A/N: I really wanted to write a story I haven't read about. I also wanted this to not only be about me so I do have a beta to help make this the best story yet. I will be going over my other stories as well and making some changes, so they will be temporarily taken down.

It would mean a lot if you guys were brutally honest with this story, I want it to be awesome and I can't do that if you guys don't tell me what you like and what you don't like. Bad reviews won't upset me or make me mad, it will love you guys even more. If you have any questions, i promise you will have them answered sometime within the story but please do ask them so I can at least know what they are.

Beta: Jesa76

*Begin*

Mom, Renee, left our father, Charlie, when Bella was just 3 years old. At that time I wasn't even considered, but I suspect I was indeed in the process of being born. She said she didn't want to live in a small town the rest of her life and be stuck married to a man who would never leave it. So she packed up hers and Bella's bag and never looked back, that was until I was discovered.

She decided it was better for her new life that Charlie never knew about me so she met my dad, Phil, and lied to him about me being his daughter. For years we were a happy family until one fatal day when mom and I were driving to my ballet rehearsal and a drunk driver crashed into us. Mom died en route to the hospital but I guess I was more luck, I was barely alive. I remember them saying the seat belt saved my life because if I hadn't been wearing it, I too would have perished.

I needed to have emergency surgery where I needed to have a kidney removed because it was just too damaged and a blood transfusion. I also had a broken collar bone, a broken arm, a broken leg, and I needed to have multiple sets of stitches on my face and on my body. The gashes on my face weren't huge and would barely leave a scar since 1 was on my hairline, 1 was in my hair, and a couple on my right cheek, but to me I would always see them. The doctor said the impact of the airbag plus the force of the seat belt was what broke most of my bones. And the impact was so great that it shattered all the windows in the car, which made it difficult to remove all the glass off me in 1 day. The drunk driver had hit moms side of the car and even if she was wearing her seat belt, she still wouldn't have made it. I guess our little Bug was no match for the giant Pickup Truck the guy was driving.

That's where we found out that Phil was not my father. His blood type didn't match mine and when he requested a DNA test, it proved how selfish my mother really was. While Bella and I were both O Positive, Mom had been B Positive and Phil was A Negative. So Bella called Charlie and he was at the hospital that night ready to do anything for the daughter he knew nothing about. After that Phil left and all rights went to Charlie. So once I was healed enough to travel, Bella and I moved in with him.

It was hard getting used to the new idea that Phil wasn't my biological father, after all he was the man that raised me for 15 years. It was also hard to leave all my friends behind, especially my Ballet and Gymnastic teams. Unlike my clumsy, tomboy sister, I was graceful and loved to do all kinds of things. I had many friends since I was so active in clubs at school, while my dear sister was only in the book club. Of course I was in that too but mostly so I could spend time with Bella and get to know the things she liked, Book club was our thing and we did it very well.

Since Bella was 3 years older than me we didn't have many things in common. While I always had a day packed with things to do, she was always home or on the sidelines cheering me on. We may have hardly gotten along since I was the annoying little sister, but I could always count on her to be there cheering me on or helping me practice. She basically

raised me while our mother was out doing her own thing or was at one of Phil's Baseball practices or games.

Moving in with Charlie was a little hard since he had just the 2 bedroom house, so for a couple months Bella and I shared a room while we were on the hunt for a 3 bedroom that Charlie could afford by ourselves. Thanks to a good family friend named Carlisle Cullen and his wife Esme, we were able to get a good deal of a rather nice looking house. The best part was it was only a couple blocks from the shops the little town had to offer; a bookstore, a small clothing store, a diner, the police station, and a convenient store.

We would still be going to the same school Bella was already going to which she was excited about. I was a little upset though because I would be a Sophomore with no friends while she was a Senior and already knew half the school. I was also upset because Forks didn't offer sports teams other than Football which the team sucked. If I wanted to do anything I would have to go to Seattle which was an hour away and since Charlie worked all day, then I wouldn't have a ride there. I could have asked Bella since she had her own Truck here but she actually had friends and did things on the weekend and who was I to take that away from her?

