A/N:This is my first fan fiction on here so be gentle with me. I don't know if I'm doing this right.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of these characters except the ones listed below. Stephenie Meyer owns the rest. But if I did own Jacob, hehehe...; Also, I have not read every single fan fiction out there in the world so if I'm copying somebodys wrok, I'm sorry, I didn't know. Plus, I'm also doing a little 'Cinderella Story' thing here.

"wow" Talking

'wow' Thinking

Howl with the Wolves 1

Ellanore Markley (Ellie):

Age: 16
Hair: Brown to bottom of shoulder blades
Eyes: Forest green
Attitude: Quiet, shy, no self-esteem
Loves: To read, write ,listen to music, write poetry, draw, nature, and wolves(I do too)
Hates: Crystal, Stacy, and Macy Light
Other: She has never met her real mother, has always lived with her dad in Miami, Florida. When she was 11, her dad remarried to a women named Crystal Light(I know, her parents were high when they named her ) who already had two daughters, Stacy and Macy. Life was okay still. Then, two years later, her dad died in a car accident, leaving her with her step-mom and two step-sisters, who showed their true colors and treated her like a slave. Now, they are moving from sunny Florida to rainy Washington to a little reservation called La Push. Why? Crystal vacationed there when she was 14 and wanted to live there one day.

Crystal Light:
Age: 42 (doesn't show it, a lot of Botox and lifts)
Hair: Bleached blond
Eyes: Blue
Attitude: Spoiled, spoils her two daughters, acts bitchy
Loves: Spending money, shopping, wearing skimpy clothes for teens, make-up, and rich men (Ellie's dad...)
Hates: Ellie, nature, work, and sweat

Stacy Light:
Age: 16
Hair: Dirty blond
Eyes: Brown
Attitude: Spoiled, bitchy, thinks she's better than everyone because she's rich and "pretty"
Loves: Spending money, shopping, getting face and any other lifts, boys clothes, make-up, money
Hates: Ellie, nature, work, sweat

Macy Light:
Age: 16
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Blue
Attitude: Spoiled, not very bright, does everything her twin (Stacy) does
Loves: Everything her sister does
Hates: Everything her sister does (mindless zombie...)

Drip. Drip. Drip. The rain hits the window as our new Porsche speeds down the deserted road. Forks, Washington: trees, forest, bush, house, rain. That's pretty much it. Nothing like sunny Florida. I think the real reason Crystal wanted to move to the little reservation that we'll now call home is to take me away from everything I've ever known. Sucks for her, I don't care where I live. In fact, I kind of like the gloomy weather.

"We're in La Push now!" Crystal sang from behind the wheel. Stacy pressed her face up against the window which made Macy press hers against the window. 'Mindless zombie... Do something for yourself once in a while.' Stupid blonds. (No offensee to all you blonds out there; Stacy, Macy, and Crystal give you guys a bad name) I look out my window: forest, house, ocean? I smile to myself seeing that La Push had a beach. 'I think I might like it here.'

"We're here!" Crystal sang. Stacy and Macy both squeal when we pulled up to our new two story house. It looked plain: tan walls with an old front door.

"Mooom," Stacy whined, "I though we were going to live in a mansion."

"I know, honey. But we don't want to anger the locals in La Push." Crystal replied. 'What?'

"Why would they be mad at us?" Macy asked.

"If they knew that we were rich, they would get mad because they're not rich." Crystal said wisely. 'Oh give me a break.'

"You should have known that." Stacy says scornfully at Macy. 'I bet you didn't even know that.'

"Well, sor-ry!" Macy snaps. 'Ugghh, here we go again.'

"Girls, don't start. Now, let's go see what our new house looks like." Stacy and Macy flew out of the car followed by Crystal. I sigh and drag myself through the rain and into the new house.

When you walk into the house, the first door on the left leads to the homey little kitchen. The foyer hallway leads to the living room. On the right were the stairs that leads to the second floor. I slowly made my way up the stairs. The first door upstairs, on the left was a closet and across from that was the bathroom. Down the hall and on the left was the master bedroom with it's own personal bath, Crystal's room. On the right were two smaller bedrooms, Stacy's and Macy's rooms.

Crystal came out of her bedrrom and saw me looking around. She smirked. "Your room is that way." she said, pointing to the door at the end of the hallway.

When I opened the door, I saw a set of stairs. I sighed. 'The attic, figures.' What I saw at the top of the stairs surprised me. All my stuff was up there, waiting for me. The attic takes up the whole floor. There's two windows, one facing the front yard and one facing the back yard. The one facing the back was more like a little nook with a cushioned bench under the window. The ceiling came to a point, making the room look like a triangle. The floor and walls were all wood. I put my purple bed against the far wall from the door, my desk against the wall under the front window, my bookcase next to the nook, and put all my little things where they were meant to go. Upon further inspection, I found that my attic room had it's own closet AND bathroom. I was shocked to say the least. Well, now I didn't have to share a bathroom with Stacy and Macy. The finished look of my room looked really good. 'This is probably my favorite bedroom I've ever had.'

I flopped onto my bed and hugged my suff wolf to my chest. 'This might actually be okay.' I burrowed further into the bed and promptly fell asleep.

A/N: How did you like it? Was it okay, did it stink? Reveiw please, but no flames.