Okay, so this is my first story. It starts off with a Twilight fan just like you and I. It starts off human but goes into Twilight world after she meets Daniel. Please be gentle but review all the same.

Disclaimer: Liliana and her family are mine and so is Daniel, Twilight however belongs to Stephanie Meyer.

Chapter 1 Moving Time

Moving time, yet again. When would this nightmare ever end? This was the fourth time in the last five years. It seemed every time I started getting comfortable, my dad's work decided it's time for him to try some brand new place. I could just imagine them now, "Alright Christensen, Chicago is bored of your ideas. It's time for you to move to some boring little place in the middle of nowhere! Nice knowing you!"

It seriously would be boring after Chicago. I really was starting to like it there. I made friends there, which is usually hard for me, since I'm not all that outgoing. We even made plans for this weekend. I guess they could count me out since I would be in Ozette, Washington until the next move.

Right now, we were driving at the steady pace of 55 miles per hour. We just passed some little town with an old woman yelling, "Beware the monsters in the woods! They run with ghosts! BEWARE!"

We were just outside the city limits, almost to our new, boring house. For the past 50 miles, all I saw were trees. I was ready to see the city with the lights and the tall buildings. I mean, I like nature, but this was too much.

Everywhere you look, green, green, and more green. Will the trees ever stop? It's strange how my mind wonders easily, because at that precise moment, I thought about Twilight. I finally understood how Bella felt when she moved to Forks. Well, at least she had Edward. I have nothing.

For the trillionth time since reading that masterpiece, I wished I were Bella. Those books had changed me for the better, though my parents thought otherwise. All I ever did was read the Twilight series, so much so that I could quote three pages without the book. I thought it funny the many times my parents would catch me reading and say, "Lily, put that book down and play a game," or "Liliana Christensen! I told you to stop reading. You'll ruin your eyes!"

For the most part, I knew they were joking, but I knew they were also worried. They knew I did not have much of a social life, which is why I wasn't the only one upset to leave Chicago. My dad and step-mom, Thomas and Rebecca Christensen, thought I would grow old and be alone forever, because of my love for Twilight and because I was shy. I guess I could hope for the best. I would hope that the same thing that happened to Bella would happen to me.

Of course the whole Edward thing would be lovely, but I mean the being socially accepted right away, for the most part. I hope these people were social butterflies and supplied most of the conversation, because I know I couldn't.

After five minutes, I realized I was daydreaming again. Dang it. Did it really only have to be a daydream? Couldn't I really be Bella and have a vampire fall in love with me? I would even settle for a werewolf imprinting on me, even though I'm not much of a werewolf fan.

All of a sudden, I heard the most horrific sound ever: my step-mother singing. It sounded like a cat being whirled across the room, being dragged around by its tail, being set on fire, and more all combined. Unfortunately, her favorite song was playing on the radio. I wished it would stop.

Don't get me wrong, I loved my step-mother. She had been my mom for pretty much my whole life, since my biological mom died when I was only three. I couldn't think of a better mom, other than Esme of course.

I looked at my dad through the rearview mirror. I could tell by the look on his face that he wished it would stop too. He caught me looking at him and smiled. I widened my eyes, looked at Rebecca, and then back at him. I mouthed out "make it stop." He smiled even wider, but then sighed. He turned a little to her.

"Hey Rebecca," he said.

She stopped singing and looked at my dad. All she said was, "Hmm?"

I was very grateful for the peace. I would have to remember to give my dad a great, big hug when we got out.

He opened his mouth, as if he were about to say something, but stopped and focused on the road. She seemed to notice this, so she asked, "What is it, Tom?"

He turned to her and smiled, "You have a lovely voice."

Rebecca laughed and said, "Aww, thanks honey." She gave him a kiss on the cheek and went back to my torture.

Did I say hug? I mean I'd have to remember to strangle him when we got out. How could he encourage her to sing more? I don't understand how he could love her so much that he wouldn't want her to stop singing. It was awful! Pure torture! I couldn't stand this anymore. I had to stop her since my dad was too weak to do it.

"Hey mom?" I asked. I never called her Rebecca to her face, since I considered her my mom. I hardly ever referred to her as my stepmom.

"Yes sweetie?" she asked as she finished singing the chorus.

"How much longer until we get there?" I didn't think about how much I wanted to know this until after I asked the question.

"Umm…about twenty minutes," she said.

I guess there is hope in this world after all. Only twenty minutes until I can unpack and read Twilight for the hundredth time.

As I was daydreaming of my escape from this world, Rebecca came out of nowhere by saying, "And don't you dare think about reading when we get there."

"What? Mother, telling me not to read is like telling me not to breathe. I would die," I said dramatically. Usually when I wanted to get a point across or when I was upset, I would call my parents mother and father instead of mom and dad.

