A/N: I do not own any of the characters. This is my first fanfic so be gentle.

Rewound and Revised

Chapter 1: New

I couldn't stop myself from scanning the surrounding forest as I drove. Giant fur trees stood tall and on guard along the road; what they were protecting was beyond me. Maybe that was my sense of imagination thinking they were guarding my secrets, I could only hope so.

"The forest looks kinda scary." I head my sister whisper beside me in the passenger seat.

I smirked at my her. "Aww, is little Cynthia scared of the big bad woods."

Said girl turned her attention to me and glared, "shut up."

"Watch out for the lions and tigers and bears, oh my." My laughter filled the car after my sister punched my shoulder.

Even though my sister tried to act all mean I could see her smiling out of the corner of my eye.

My relationship with my sister was strong. She looked up to me and loved me dearly. She was the only one in the family that did.

The whole reason we moved from our hometown of Biloxi, Mississippi was because of me. Actually it was my parents fault, though they blamed me.

All my life I would have these visions. When I was young the visions were few and far between. But ever since I turned sixteen they were more frequent. I looked them up on the internet and found that it was a supernatural gift that few had. It wasn't till recently that I told my parents.

It was about a year ago that I had a sit down with my parental units and told them of my premonitions. My mother was shocked but never said anything about it, though she rarely spoke as it was. To me I think mom is trying to act as though nothing happened, that I was a normal child. Of course you have my father who tells me daily that I'm not normal. The day I confessed my secrets, dad freaked out. He acted as though the world was about to end because of me. He was the one who blamed me for having to move the whole family. If he had his way it would just be me.

Why we moved, well it was to escape all the secrets that finally caught up to us and bit my father in the ass. The whole family had to move because of my father's mistakes in life. Then again I was starting to think it was partially my fault.

The reason Dillon Brandon, my father, forced his family to move was because he tried to send his own daughter to an asylum. I was shocked when I found a letter from a far away asylum, addressed to my father. He planned to send me there and in secrecy from the community. Maybe fake my death also, though that was just a theory of mine.

The whole community found out about what my father planned to do with me. How that came to be is beyond me, I honestly had nothing to do with it. By some weird twist of fate, no one knew why I was being sent away; just that I was. So for the fist couple of months my father has had to live in shame and hide from the world. He became hard and cruel to the family, though more so with me. The final straw happened when I decided to be lucky.

I want nothing more than to go far away to college. So after learning that the family will pick up our pieces and move west, I chose a college east. My choice was in Savannah, Georgia, plenty of miles between my father and me. Of course the very expensive tuition was my biggest problem.

One day I chose to buy a lottery ticket, being eighteen early has its perks. Before I could choose my numbers I was hit with a vision. To my surprise they were of the winning numbers. Of course I acted on impulse and won the lottery easy.

That was the final straw with my father. His new found paranoia told him that I would be found out for cheating. The screaming match that happened in the house that day would forever be remember by the whole neighborhood, I swear. Thankfully mom calmed him down enough, but that night construction for the new house in Forks, Washington had begun.

Why my father freaked out over his daughter become rich was beyond me. It wasn't like I had won the mega million, I acted smart and chose a smaller sum. Also there were other winners besides me so the winnings had to be split. Also I only took a small portion for personal use, well maybe not a small small portion, but the rest went to the bank for college.

That small portion was put to good use, getting back at my dad. I bought myself a new canary yellow 911 Turbo Porsche. The car that I was driving right now was my best friend, after my sister of course. This amazing car was my escape from my deranged father.

"There it is," shouted my sister as she leaned forward in the car. Thankfully Cynthia didn't see me jump. When I get in this daydreaming state of mind, the world around me just vanishes.

I eased into the new paved driveway of our new house. This house wasn't as big as the one back home. I assumed it was because I would only be spending a few months here before leaving home, but like I said I only assume.

The house stood two stories tall, with brick siding in the front. The moving van was already there along with both of my parents vehicles. I was about to park in the circle driveway when my father waved me down. I slowed the car and drove behind him as he led me to the garage. It would be so easy to just run him over.

It was a three car garage that was set towards the back of the house. Dad signaled for me to park in the lot farthest from the house. I parked and turned off the car. Cynthia was already out of the car and off towards the house by the time I got out.

I noticed dad was long gone as well, which set just fine with me. I left my jacket in the car since it was nice and sunny out; something rare for this town. Forks was known for the constant rain showers that plagued this north of Washington.

Quickly I made my way to the backdoor. The empty house seemed eery as I crossed the thresh hold into the kitchen. To me, the house seemed to scream at me that I didn't belong. I couldn't agree more.

"Mary Alice Brandon, there you are." I turned to see my mother making her way towards me from the dinning room. Already I could see our table and chairs positioned in there proper places.

"So do you like the new house?" My mother asked me as she gave me a quick hug. I could only nod as she led me through the house.

If one was to walk through the front door you would be in the living room. Across from the front door is the archway that led to the dinning room. Stairs blocked the view of the kitchen entrance.

To the left of the front door is a bathroom and a coat closet. The stairs led up to the second floor, where the master bedroom, Cynthia's bedroom, and dad's office resided. From the living room one can see the three doors, along with the railed banister that blocked anyone from falling to the first floor.

My room was the only room on the first floor. It was set to the right of the living room, tucked away in a hallway. Across from my room is the laundry room.

"Where do you want these boxes Mrs. Brandon?" I turned to see a big guy lugging a giant box with my name on it.

"Those will go in the downstairs bedroom." My mother always spoke so softly, not to where you couldn't hear her. Everything about my mother screamed shy, the complete opposite of me.

"Ruth darling, would you please come up here and tell these men where you want the bed." Both my mother and I looked up to see my father leaning on the railing.

