I gazed up to Alice every now and then. Words of adventure and excitement flew from her pale and delicate lips. I remember her face was nearly the same as it was in this present day. Pale, yet a beautiful, perfect structure. Her dark wispy hair made me think of her as a tiny pixie, like Tinkerbell in the story. How now I envied her and the rest of my family for their beauty and gracefulness. I never knew that I possessed just the same.

She ran her cold fingers through my thick fiery curls that Rosalie and her had both formed that morning. She did this while she read to me my favorite story, Peter Pan. I listened intensively about the magical land full of pixies, mermaids, and youth. I desired most when I was a young child to have Peter Pan sprinkle pixie dust on my carrot-top head and lead me to the wonderful and carefree Neverland.

"I wanna fly Alice." I told her. "I wanna fly with Peter." I repeated as I rested my head on her frigid shoulder.

She patted the top of my head, smiling. She brushed my bangs from my dark blue eyes. "I bet you do." She said gently. Jasper, her boyfriend (now husband) removed his book from his face and smiled at the two of us. I smiled back.

"Do you wanna come?" I asked Jasper as I jumped off the couch and ran to the chair he sat at. I rested my elbows on the cozy velvet and crimson armrest and my hands held my head, as I waited patiently for his answer.

"It would be fun Wendy." He admitted. "But I am quite content right here, in good ole' London." Jasper retorted in his southern voice as he turned a page and went back to his pleasure book.

"I'll join you Wendy!" Emmett, my eldest brother boomed from behind me. He scooped me up into the air.

Laughter bubbled from my mouth. "Emmett!" I could not cease my giggles. "Emmett, look I am going to fly!" I said as I demonstrated what Peter, Wendy, Michael and John did in the book Alice was supposed to be reading to me. I spread my arms, as if they were wings and soared on Emmett's shoulders.

"Good job, Wendy." Emmett praised. "You are going to be a pro at flying once Peter Pan comes and takes you to Neverland."

Suddenly my arms fell to my side and my laughter became silence. I pondered deeply about what Emmett had just said. I became saddened. I didn't want to leave my family back in London when Peter comes for me. Actually the truth was, I didn't want to leave at all.

"Emmett…I don't think I wanna fly with Peter no more." I sounded disappointed.

"Why?" Emmett asked as he set me on the couch next to Alice.

"Because then I will be away from mommy and daddy and my brothers and sisters. I don't wanna go without you guys." I told him.

Emmett, Alice and Jasper all exchanged grins. "Oh, I see." He said, understanding my reasoning.

I missed the stories Alice and Jasper would read to me. I missed how Rosalie and Alice used to fix my hair and dress me up like a doll for show on our daily strolls. I missed how Edward and Bella together would take me out on a drive or to the zoo. I missed visiting Renessmee and Jacob in the states and listening to Edward play the piano before bed. Most of all I missed the piggyback rides that Emmett would lovingly offer me. I missed flying off to Neverland with him.

As all children tend to do, I grew a little older. A year or so older that is.

"I want my curls in pigtails!" I clapped in response to Alice's question. She was fixing my hair for the day.

"Now don't squirm, Wendy." She warned.

"How can she not? She is just a little one." Bella lightly smiled teasingly towards Alice. "You are torturing the poor child."

"Like I did to you." She grumbled.

"Oh let Alice have her fun since you and Renessmee never let her touch either one of you." Edward wrapped his arm around her shoulder and motioned her towards the couch.

I was six, and getting ready for private school.

My memories quickly shifted to the next one, around in the same year.

"It's my first boo-boo Mommy." I sighed. I remembered I had fell on the way home from school with Bella. I scrapped up my freckled covered knee.

"There, there honey. Looks like Bella fixed it up extremely well. Say thank you to your sister."

I hugged Bella tightly and whispered "Thank You."

Then another one came…

It was in the fall, the month of my birthday. I was at the age of ten. I knew my past by then and had grasped the understanding of adoption. I was a brilliant girl though, Edward had told me, so I knew much of everything at a young age. I was just too timid to express it outside of my enormous family.

Edward sat at the piano, playing while Bella listened. We were waiting, I remembered. Waiting for a visit from two precious family members.

The doorbell rang and I shot up.

"Wendy, now." My mother teasingly scolded touching my nose. "Hold on, you don't want to frighten them." She chuckled at my excitement.

"Gra- MOM!" I heard my sister squealed. Then I heard Jacob's deep chuckle.

I couldn't keep it any longer. "You're here!" I ran into Jacob's arms.

"Wow…you've gotten…big?" I could see he was lying. At that time I ignored it, but now I knew I rarely grew. My mom, I remembered, even gave him a sigh.

