An Impossible Reality

Chapter 1- The First Few Days

Disclaimer- I unfortunately, after much therapy and depression have understood that I don't and won't own twilight or the sage so I can love instead. (My story though!)

A/N- This story is sort of based on Vampire? No thanks by VampWolfGirl.

Alix POV

The first day in a new town. New place, new friends and worst of all brand new enemies. I have never been an all around lovable person. I have my moments where some people just don't want to be around me and the feeling is reciprocated. My mood swings are uncalled for and not meant to cause harm.

I have recently moved from Droylsden Manchester, in England, to Forks Washington in America. The population here is a LOT smaller than to Manchester, 3120 where I know that too many people have overpopulated my hometown, not that anyone bothers to count, too many babies born a day.

The weather is no different than back home, rain 24/7 and cold general weather. The odd warm day and that explains my exact summer, rain most of the time, with just a hint of sun every couple weeks. I actually have had over a month to familiarise myself with the area, Port Angeles is the main shopping centre, and the airport is in Seattle. I thought my mum and dad would never allow me to even take a holiday here, let alone move, but the whole family has been up-rooted and have moved to America.

My mother and father don't live together, dad had only just gotten a new job with a holiday booking company, the name escapes me, but then he got an even better offer from the team at the airport, they have their own company with a name I do not care to learn either. Mum and my sister Jennifer have decided to move out with him because of mine and my sister's begging. Mum is very susceptible to our begging. I am not quite sure why she was so easy to break; we couldn't even get our paws on a puppy when ours was let out by the local paperboy.

My mother, Lynn, has ginger hair, and even at her age of... I shouldn't say but she isn't a spring chicken anymore, let us leave it at that. As I was saying even with her age, grey hairs have refused to sprout as to now, as with my Nana, her name is Kathleen but goes by Kath. My mother has blue-grey eyes and wears glasses.

My father, David, has an almost black hair colour though he insists that it is dark brown. The fight is pointless now as the grey in his hair has almost taken over his scalp. He has brown eyes, and isn't the slimmest man alive. By far. He is the main money earner, hopefully my mother's new job as the manager of a new bookstore will suit more to her liking.

My sister, as I said before her name is Jennifer. She is 21 and has my mother's hair colour originally but has dyed it so many time her hair colour will never be the same. The colour at the moment is a dark purple, after trying to dye red hair brown it went wrong. And I don't mean the paraphrase for ginger I mean vivid red, scarlet, or maybe more of a maroon. Her eyes have green, blue and grey all mixed together, unique is a word to cover it. She is average build and has always wanted to live in America, but this was not her idea of what she wanted. Mum just told her 'well then move out!' and she couldn't argue, as she doesn't have a penny to her name in theory.

Then there is me, Alix Jayne Allbrighton, a regular, 16 year old girl. With a not too dark, but not light brown hair colour, my mother is insisting that i get highlights, not a chance, I like my hair colour. My eyes are supposedly unique too. They are brown at first sight, but in the light of the sun my eyes reveal a dark, almost brown yet green outer barrier before going into the brown base colour, gold tints going in and out of my iris. Darker hints of brown where the gold had missed. My best friend Alice told me this one day after going bowling as we were eating in KFC. She is so nice, even though she is a vegetarian she sat with me while I ate what she couldn't, I gave her some of my chips though. My skin is pale, with a tint of tan, which is surprising when you look at weather reports for my home. My hair reaches just below my shoulder blades and when straightened goes even longer, but I don't straighten my hair often, it's a rare occasion when I do.

"Alix?" I heard my mum call to me from the driver's seat. My head shot up from my pillow, I had fallen asleep, very surprised I had missed the drive to our new home. I wasn't convinced I was tired on the plane ride, but it must have taken its toll on me. "We are almost her baby." She soothed, I must have been panicking in my sleep, or disoriented from the mid day snooze. I admired my mum, even though my father and her separated when I was 14 she still moved with him, for me. I don't think I could ever thank her enough.

I yawned and stretched out. "Okay," I sighed, I really WAS tired. I stared out of the window of my dad's old car; he gave us the Hyundai i20 2010MY when this new job gave him a company car, I never wanted to know about the car, just how to play my iPod and the radio, air con and stuff but he insisted that I know all about it. There were kids staring at us, one was a blonde haired boy, with a little bit of a baby face to him. Maybe we could get along; my face doesn't exactly scream 16. I saw the guy next to him, a tall guy of dark skin, with thick strands of hair escaping from his scalp slap him on the arm to wake him up from looking at my car and they continued to walk along the sidewalk.

