Editing Note: Wow, reading back through this 2+ years later and MAN is it cringe worthy. I'm gonna go back through this and flesh everything out a bit more, make everything a little less rushed, and possibly change it from past to present tense as that is what I have been writing the past few years.

I do not own anything or anyone from the Twilight Saga. My only creations are my OC's which of this chapter consist of only Kate.

Trouble

By the time I get home the sun has already set. I jump the gate into the backyard and lean my surfboard up against the wall of the house and walk in.

"Hey, mom, I'm home," I say as I close the door behind me, "Sorry I'm so late, the waves where just too good… mom?" The quiet of the house finally hits me as I walk into the front foyer. The front door hangs slightly open. I run to my father's study to make sure nothing was stolen, then to the kitchen where I smell a faint odor. As I run around the island to grab the phone I slip and hit the ground. "What?" I look down at my feet, and see a pool of blood. I scramble backwards, until my back touches the drawers next to the oven and try to focus on my breathing.

Suddenly the phone rings. I jerk from the loud noise and my arm hits the oven door. "Oww…" I pause for a moment, trying to figure out why it would be left open, then stand to grab the phone. "Hello? Finau residence."

"Kate? Is your mother home?" The worried tone in the young man's voice startles me, almost as much as the house.

"Who is this?" I ask.

"This is your Uncle Jacob, I need to talk to your mom, now."

"What's going on? Why did you call?" My mom has talked about Uncle Jake and the rest of her family, but they've never come to visit, and we've never gone there.

"Kate, I need you to grab any money you can find and fly to Port Angeles. I'll reserve a ticket for you under your name. The money will be for a cab to get here from the airport. Do you know where I live?"

"Uncle Jake," I say, my voice barely above a whimper, "what's going on?"

"Get out of the house. NOW!" My eyes flash to the stove, and the odor I smelled earlier clicks in my mind. I drop the phone without another word and sprint for the door, forgetting my wallet. Before I am halfway down the block, I hear an explosion behind me, which only quickens my pace.

Because of my father's frequent trips to surfing competitions, we lived fairly close to the airport. I run inside and up to the front counter, praying that Jake booked the tickets in time.

"Did a Jacob Black reserve any tickets?"

The woman at the counter types something into the computer and shakes her head. Time for plan B.

"I need a seat on the first plane to Port Angeles. You can put it on Solomon Finau's bill."

The woman looks up at the mention of my father's name. "Oh, Miss Finau, I didn't realize it was you! Would you like First Class or Coach?"

"I don't care, um Coach."

The woman types some more into the computer and hands me the ticket that prints a few moments later. "The flight leaves in 30 minutes."

"Thank you!" I say as I sprint toward security. Thankfully the man I had to give my ID to knew my dad and lets me through with just the surf ID I keep in a pocket on my suit for any medical emergency that might occur on the ocean.

As soon as I board I reach to my waist to grab my cellphone, only to remember that I left it in my room this morning when I left to go surfing.

Well, there it is, all neatly updated and hopefully flows better too. Please R&R. I'll probably edit a chapter in another story tomorrow morning and just kind of work my way around. I should have the next one edited in about a week. See ya then!