"May May." I ran to her next. She embraced me. If you didn't know that all my brother's and sister were adopted, you would have probably assumed that Renesmee and were true sisters. We had similar hair color, her was more of a bronze color, where mine was flaming, as Emmett had teased before. Even Edward could be mistaken for our brother. He had the exact same shade as Renesmee.

Jacob was her boyfriend. He was tall, no, huge like a giant, and brawn like Emmett. He was as well dark, and looked out of place next to my family. His hair was also dark and eyes as well. I always thought he was quite handsome, but not like the rest of my family.

"It has been too long brother." Edward embraced him, then that cued the long line of hugs and welcome kisses.

That night, I recalled that I was awake for most of the night. The reasons ran from my sister and Jacob coming back home for a while, to the voices. They all roared with laughter and chatted away, while I was put to bed at my regular bedtime for school the next morning.

They chatted about the house and how it was getting to small for everyone, my father's job, and surprisingly, me.

"She does look a little different, Esme." Reneesmee tried to reassure her.

"She hasn't grown a inch since she was six. These are her sprouting years." Esme reminded them.

"I did grow rapidly." Reneesmee voice was full of concern. "Are you sure she is half and half?"

"Positive." My father's voice was certain. "The blood shows it…but she is completely different from the way you grew. Always cold…loves food…I am not complaining though." He chuckled.

"She is intelligent…but shows no sign of talents or skills. She does run fast. Its quite impressive for her size." Edward added. I was hurt by his words. I lacked talents? "But she didn't start talking out in class until when, Esme? Last year?"

"She is just shy…we love her very much, but we just want to make sure she is growing right." Esme voice was soft.

"Do they know in Italy? About her?" Jacob asked.

"No. But if they were to see her, they would probably figure we changed her. That she was a immortal child." I could figure the voice out, it was to soft? My mother's?

"Not good," Edward murmured, "Not good."

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried so hard to make the voices from saying such things. I was frightened that night, for I knew nothing of what they discussed.

The clock on the mantel ticked so slowly to me, but it read the correct time. I watched and waited patiently for their return. Finally the clock stroked twelve, ceasing all my memories in London to a final halt. I heard Ben do the same and I ran to the window.

Through the fog I could see the tower, Big Ben chiming to all of London. A tear escaped my eye. I truly was going to miss this place. I was going to miss London, my real home.

I heard a door open and close. I wiped the evidence I had of a tear, away. I skidded on the glossy wood floor into the foyer.

"Hello Wendy." Mother greeted me as she hung her coat. My father did the same.

"So are Emmett and Rosalie really gone?" I asked trying to not have the tears come back. Yet they could see the tears welding in my eyes.

"Yes, and Edward and Bella are heading for Boston tonight." My father informed me. "And as well, Jacob and Reneesmee are waiting for us in the States."

I nodded and sauntered back to the window and sighed as I looked out onto the busy street. How I was going to miss the cars zooming by when I slept. How I was going to miss walking home from Private School with my girlfriends.

"Do you want some tea, Dear?" Mother asked me as she called from the kitchen. "Its Lemon and honey, your favorite." She pressed.

"No." I called back. What I wanted more than anything was to stay here in London with my family. That and for my family to be together, not so far away from each other. How I was going to miss the good old London days with Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper, Alice, Edward, Bella and my parents. My friends as well I was going to miss and all the memories that we possessed. This had to be most dreadful year I was facing.

First, I was just sixteen. I had just turned sixteen last October. At the age of sixteen there wasn't a lot of peer pressure from my friends, for they liked for who I was. I was mainly stressed at this point because of my parents. It wasn't there fault I was stressed, but in was in a way mine. I tried pleasing them way too often. My grades were outstanding and they only became that way because of long nights of studying and writing extra credit reports and such. On top of that I tried to be as careful as possible.

I knew I put a lot of stress on them when I skateboarded on the street or j-walked to school. Even though I loved skateboarding with all my heart, I minimized my time on my board. This was only because I knew I would give them a heart attack when I fell. They flipped every time I got nicked up (which was rarely), but my dad was a fine doctor that graduated from University of Cambridge and Royal College and knew how to bandage me up well. I knew my family loved me and I loved them, they just were sometimes way over protective of me. So what if I spilled a little blood now and then? It would do me good.

The second problem of the year: Forks, Washington in the States. Seems pleasant right? Wrong. It was my worst fear. I tried looking it up on mapquest and all I got was a tiny dot somewhere near the West Coast Pennisula and Port Angeles, but with no population growth chart or any sign of life. Compared to London, that was horrifying. And sure enough the only reason why we were moving away from my beloved England to the wretched, and obesity of U.S was because of my father. Another job opportunity for him to take with open arms. Yet I couldn't see why he took it. The hospital in London offered him so much more money then this dinky town could.