There were a lot of woods around here; I won't be in there much. I don't hike and I sure as hell don't like getting lost. One time when I was four I got lost in the local shopping centre and had to get escorted to my mother and nana by a police officer. The woman was nice but the uniform can intimidate you a lot when you are 4 years of age. I could have sworn that I saw a blur of white zoom past faster than my car, but my eyes must be playing tricks on me, I should never take a nap, it makes me go loopy.

The house was so great, I could never imagine that my dad was as popular in the holiday/business type of work that would pay him enough for a small house of his own and be able to afford this beautiful structure of a house standing before me. It was three stories high. There was a big grand arch with the entrance to my new home and I just couldn't wait to open it. There were plenty of windows in the front to allow a lot of natural light if it ever reared its head in this town. I approached the door and acknowledged its detail. The doorway must have been carved by hand, in a town this small I bet they could for cheap as well. Then there was a big knocker. I was hoping for something very cliché like a lion's head or something but instead it was just a simple orb of gold, with indentations that must be examined in the near future. I didn't want any more comments from my sister that I was a weirdo, I had been told on countless occasions I didn't need telling at home and at school.

My mother handed me the key and I unlocked the big door, its white wood swinging open to reveal the hall way for our new home. There was a door very close to the left of the doorway, and from what I saw from in the window it was the living room. There was then I door, ajar further down at the back end of the hall which led to the kitchen, another inside there to lead to the pantry and another to the dining area. There was a closet under the stair case where coats, scarves and other items for outdoor wear were kept.

My living room was a beautiful light brown. It was warm and welcoming, with a fireplace in the corner and a plasma screen we had shipped over the week before. Dad had people set up the basic so only our personal touches were needed. He thought of everything. There was even a new couch as our cats Millie and Maggie, had made mince meat of our couch and arm chairs. My mum had already placed fresh flowers in a vase before I had even taken in my new surroundings. The flowers were a full of oranges, yellows, and crèmes that happened to look beautiful with the walls. She placed them delicately on the bay behind where the couch was.

I wandered down to the kitchen, instead of being a brown colour scheme like I thought; this room had a pale blue theme to it. The walls were tiled, one blue then white as a pattern. The floor was hard wood, a beech wood kind of colour. We had the essentials, a fridge/freezer, oven, microwave, kettle etc. We even had a dishwasher! The dining room was a terracotta colour on the walls, the floor a very dark hard wood. There was a big long table, matching the floor, with a white sheet covering it in a diamond shape. There were chairs with terracotta coloured throw pillows on them for comfort and the room made me happy, not just because it was one of the shades of my favourite colour (orange) but it made feel at home.

I found a cellar but I daren't go down there, knowing me I would get locked in. I decided to venture upstairs. There were 5 doors. My room, my mum's room, my sister's room, the bathroom and then the guest bedroom. I didn't need to look in the bathroom to know what was there, as long as there was a toilet, and bath/shower, a sink and a mirror I was made up.

My room was magnificent. Bigger than my last room by miles. It was huge to what I was used to. The walls were the same colour as the dining room but the floors were the colour of the kitchens. There was a huge closet door, a walk in too! I was living the good life. I had a big chocolate brown and orange colour bedding, with hand stitching for the design, slave labour was present but they did the job and I was willing to appreciate. I sat on it, taking it my new customised orange laptop on my beech wood desk with my spinney computer chair, I wasn't afraid to break it I would spin it till I spewed. I lay down and kicked off my orange indie pumps, I didn't want to dirty my double bed all to myself. I loved it, the space was more than I was used to but enough to make me still feel comfortable. I had a radio by my bed, I need noise, I have CD's for my moods that I made myself. Compilations my dad told me they were called. I slipped my chill out CD in the CD/radio combination set and chilled out when I slumped onto my back and drifted into a daydream. But my dream was rudely awakened by a knock at my door. "Honey come downstairs, you need to see this!" I groaned and turned off my music, I was suddenly tense but my iPod was out of charge so I would have to endure it.

I wandered down the stairs, a little hazy from my almost sleep when I saw the front door open. As I took a few steps outside I noticed a different car in the drive. "Mum, what is going on?" I quizzed, wary that Jen had something planned, not sure how but she was crafty when in the mood to be.

"I." She smiled smugly, pointing to herself "just bought you, your first car enjoy!" she smiled, my eyes widened as I ran to the car. I stroked the side of the beetle, my dream car. It was orange and perfect. I turned to acknowledge the two new people unfamiliar to my mind standing beside me with a big grin plastered on my face. "Alix, this is Jacob and his father Billy Black." She introduced. I was astounded by the boys stature, he was already taller than me, must be closer to my sister's age.

