Ok here is chapter 1. I try to make my main character a lot like me. I made her funny, but she can hold her own and be serious when the time comes.

Disclaimer: Ok so I still don't own Twilight and it bites, but I do own Lucy, Johnny, and Annabelle.

Chapter 1: Welcome Home

"No!" I shouted. "I'm leaving and you can't stop me. I have to go," I said more calmly toward my father for about the millionth time today.

"Please Lucy don't do this, you can't just pack up and leave. You still have half a year left of school," my father pleaded with me.

"I am legally 18 as of now, Robert. You cannot keep me here any longer. I will finish my education in La Push and I've already been accepted to Yale. I just got my trust fund money from Grams to use for clothes, food, and school for Annabelle and I," I explained to him while loading up the last of my things in a tiny suitcase.

"Please, I understand that I can't keep you here but not my baby. Don't take my Annie with you," he begged, on the verge of tears.

"No," I whispered. "You made it this way. You brought that awful woman into this house and our lives and she abused Annabelle."

"She never did that. You're lying," he accused me.

I held up the court order, which said that Annabelle Cameron, my sister, was beaten and/or abused at age 12 and 13. The court order also states that I have full custody rights and am her legal guardian. He read it over and then threw at me.

"No!" he screamed at me. "That's a fake, Steph would never hurt her. Never!" he bellowed.

"Think whatever you want, the court gave me custody rights of her. I am not going let her stay here and get abused by your wife! We're leaving. I booked us a plane that should leave at eleven tonight. Annabelle is in the car if you want to say goodbye," I told him, carrying the rest of our suitcases out to my car.

"Fine, but if she wants to come back you better be sure you bring her back," he sneered at me as he followed me out to my car.

"Annabelle," I said as we approached my car. "Dad wants to say goodbye. I'll give you a minute. I have to call mom and tell her we will be arriving the around 12-ish," I told my baby sister.

"Ok," she replied in her baby like voice. She got out the passenger's side of the car and slowly walked toward our father. I went around to the driver's side and climbed in throwing my bags in the back seat. I took out my cell phone and called my mom. It went straight to voicemail so I left a brief message explaining our arrival tonight. After about three more minutes, Annabelle got inside the car and buckled up. She took out an envelope out of her baggy jacket pocket as I backed out of the driveway.

"Whatcha got there kiddo?" I asked her.

"Oh, nothing. Well, actually, I don't know I haven't opened it yet. Dad gave it to me," she explained, looking at it apprehensively.

"Well, are you going to open?" I asked, redirecting my attention to the road.

"I don't know. You open it," she said, shoving the envelope at me.

"Hey there!" I said, shoving it back at her. "It wasn't addressed to me and I am kind of busy driving," I explained, turning the car onto the freeway to the airport.

"I'm scared to open it. I don't know what it is. What if it's from her ?" she asked, her frame shuddering.

"Don't open it yet, but you have to sooner or later," I said.

"I choose later," she replies, stuffing it in her knapsack.

"Here, I'll make you a deal. I will open it on the plane and read through it. If it is from her I won't let you read it. God only knows what that woman would say to you and you're already too freaked out," I assured her.

"Ok."

We had just arrived at the gate of our plane when our flight was boarding. Good luck was with us. We made our way toward the back of the plane where our seats were and stowed our carry-on luggage in the overhead carrier, save for my backpack. About 20 minutes later we were flying. I loved flying more than anything—except dirt bike riding—it was such a thrill. I had especially loved landing. My favorite time flying was when I went to New York and the plane kept getting rocky throughout the whole flight. Annabelle, on the other hand, was terrified of flying. She hates, no loathes, flying as much as I hate sailing. She gets air sick and I get seasick.

For most of the flight Anna held my hand until it turned white because there was a massive snowstorm. I told her to just go to sleep and I would wake her up when we get there. She complied and let go of my hand. I took out my i-pod and softly sand along to Mumford and Sons.

A couple minutes passed and then a man to the left of me said, "Excuse me?" I pause the song and took out my ear buds.

"Yes?" I asked politely, though I was a little peeved he interrupted me. I looked up at him. Even I had to admit he was cute. He had light brown hair and dark green eyes. He looked tall and he definitely had a good body.

"I was just going to say you have a lovely voice." He smiles.

Oh my god. He heard me. I blushed a deep pink and ducked behind my hazel colored hair to hide my blazing face. He reached over and tucked the strands behind my ear.