Instantly my mother left me standing there under my father's gaze. I shrugged him off and made a bee line to my bedroom. A smile spread across my face as I peered into my room.

The walls were a flawless white, while the carpet was black. To my left were two doors. One was my small private bathroom, while the other was my walk-in closet. Two big windows revealed the woods that surrounded our backyard. My room was the closet to the woods.

I let one of the movers pass me before entering my room. I twirled once, before skipping my way to the closet. I opened the door and stepped inside. The same white walls and black carpet greeted me. Both sides of the closet had polls that would be a place for me to hang up clothes. The back wall had many shelves and hooks for my shoes and purses.

"Excuse me miss," I turned to see two men caring my dresser. "Where would you like this."

I pondered the answer for a second before replying. "Against the wall next to the door please." They moved my dresser where I told them to, even placing it were there was a foot between my door and the dresser. I smiled at the men, "perfect," I said while giving them a wink and a thumbs up. Both men smiled in turn before leaving.

It took several hours before the men had everything moved into their proper places. I gave the two men who kept coming back to my room with my furniture a nice tip. During the whole moving process I stayed in my room and unpacked. I was placing my white sheets on my bed when Cynthia walked in.

"Hmm, I think my room is bigger." She said while helping with the sheets.

I gave her a sideways glance. "That's because dad likes you better." It was harsh, but sometimes the truth hurts.

Cynthia didn't say anymore on the subject, I was grateful for that. We chatted about the school we would be going to in two days. Something that I hated passionately.

It made me sad to think I wouldn't be finishing the year with my friends, or walking beside them at graduation. The only thing that kept me from hating my new school was the fact that I would only be there for three months. Thats what I kept telling myself over and over. In three months I would be done with this town.

I woke bright and early monday morning. All night long I dreamed about some mysterious girl. I could only see her back, but even more odd then that is I kept trying to reach her. I would always call for her, but I had no voice. I needed to clear my head, so I decided to jump in the shower.

My mind wondered to my room that I took supreme pleasure in decorating. I added the yellow to my black and white room. Black and white pictures, that I took, decorated my walls. The inspiration of my room came from a black and white photo I saw that had sunflowers, and the only color was from the bright yellow petals.

After my shower I began to get ready for school, starting off my drying my hair. Once my hair was dried I chose my outfit for the day. A knee high, yellow frilly skirt with black leggings underneath. Then I put on a black tank with a denim jacket over it. Last but not least I donned on a pair of black flats. My goal was to look cute, yet be comfortable.

My reflection caught my attention as I started to leave my room. Today was going to be hell, not because of the fact I was to be the new girl, but because back at my old school I left many people heart broken.

Many people referred to me as a pixie. To my dismay I was only 4'10". I had inky black hair that was short and spiky. My face fit my tiny features, except for my big grey eyes; although many have said that they are my best feature.

I heard a knock on my door before my sister barged in. "Slow poke Joe lets gooooo," she whined. I chuckled at my sister's antics. Said girl groaned and grabbed me and drug me out of my room; not before I grabbed my yellow backpack. If you haven't guessed, yellow is my favorite color.

Cynthia drug me all the way to my car. I quickly sat in my car, my sister already buckled up and had pressed the garage door opener. I turned on my car, the engine purred to life.

I hit the gas hard and sped out of the driveway. I was vaguely away of Cynthia pressing the garage door button again. With the speed I was driving at it only took us a few minutes to get to school. Figuring out where to park was a challenge, I didn't feel like offending anyone today.

I chose a spot that was in the middle of it all. I turned off the key and leaned back against the seat. Every kid in the parking lot was staring. I could tell they were whispering about me and my sister. I groaned at the thought of stepping out of this car.

"Yeah me to." I rolled my head to look at her. Cynthia was staring out at all the people. "I'm nervous also."

"You were quite eager to get out of the house this morning," I chuckled.

I was nervous to start a new school, but in all honesty I had nothing to be nervous about. The corners of my mouth turned up. Suddenly I grabbed my door handle and stepped out of the car. My sister sat shocked at me for a minute before joining me.

I slung my backpack over shoulder as I gazed at everyone in the lot. A confident smile plastered on my face. Cynthia didn't have a smile but her eyes held confidence.

"Hey why don't you go ahead to the office, I'll be there in a second." I wanted a minute alone, just to get my bearings.

Cynthia nodded once. She took a big breath, and let it out slowly before heading towards the office, or what she hoped was the office.

When my sister was out of sight I let out a stressful breath. I wasn't scared of all the twenty question games I will be forced to play, nor all the people who will ask me out. What made me nervous and scared was all the people staring and whispering.

I leaned back against my car and looked up at the grey cloudy sky. You need to calm down now Alice, no one knows about your crazy past. They are not whispering about how you are a freak. They are just a bunch curious kids wondering about the new girl.

The sound of a loud engine pulled me out of lala land. I looked towards the sound to see two cars glide into the parking lot. My eyes bugged out as I saw the two cars that parked across from me; for cars were a passion for me.

The first car was a silver Volvo, and the last car was a bright red Ferrari. The Ferrari was what caught my attention. I mean it was a Ferrari, who wouldn't look.

Four people stepped out of the Volvo, and two stepped out of the Ferrari. Only one person caught my attention, and that was the driver of the Ferrari. My dream came back and hit me like a cold hard slap to the face.

It was the girl in my dreams.

A/N: So there you have it folks, the first chapter of RnR. I hope everyone enjoyed. Also I promise that the next chapters will get better, you just have to understand that I'm new to this. So please be patient with me. Also I promise that I will update as soon as possible.

Ani10 signing off.