Heyy. So, I started writing this and absolutely have no direct idea at which I'll be taking this…so yeah. In this story I doubt I'll put Bella in unless she's just a random character…won't be that important? I just don't feel like putting her in. Also, Edward can't read the twin's minds. It will make everything easier. Kay? Thanks for reading. (:

Not So Ordinary
Chapter One, Walk It Out.
January, 2009.

"I see…." Jazzabelle starts in an ominous voice. I smack her upside the head. "Take a chill pill. I was just joking." She frowns at me and then proceeds to grab her sketchbook. I try to sit still as she slowly flips through the pages, trying to find the picture that she wants me so desperately to see. She slows down, if that's even possible, and shows me a picture that she drew a couple weeks ago. "This would be it. Cool, eh?"

I looked at the picture in disbelief. It looked the same as it should. It was if she took my story I had just written today, and took some of the parts and turned it real. It's happened before; it just seemed so real now.

"Looks like we know where exactly we're headed then." Jazzabelle jumps up and grabs the suitcase by the curb and throws it over her petite body. "Lazy bones, I know you're shocked but get a move on." She takes my suitcase and throws it over to me. It lands on my feet. The grass is all over our clothes, but we don't have time to change. "We have to hurry to catch the next bus out of here. It's going to leave in 15 minutes. I want to get there before dark. We have to find her before dark." Jazzabelle has this new determination that I've been a witness to many times. When she gets her mind set on something, she goes all out to get what she wants. I look at the sixteen year old girl in front of me. Black hair that runs past her shoulders, blue eyes, fair complexion, about 125 in weight, 5'5", average all around. She's my twin, and we look the same as everyone else around here, because no one stands out. She was my best friend, my everything, we've been through a hell of a lot, but she's always been there for me and I there for her.

I slowly get up and tuck everything away. I grab my duffel bag and throw it over me and stand up beside her. She looks at me and we both nod. "I guess we need to get going, you look like you're about ready to throw a hissy fit." I joke, though it's not very funny.

She laughs anyway, used to my sense of humor. "You're right about that kid, you're right about that." She even ruffles my hair like a parent would do to a child. I duck out of her way.

We walk towards the sun rise that is high above the sky by now, and all the traffic passes us. It's one of those days where everyone just has to get to work, on time. It's one of those things that you see everyday when you live in a big city. One thing for sure, I'm not going to miss this by moving away. Not at all.

My sister and I are alike in many ways. Our looks for instance, would be a major thing. We care about grades, though I care about them a tad more than she does. But her personality is brighter, more outgoing, than my own. I look at a lot of things differently than others. Sometimes I can completely miss a point to a story by focusing on something that is on a much deeper level. I guess that's why I got the writing gene and Jazz got the drawing gene.

"The train station is up ahead. We'll get there in about two minutes. Then we'll buy our ticket and get on board and head to the other side of the country." Jazz informs me.

I nod. "That sounds good." I walk with purpose toward the station as Jazz flutters at my side. She's a lot more graceful than I, and you can easily tell by watching her walk.

The minutes passed without us getting a second glance. We went up to the ticket station. "Two for the 111 train please." I tell the lady handing her the money. She looks at me and just nods. I guess she's used to having teenagers come around here to get on the train to travel somewhere. It's a lot easier than taking a bus around here. Which, of course, we're going to have to do when we stop way over the halfway mark... oh joy.

The lady hands us the tickets and points us in the direction of the train. It's soon to take off and everyone is scurrying on board. Jazz and I look at the ticket and see that we have to be in car 5 to start off. We quickly locate it and jump on, no need in waiting for it to soon take off and then board.

We find some empty seats and sit down. It's going to be a long ride.

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"Man, why does it have to be so rainy? Ewe, my hair is going to be ruined!" I just roll my eyes and tie my hair in a hair clip at the base of my neck.

"The school should be letting out soon, maybe we can get directions to the place from one of the students that attend." I start walking in the direction of the school.

The town is small. There is barely any traffic. Not at all like our hometown. "This is such a boring town. Gees, how could anyone ever want to live here?" She crinkles her nose, and I know how she feels. "I'm so glad we're still on Christmas break, it made this a lot easier. And, we'll still have to figure out where to go." I sighed and she looked at me with a downcast expression as well. We've had this conversation before and we just don't know what to do.

"I guess we can go somewhere like New York. Get some jobs and have our own apartment. That would be fun…I suppose." I hear kids laughing and doors slamming so I know we're on the right track. One look at Jazz and she knows it too. We walk quickly down the road and into the forest beside the school. We stare into the parking lot. There are several different groups of people here and it's just so weird to see it and not be over there to experience it. I actually kinda miss school, wow…where did that come from?

The parking lot was full of older cars and I can easily guess the town was not the richest one in the world, the smallest towns normally aren't. I've seen it before, never lived in one, but I've seen it before.

"Hey, hand me the sketch book. I'm going to go up to one of those kids and see if I can find directions." I dig through the bag and hand her the book and follow her wordlessly. She has an extra spring in her step and I'm glad to see we're finally on the right track.

I fall in step with her as she tries to decide which person to ask. Her eyes wander to a girl that is tall, with black hair. It looks like she is about to leave and we walk over to her. "Excuse me please." Jazz says in her best voice.

The girl looks up, obviously confused as to who these two strange girls are. "Uhm, what can I do for you?"

Jazz shows her the drawing. "We're looking for this place. Do you know where we would be able to find it?"

The girl looks at her for a while then nods. "Yeah, it's a few miles north of here. You have to go down a long road, you might think you're lost but just keep going. You should be able to find it then." I smile gratefully at her.

"Thank you so much. You helped us out a lot. More than you even know." She nods and goes to get into her car and we walk away from her so we don't cause her anymore discomfort.

"Come on, we better get a move on. It'll take a while to get there." Jazzabelle follows behind me and we quickly duck out of the parking lot. The last thing we need is to be stopped and asked what we're doing here. We don't even know for definite if she's still here. We're just hoping that not much has changed.

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