The new house had 2 floors, a basement, a huge fenced in backyard, multiple bedrooms and bathrooms,and a 2 car garage. At first when Charlie saw the house he said it probably cost too much so we shouldn't get used to the idea of having a house like that, but when Esme told him she actually owned the house, as she did with a number of the houses in town, she wouldn't mind giving him a discount on the house. She knew we really needed it and Bella had said the Cullen family was super rich that they could afford to do things like that.

Charlie was a proud man though and wouldn't accept the deal,he felt like it was charity. Of course Bella talked to dad and explained it wasn't charity, she was doing a nice thing and that she did it with all her other houses. But dad still wouldn't hear it so after selling the house and putting all his savings in, we were short 50 grand of the price of the house. So dad and her worked out a payment arrangement for the remainder of the money. Bella secretly told me though that wasn't going to accept the money and would put the money in the bank each month in case we needed it for anything.

Bella and I had money from our mother's death. Mom had taken out a life insurance policy in case anything ever happened to her and when she died, Bella and I received 10 thousand dollars each, Phil had 5 thousand and the rest went toward her funeral which she wanted to be cremated. So we put our money together and got all new furniture, appliances, and essentials to go in the new house and either sold, donated, or threw away a lot of the stuff from the old house. We were both left with about 6 thousand each which we both put in the bank. Id Id keep some cash though so I can get all the stuff for my room.

On the main floor there was a bedroom, a half bath, the kitchen, and the dining room. The second floor had 2 bedrooms, 1 bathroom, the laundry room, and a small linen closet. The basement had a bedroom with its own bathroom. It also held a large space that could be used as anything.

Dad was taking the basement and turning the extra space into a man cave so when his friends came over they could watch what they wanted and talk about things without anyone bothering them. He wanted to put a mini fridge down there so he could store his beers in there and not have to keep going upstairs to the fridge. Bella was taking the room on the first floor, my guess was to have her own space and bathroom. I was kind of a hog when it game to the bathroom and always had my stuff everywhere instead of being organized like her stuff. But it wasn't my fault that she didn't have half the amount of stuff I did, I loved looking pretty, especially for my Ballet recitals or Gym meats. I would be taking the second floor bedroom and we were going to turn the last bedroom into a guest room.

I was happy to have the whole floor to myself, it meant I didn't have to socialize with anyone, dad and Bella would stay out my business, I would have a bathroom all to myself, and could always wash my clothes first. Having the floor to myself also meant that I wouldn't have to deal with Bella's friends and pretend to like them, I could just hide out in my room and never have to see anyone I didn't want to.

My room was pretty big so I was able to have some play room which would come in handy so I could keep practicing Ballet and some exercises. I was in great physical shape but that was mostly due to all the sports, since I couldn't really do that here, then I would need to make a morning workout routine to help keep me in shape. (pinteres dotcom/pin/204069426839838704)I was absolutely in love with my bathroom and knew I would spend most of my nights in here soaking all my troubles away. (hgT.V dotcom/design/rooms/bathrooms/modern-master-bathroom-retreat (1st picture))

The kitchen was beyond beautiful (freshome dotcom/open-floor-plans (5th picture down)) The living room wasn't as big or private but it was still cozy and warm. I loved that it was an open floor concept downstairs, it made walking around in the dark a lot easier.

Charlie was really happy about how the new house looked and felt, you just couldn't help but feel good about living in the house. He wanted to have a welcome home party after we were all settled in so all his friends could not only see the new house but get to know me. He wanted me to have people I can hang with or go to if I needed someone to talk to. Bella asked if she could invite her boyfriend Edward and his siblings since Dr. Cullen had to work and Esme was going to New York to flip a couple houses. So plans were set and we were off to a new life as a new family.

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A/N: So what did you guys think?

Now I really suck at explaining what rooms look like so i found some pictures that were exactly how I pictured them so I just paced them where I needed them to be. If they don't seem to work, I will edit this chapter and try my hardest to write out the rooms. Since wed addresses don't show up, I wrote dotcom in bold and all you have to do in switch it for the . com.