"H-hi. It's a pleasure to meet you Jacob," my hand lingered in his grip before moving on to shake Billy's hand. "Billy," I smiled in return, ever since my grandmother passed away from chronic asthma when I was 8 I hadn't met someone in a wheelchair. He wasn't sad, depressed, I could see it in his eyes, he was a generally happy person, admirable. "I get to drive so soon? I have only just got my licence in the post." I giggled, motioning for the keys from Jacob. He tossed them to me and to my surprise I caught them. "I caught them?" I laughed before opening the door for us. "How do you play music first?"

He chuckled at me and explained where my connector must go to play my iPod, and how to work the CD player. The car was basic so I picked it up pretty quickly, which made me glad since my first day was in two days. "You all set?" he checked I nodded, with a lot of pent up enthusiasm, I could exert it on the plane, nothing is more irritating than a girl who won't shut up, even though that is me.

"Do you have a ride to school? We could car pool." I suggested and he shook his head and chuckled in to himself. "What?"

"That is a nice offer but I go to school on the res. Sorry." He looked like he wanted to kick himself. "We should hang out though, you are a cool girl." I blushed a little and he noticed it. We both got out of the car and my mum kept staring at me, as did Billy to Jacob. I shrugged it off and exchanged numbers with Jacob, home and cell, his is cool too, someone worth my time already. This seems promising.

I made dinner that night, Jen didn't bother so mum and I alternated between making breakfast, dinner and lunch, at least when I was off school we did, I have my lunch at school now. That night I made a chicken dinner. Roast potatoes, chicken, gravy, mash, carrots, the whole shebang. To celebrate our new home. I even brought some to my dad. He said it was delicious and that I should take up cooking as profession. He was trying to flatter me it wasn't that good. I have made better before now but I took the compliments, anything for my tiny bit of self esteem.

I slept like a baby and dreamt about what my first day could be like. I wanted it to go well, I knew in a town this small I would be centre of attention but it would die down, right? I was awakened at 8:22 am the next morning my Jake ringing me. "Hello?" I asked groggily.

"Aww damn, did I wake you?" he asked, truly feeling guilty about it, I almost laughed at his concern; I need to get up early to get into a routine. A lazy moo like me needs structure.

"No, I am always up right now!" sarcasm was evident in my tone. "Sorry, I get sarcastic in the mornings. What's up?" I asked, feeling more awake right now. He sighed in relief as I waited for the question.

"You want to go to the reservation and meet my friends. We are like a pack..." he trailed, like he shouldn't have said something. "Never mind that last part, you interested?" I nodded not knowing he couldn't see me. "Alix?"

"Oh right, yeah I am also slow in the mornings. Sounds good, what we gonna do so I know how to dress." I chortled as I wandered to my closet to look at my recently unpacked clothes. I picked out my comfy section first as he decided on what to plan to do today.

"How about we just meet my friends first and maybe take a stroll down the beach?" a stroll down the beach? Does he want a date? I don't know about this because the last guy I went out with was an utter prick; I don't want to take a chance.

"Sure, sounds good." Damn! What happened to thinking about it brain? I could almost sense his grin spread across his face so I was stuck in it now. "What should I wear?" I asked, this may throw him off.

"Dress warm, it's really cold today." He warned.

"Like usual then?" we both laughed and then hung up. I may or may not have a date with Jacob Black but I am not quite sure. I shrugged off my shoulders and picked out a nice long sleeved shirt, check with a warmer tank top underneath. I wore my denim skirt with black tights and Ugg boots; I got them over here one time, half the price in America than they are in England. I ran down the stairs and grabbed myself a bowl of cereal, golden nuggets to be exact. I left mum a note saying where I was and that I would call if plans changed. And more importantly that I loved her. I didn't like to leave the house without telling her that, I couldn't bear for her to not have heard it if one of us got hurt.

I slung my jacket onto the passenger seat and started the car. I loved having a car to me, myself and I. Jen was livid until mum said that she could drive the family car since mum's job was only a bus ride away. We were all happy bunnies, and I was on my way to La Push for the first time.

Sooooo, what do you think? Review please? And this story is based on my life a little, I have always wanted to live out the twilight saga myself and this is my chance. Please favourite and alert because your actions help me tremendously. Love you all for reading xx.

Chapter 2 coming soon.