"Don't be embarrassed. I'm sure no one else heard. I only heard because I am sitting right next to you." He chuckled.

Is he flirting with me? Hmm, if he is I won't argue.

"Oh," I say, my face slowly regaining color. "I'm glad you think so but I'm not that good."

"I think you are. By the way, I'm John or Johnny," he said, extending his hand to me.

I took it and gently shook it. Wow he has a really strong grip, I thought.

"I'm Lucy, nice to meet you," I say as I pull my hand from his.

After about an hour of talking to Johnny, I learned that he is heading to Forks to take of his sick, elderly grandma and to see his younger brother Mike before he goes to college. He is already an early college graduate from Princeton and owns his own real estate business.

I told him about my Mom and that the talking beauty next to me is my little sister Annabelle. We discussed about my college choice and he told me that he didn't get accepted to Yale, but if he did, he would have turned it down for Princeton. I didn't tell him why Annabelle and I were moving to La Push, just that we wanted to live with our real mom. After an hour, the flight attendant told us we would be landing at Sea-tac in 10 minutes. Johnny asked me if he could give me his number and I said yes and took his phone from him and entered my cell phone number. He said if I ever wanted to get together and hang out to call him. I agreed.

Our flight landed and I woke up Anna. "Wow you were right I didn't get sick or anything," she said getting up to stretch.

"Yeah, but you wouldn't shut up either," I teased her.

"Oh, no. I thought you said I stopped doing that?" she screeched.

"Yeah, you did, but about a month ago it started again." I smiled sheepishly. "Now come on, we have to get off the plane now," I said, getting our carry-on items. We walked off the plane and went to get the rest of our luggage from baggage claim. We spotted our paint splatter designed suitcases and grabbed them. We made our way to the rental car place and waited in line for about 5 minutes until we were up.

"Ok, what kind of cars ya got left?" I asked the bored older looking man.

"Well we have a small Sedan, a Buick truck, or we have the last Mustang convertible left," he said, pointing to a paper which had the cars and prices on it.

I looked down at Annabelle who just shrugged. Well that was helpful, I thought.

"Hmm, well I think we're gonna get that Mustang," I told to him.

I found out that the envelope my dad gave Anna had his credit card and a photo album in it. He told Anna, in a note attached to the credit card, to use his money for anything important. Anna sighed and I gave the man the credit card and my ID. He asked me how long we needed it and I told him three days. My car should be here in about a day or two, I figure. He gave me the key and we walked outside to wait until the car arrived.

"Why did you get that car? You know we didn't need something expensive," Anna scolded me.

She is usually the adult figure in our relationship. She keeps me in check and I am the one who gets us to have fun. However, man is she grumpy right now. Well, it is almost eleven she hadn't slept long.

"Stop being a stick in the mud. This may be the only time I get to drive a Mustang. I want to do it while I have the money to," I told her, poking her side.

She slapped my hands away and said, "Fine, whatever, but it's too late and too cold to put the roof down," she said, pulling her sweater closer to herself.

"Yes mom," I teased her and patted her head. Our car arrived seconds later and we put our bags in the trunk. "We're staying with mom right now until I can find a house to rent. That is of course if you still want to live with me."

"I want to live with you," she said, getting in the passenger's seat. I went around to the driver's side and we buckled in. I drove out of the parking lot and down the freeway.

"Man this baby can drive," I said, speeding up to 80 mph.

"Luc, can you please slow down a little. It's dark and the roads are kind of icy," Annabelle said, clutching the handle bar. Until she had told me that, I hadn't even realized it was icy out. I could have gotten us in an accident. I'm such a bad sister. I slowed the car down to 55 and slowed on the turns.

After an hour and a half we were at the borderline of La Push and I slowed to 45. Minutes later, we arrived at the small two-story house my mother owned. We left our bags in the car, locked it, and made our way up to the house. I knocked on the door and a grumpy looking woman opened the door. "What do you—" she stopped what she was saying and looked at us, her eyes widening in shock.

"Hey mom," I said shyly, giving an awkward wave with my fingers.

"Oh my, come in," she said, shooing us inside. "Wow I thought you guys wouldn't get her until tomorrow?" she asked. I told Anna to go upstairs and go to bed in our old room.

"Well, we managed to get an early flight," I explained.

"I'll say," she said, pouring me some left over coffee. Cold, just the way I like it. She always remembers the little things. I love my mom.

"Welcome home, then."