thanks to the person who just submitted a review if u r reading ;) this is my first story and i wrote it last year.i have learnt a lot more about english since then and i was too tired to bother reading the whole thing.u enjoy and please keep reviewing and i promise to the person who sent me the first review that i will eventually fix up all the mistakes and put in a new imput of writing. if start adding to this u should(hopefully) see my writing not tell me and i will yell at my teachers for not helping me :) i probs wont be adding to this for a little while coz there is already quite a bit but if u r desperate then let me know kks!

okay i thought i had deleted it coz i wuz having problems with the whole editing field of things but hopefully i didnt coz i got it now(after 2 hours!)

Renesmee's Twilight Story:

Before The Sun Shines

Preface: Through the eyes of Phoebe Violet Moira James:

Dead

Some people say nothings worse than dying .Others say grieving for the dead is the worst. Both have to do with the dead and so does my opinion. To me, the worst is having people, family, dead and remembering them every time someone plays a song or wears a certain colour. That's when the pang of pain and guilt and the wave of sorrow pour over you, suffocating you until your soul feels lifeless, unloved, meaningless and empty of all importance now that person is gone. I think that's how other vampires feel. Maybe I'll feel like that one day. Maybe more than I do now.

Chapter 1-Phoebe

Remembrance

I stare back into the deep, lets party eyes of the person taking my spot at the school car park that are focusing on mine. In less than a second my stare is met by a blushing face. I sigh. Humans are no fun any more. Not since I was changed. Now my popularity has drifted away, stored in the meaningless draw of forgotten memories in a human's heart and soul. I miss mine.

It was only a few years ago that it happened. Immediately as I think this gruesome, mind-wrenching thought that I remember with perfect clarity that dark and passive time. On my 17th birthday I stood at a funeral at the local Catholic Church in Phoenix-in the immediate family isle-the empty but for one isle. At my parents funeral, at my twin sisters, Gwen and Nikki's funeral, at my older brother Richards funeral. They died driving to say goodbye to him as he started his job with the army as Lieutenant. They didn't die in a car-crash like normal people. Oh no, they had to be in the army camp car-park just as the bomb went off. It had been placed there by a new officer called Duncan who I had previously thought was cute. I wasn't there because my best friend, Isabella, or more commonly known as Bella Swan had invited me to her birthday on the same day. We were going to go see a movie and a visit to the zoo with Rachael, our friend. I said I'd go. That's what friends are for right? Anyway, I would have had my friend for support had he not been busy on a flight to Forks, the dreariest place on earth. She could have missed anything else but she had to miss my family's funeral. But I could never hold a grudge against Bella. Unless she did something much, much worse than this.

A week later a stray vampire found me in the streets of Phoenix. How surprising, a vampire in Phoenix. Anyway they changed me and I ended up as the weirdest vampire on earth. I am fully vampire, but all messed up, kind of like how Bella used to attract trouble accidents and danger. I was born with a disease that meant my eyes were constantly changing from deep, muddy brown o to clear golden light. Once I was a vampire, my eyes started off crimson but eventually cooled off. But strangely to a murky brown. My normal colour. Like Bella's. Then as I drink human blood they turn the normal colour of drinking animal blood, goldish amber. My pale vampire skin is not pale but tanned and flawless. It still sparkles in the light but only then does it turn a pale colour. And I have a gift. A unique gift unlike any other I know. And I know them all.

I know what I must do. I'm 19 now and its time to move on .Or 19 in human years if I am still counting from my age when I was changed at least. I am going to Forks. It will be nice to see Bella even though I'm sure she has forgotten me. I still love her because she is my family now. Bella and I were the coolest. No one really knew her by name, just as 'Phoebes Friend' and she wasn't approached much. I was but we stuck together in class, eating and shopping together, doing all sorts of things. She had other friends of course, I had other friends, but that's what they were. Other friends. None of them were Bella. We were soul mates, sisters. Sometimes we hung out by ourselves, or with Stephanie and Rachael or with my year older twin sisters Gwen and Nikki. So all I needed was to get to Forks, to Bella. No problem once I spoke to my illegal document maker. Now to choose what to bring!