13th Birthday

I woke up, shacking bed. Life sucks.

Why can't we all just get what we want? The one and only thing that I ask for is that I was Isabella Marie Swan. You know, with all the vampires and stuff. Surly that's asking way too much though.

What makes this really hard is the fact that I am sooo Team Jacob, (only because Edward had to leave Bella). Maybe that is why I will not ever get my own Twilight. Actually, the more I think about it, I am more Team Taylor Launter than Team Robert (because Rob is ugly!) They totally screwed up Twilight.

"Amber, are you awake," my mother asked, opening the door. I decided to play one of my favorite game.

I closed my eyes and slowed my breathing to give the impression that I was still asleep.

My mother sighted and shut the door.

Mmmm… very odd. Usually she would drag me out of bed. Guess not today for once…

… until I heard water swishing in a bucket.

Suddenly, ice-cold water was thrown onto me. I jumped out of bed and grabbed the little creep who did it.

"Let go of me," Matthew, my little brother yelled in my face. "Let go before I tell mommy!"

"Ugghh!" I screamed, letting go of him and stormed downstairs.

"Mom! Can I get a brake form Matthew for one stupid day! It's my 13th birthday for crying out loud, and here I stand in front of you, soaking wet because of that little creep!"

"Amber! I don't understand how you could call your brother such a mean thing," she replied, not even looking up from her book.

I was pissed off, soaking wet, and apparently not good enough to get attention from my own mother. This is why I want my life to be Twilight. Get a new start with a family that actually loves me and isn't a pain. No little brother to annoy me, no mom and dad fighting every night.

I ran back up to my room and slammed the door shut, locking it.

I just stood there, staring at the door. Then I heard the strangest noise from behind me… I heard a train whistle.

I slowly turned around to see that I wasn't in my room anymore. It was a strangers room. The bed was moved against the wall to my right and there was a desk by the window with an ancient computer on it. On the wall were a ton of pictures of… me? And some other older woman. I looked out side the window and I saw cacti.

OH… MY… GAWD…

"Isabella, happy 13th birthday dear" the woman from the pictures on the wall came in through the door.

I looked around the room again.

"What did you call me?," I asked. This couldn't be really happening, could it?