Chapter 1

My mother drove me to the airport with the windows rolled down. It was 75°Farenheit and the sky was cloudless and a perfect sky blue, I hated it. It was always too hot in Phoenix and there was very little cloud cover. I always loved the rain, the way the water cleaned the air and was cold. The only thing better than rain, was snow. Snow was always cold and pure white, making everything look like a winter wonderland.

I was currently wearing what I usually wore; my flare jeans, my converse T-Shirt, my green tartan shirt and my hi-top converse. I was happy; I was escaping to the rainiest place in the United States of America, Forks, in Washington State. My mother had taken me away from my Father when I was only a few months old, and since then I had only got to see my father a month a year.

"Anastasiya" my mother said to me, the last of a thousand times before I got on the plane. "You don't have to do this," I don't look much like my Mum; she has short, blue hair (she must have dyed it! Even if she claims it's natural) and she's at least a good couple of inches shorter than me. I loved my mum, but she is very strict and expects everything she wants to be done. My family is a bit strange. We all have strange supernatural gifts, usually to do with the main elements; I seem to be the exception to that though. My sister, Hannah, has the ability to control water and lightning and my cousins have all been allocated the rest of the elements, except wind which is my Mothers gift. I on the other hand have the gift of Ice, I love my power, as I love the snow and cold winter weather, but it is the main reason why people don't approach me. I seem like a cold person, as I like to be alone, whether it be sitting alone or on the ice.
"Yes I do, Mum. I need to give you and Phil some space now. You already have Hannah and Mikey to worry about, let alone me. And anyway, I love Forks; it is so peaceful and quiet compared to Phoenix," I said to my Mum, feeling guilty at the sadness that was in her eyes. I needed to leave, Phil was my Mum's new husband; as they got married last year, but I didn't feel like I fit in anymore. My brother Mikey is the same, but unfortunately for him I get to live with my Dad and he doesn't because he's 14 and I'm 16. I felt really bad about leaving my brother behind, Mikey and I get on very well, but that's probably because we are the two oldest in the family and we have a lot of similarities.

"Tell Matvey I said hi!" My Mum shouted to me as I was ran to board the plane; Matvey was my Dad's name, it was a Russian name; as my dad came from Russia.
"I will!" I shouted back, I was excited, so very, very excited.

The plane journey took forever, I was so bored and there was this child sitting behind me who kicked the back of my seat For. Four. Hours! I had to restrain myself from snapping his neck; as I knew if I did that I would probably end up in prison. It was so hard though, the bottle of water I had kept freezing and unfreezing, much to the terror of the man sitting beside me.

Eventually the first plane journey was over; I still had an hour to go as I was only in Seattle. I needed to get to Port Angeles. That plane ride went by quite quickly, and now I was sitting in my dad's car on the way to Forks.

Matvey had been really happy when I said I wanted to live with him for a while, so happy in fact that I could practically hear him grinning over the phone. He phoned me back the next day telling me he had registered me for high school and was going to help me look for a car.

It was never awkward with Matvey; we always had stories to tell each other, and if we ran out we could usually lapse into peaceful silence. I was currently riding in his cruiser; I had been expecting it as Matvey was Police Chief Ivanski to the good people of Forks. I looked a lot like my dad; we both had violet eyes and blonde hair. We both also have the need for glasses too. We also have the same type of personalities: we both like the winter, we both are withdrawn from strangers, we both are passionate in what we enjoy and we are also both addicted to Tetris.
"It's great having you here Annie!" Matvey said, using my old nickname. "How is Sarah?" he asked. Mum and Matvey don't speak often, they used to speak all the time, but they don't anymore.
"Mum's fine, Dad. And it's great being here!" I said to Matvey, I wasn't supposed to call him Matvey, at least not to his face. I hadn't brought much with me here; as my wardrobe was pretty limited.
"I found a good car for you, and it's really cheap as well" he said, I was intrigued.
"What kind of car?" I asked inquisitively. My dad always had a great taste in cars.
"It's not really a car, it's a truck." He replied, smiling at me.
"Oh Cool! Where did you find it?" I asked, I had always wanted a truck rather than a small car, because if I crashed it, it would be destroyed.
"Do you remember Billy Black, down at La Push?" La Push was a small Indian reservation on the coast.
"No…" I replied, I had no recollections of a Billy Black at all.
"He used to go fishing with us during the summer," he replied, hoping I would remember. I know why I don't remember Billy Black. I hated fishing and every memory I had of going fishing I made sure I forgot of immediately. That is one of the few things majorly different about me and Matvey; I hated fishing whilst he loved it.
"What year is it?" I asked, hoping it would be something moderately recent.
"Old…" Matvey said grinning at me as I frowned. I had absolutely no clue about modern cars, let alone old cars that would probably break down every couple of months.
"You do realize I have no hope in hell of fixing a car, let alone an old one that probably has no instruction manual for me to follow." I told Matvey.
"Too late!" he exclaimed, "I have already bought it for you!" he told me grinning at the look of horror on my face.
"B-b-b-b-but Dad!" I stammered, "I was going to buy it! I already had money saved up for it!" I said slightly annoyed that he bought it when I said I would pay for it.
"Nu-uh! I'm your father therefore I should pay for it! And that's it, no paying me back!" he told me.

I resigned myself to sulking, but I was instantly cheered up by the beautiful landscape, everything was caked in green: the trees, the ground even up walls of houses! I loved Forks and every time I came back it was like coming back to a paradise.