Maybe I was just over exaggerating. Maybe Forks was wouldn't be too "gruesome". Maybe it was a quaint town. What was I saying? Small towns' equaled people who have know each other's family for generations. I was simply going to be an outcast, which was not necessarily my specialty.

I needed friends. I was a lost puppy without them. I craved love, yet not attention. Attention sometimes grew to assumptions in which assumptions grew into rumors. I knew I drew a lot of attention. My fiery red hair was the case. My appearance didn't though at my other school because we wore uniforms. Even with my friends they didn't care what I wore, because sometimes we dressed similar to one another. I just hoped there was a variety of appearances in Forks.

Yet I was once again hoping to win the lottery. What a shocker.

It was Friday the thirteenth (AH! Lol) when we arrived in the state of Washington. We drove at least an hour before we made it to our destination. When I saw the scenery of my new home, I was sick of it all ready. Too much green, I complained. It was just like London. Dreary and depressing. How nice. This wasn't going to be pleasant, but then I quickly changed my mind.

My eyes widened as we ended the long and woodsy driveway.

"Welcome home." My dad said as he stopped the car in driveway right before the house. I sat there and gaped. Were my eyes deceiving me? I pondered.

The house I stared at in astonishment was far better then city crammed house we had, or any other house in the world. This house was three times the size (if you included the garage and barn then four) of the house back in London. Even though the house we had in London was very lovely and had a Victorian history to it, this one that I stood in front of was colossal. The wondrous architect and brickwork amazed me. The porch was extraordinary. Pillars that were two stories high (even though the house was three stories) had a chandelier hanging beyond the arch from the roof part. To add a finishing touch vines had grown on some sides of the house giving it an ancient and fairy tale look.

I gently open the Mercedes car door and shut it behind me. I inched toward the house on the gray gravel taking in every detail. The awesome part of this fairy tale was that I lived here. Here in Forks. How peculiar.

"Oh Dad, Mum." I said still in amazement.

"Look inside." My dad urged.

I nodded and ran to the red door. I turned the gold knob and waited for what wondrous things were inside for me.

Once I opened the door I truly did not mind living in Forks. The stairs and foyer were marvelous. The Stairs were a mahogany wood and the foyer floor was made of cherry wood. The Foyer walls were red and the trim was the same color as the floor.

On the walls hung pictures that some had come from London with us. Some pictures were of the family. I passed the dining room on the left and the living room on the right.

I walked forward to the next room. The room was a family room that was partly open above. The carpet was a black color while the long couch and chair were red and black. In front of me stood a red brick chimney that was enormous and a black mantel with candles and a round mirror rest upon it. On the right of me was a grand piano. The piano reminded me of my brother, Edward and how he use to play lullabies for me on the piano at the old house before I went to bed. I sighed and went on observing the vast house.

I gazed up to my left. An arched formed a walkway to the kitchen and also helped support the stairs that led to the third story. I was utterly amazed at everything I saw.

"Like so far?" My mother asked noticing my facial expression.

"Like! I love it Mum!" I exclaimed. My British accent slightly came out. "Its almost better than-" I stopped. I didn't want to admit to my mother that this house was almost better than one back at London. I grew up knowing and loving that splendid place with all my heart, how could I ever betray it? Nor did I want to betray all my friends' back at home. I still had no fear in calling London my home.

"Why don't you look upstairs, hunny." My mother suggested.

I nodded and went back to the foyer. I went up the little portion of stairs then realized on the other side stairs went down to the kitchen. How unique. I shrugged and turned to my left and went up the rest of the way.

I ran to the railing and observed the down stairs. I awed then went to the other side and observed the foyer. My dad had just walked in. I waved.

"Hey dad, where's my room?" I asked.

He smiled big. "Double door." He replied without losing his smile.

I nodded warily then looked around. Near the stairs were double doors. I gulped. I walked over and grasped the handles. This was going to be my room for the remaining time we were staying in Forks and I was nervous.

I just took a deep breath and opened the doors. "Oh my!" I exclaimed. I jumped up and down. I had a cathedral ceiling and tall windows. And not to mention a purple and black satin canopy bed. Everything else was packed into boxes though.

I wanted to cry. My parents had given me everything. This must of cost a fortune, but I knew my parents could afford a lot of expensive items. I knew that my dad had word hard and long for everything and he deserved the world.

I sighed and studied my bed to the right again. The black satin comforter and purple star sheets sounded warm and comforting. They beckoned me and I willing gave in and fell into a deep sleep.