. Rosalie is the oldest at 18 and Alice is the youngest at 16. I'm the middle child, making me 17. I have dark brown, almost black hair with natural red and light brown highlights that stops at my ass. I have electric blue eyes, that some people say are very intimidating if I were to glare at them (which I do a lot). I may be short, at 5'3, but I can still kick anyone's ass who makes fun of me.
My father, Charlie Swan, is the cousin of Billy Black and full Quileute. Since my father is full Quileute, me and my sisters are slightly tan. Rose has golden locks that stop right above her ass and bright sea green eyes. Rose stands at about 5'7, the tallest out of the three of us. Ali is the shortest out of all of us at 5'2. She has naturally light brown hair, that she dyed black and cut up to her chin. Ali is paler than me and Rose with light blue eyes. Ali's eyes, if you look closely, have green surrounding her pupil. We're the Swan sisters.
Our life changed dramatically when our mother sent us to live with our father in La push, because of a asshole named Phil Dwyer who decided he didn't want three ungrateful little sluts in his house, his words. Our dear mother decided that her new boy toy was more important than her own daughters, so she kicked us out to live with our father. Now here we are in a fucking crowded airport waiting for our plane to fucking La Push, Washington, population 371.