"Lily, this is our new home. This is going to be permanent. Daddy's job promised him they wouldn't move him anymore," she said as if I were 8, not 18, "So, after you're done packing, you can take the car and explore. The sooner you find friends, the better. You have all weekend to make new friends before you start school Monday. Okay sweetie?"

Friends? Me make friends? Ha! That was funny. I never made friends. People just usually came up to me and talked. I usually didn't go around looking for them. Me making friends on my own? Who was she kidding? The chance of me making friends in this place is like the chance of the Cullens existing. Impossible. I'd much rather the Cullens exist than making friends. That would be better.

It had been ten minutes since the woods passed and houses started popping up. While I was looking around, I started wondering what our new home looked like. These houses were cute; maybe living in one of these wouldn't be so bad. The car started to slow, so I thought we were there. But then my dad turned onto a back road. Great! More trees! I wondered if there even was a house, or were we going to live in the wild?

Half a mile of driving through trees, I saw it. Our new house; it was by itself. I wondered why, but then I thought it would be great to have all this privacy.

"Here we are! Our new home!" my mom squealed as she jumped out of the car and ran into the house.

"What do you think?" My dad turned to me.

"Wow, it's beautiful," I said, and it was. It was a two story house made of cobblestone with a pointed roof. There was an archway where the door was and three windows on the first floor. On the left side of the second floor was a patio. I thought that very odd for Washington.

"See, I told you. It won't be that bad. You're going to like it here Lil," he said while getting out.

"I doubt it," I muttered under my breath as I also got out. I went to the back of the car and pulled a couple of my suitcases out. The first had some clothes and the other books. It's a good thing the bag with the books was a roller, otherwise I probably wouldn't have been able to carry it.

I walked through the front door into the living room. It already had the couches and television. My dad had been here a week ago, bringing quite a few things with him in a mover's truck. He said it would make our trip a lot easier, and I guess it did because we didn't have to unpack as much now.

Although, that was not good enough for my mom because she was already changing things around. Rebecca, the interior decorator, was running around picking things up and placing them elsewhere, muttering things like, "No, this will not match with the walls," and "Oh Tom, don't you know this is for the dining room, not the living room? Well, I guess that's what I'm here for." She would not be allowed in my room, she always did the weirdest things.

Speaking of my room, I had no idea where it was. I was about to ask Rebecca, but I decided not to because she was in her "decorator mode."

I turned around to go back outside to ask my dad, but he was already walking through the door, a suitcase in his hand.

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

"Up the stairs, on the right. Or you could take the left. Your choice," he said. He put the suitcase down and walked over to Rebecca. He pulled her into a hug and asked how she liked it.

"Oh Tom, I love it! This is great," she said before kissing him.

"Eww, parents kissing. That's my cue to leave," I said jokingly.

I turned and remembered I had a really heavy, book-filled suitcase. Was I expected to carry this up all those stairs? Well, I guess I could give it a shot. I picked it up and placed it on the first step. I turned to pick up the other one and saw my dad standing there.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Taking my things up to my room?" I said, but it sounded more like a question. Was I not supposed to unpack?

"Honey, that suitcase weighs more than you do and you expect to carry that up the stairs?" He laughed.

"I guess. How else is it supposed to get up there?" I said.

"Lily, leave it here and I'll take it up later, okay?" he said, pulling the suitcase away from me.

I knew what he meant. He meant, "Lily, I know when you take this upstairs, all you're going to do is read. I'll take this up later because I don't want you to read right away." And by later he meant sometime within the next week. Gosh, why did my parents have to know me so well? Fine, I could play along.

"Oh, okay dad. You know what? I think I'll unpack later. I'm going to go explore and search for some new friends along the way. I'll catch you later," I smiled as I said this.

The look that spread across his face was priceless. I wanted to laugh but I couldn't give myself away. He seemed to process that information a little before handing me the keys.

"Okay, but be careful. I don't want you out too late. Be back before dinner," but he pulled out his wallet and handed me a twenty, and whispered, "You don't have to be here for dinner. I know you love your mother's cooking just as much as I do, and you know she's going to want to make dinner tonight."

I laughed quietly and nodded my head. That was so true. Rebecca could cook about as well as she could sing.

"Okay dad, I'll see you later," I said as I hugged him. Then I called out to Rebecca, "Bye mom! I'm going to make friends!"

"Good luck, sweetie!" she yelled back.

I walked out of the house and to the car. As I was about to step in, I heard a rustle from behind me. I froze because I knew they had wild animals out here. I slowly turned, waiting to see what big, scary thing it was. There was a bush instead of an animal, but it was shaking.

Oh no. Something is coming. It is going to kill me. Oh no! was all I could help but think.

All of a sudden the movement stopped. I thought maybe whatever it was got scared and ran away, but then something jumped out. I screamed at the top of my lungs at the thing that popped out at me.