Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or settings of Twilight. The only characters I own are ­­­Jenna, her parents and Aimee. And the only setting I own is Jenna's house.

Summary: What if before Bella arrived in forks there was another girl that caught Edward's attention? Someone who is almost the exact opposite of Bella, a bigger challenge. And that's exactly what made Edward interested in the first place.

Author's Note: Hey, I hope you guys like my story. And don't forget to read and review so I know what you like and what I can do to improve it.

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Chapter 1 : Homecoming

The rain pitter-patters on the window as a stare out at the green landscape. My crossed arms pull tighter over my thin sweater. Dad and Rebecca quietly laugh from the front of the car. How could he do this? How could he just marry her? He hardly knows Rebecca. He proposes to her after only dating 1 year. Seriously, when he proposed to Mom it was after 4 years of dating. Why is he in such a rush now? It's probably because she's young and beautiful and he can't see the gold digger she really is…

"Jenna?" Dad calls from the front cutting into my ranting thoughts.

"Yeah, Dad?" He slightly turns his head and gives me a small smile.

"We're here."

"Thanks," I roll my eyes, "cause I couldn't tell already from the rain and the green-colored view." Dad smirks and shakes his head.

"Boy, is your mom in for it," he refers to my mothers great parenting experience, "and don't get sassy with me, Jenna."

"No problem." The car turns on a recognizable street. Stores blur together as we drive by on the main street. And a blur of memories seeps in my thoughts. My parents playing with me on the small playground, going to the Newton's Superstore for sports supplies, and having mom tuck me in bed. She'd brush my chocolate brown hair off my face, sing my a lullaby, and kiss my forehead. Ah, no more memories. We're not a full happy family anymore. The car makes a smooth right on all too familiar road. The small white house comes into view and the black SUV pulls into the driveway. Rebecca gets out the car instantly and walks around to the trunk. Man, she is way to eager to get rid of me. Dad turns fully around to face me.

"You ready, kid?" I in hale quickly and nod.

"Yeah."

"You know you don't have to…" my dad creases his forehead, "I mean, just because Rebecca and I are getting married; it doesn't mean that you have to up and go." Crap, he's bring up this again.

"Dad," I hold my breath for a second, "you know how I feel about Rebecca. And besides, it's time I move in with Mom. You know, get closer with her."

"Yeah, I know. It's just, I know how you and your mom don't always see eye to eye on some things."

"It'll be okay, Dad," I give him a reassuring smile, "trust me." He smiles back.

"I do." We both then step out of the car and help Rebecca with the bags. Of course Rebecca gives me the biggest two suitcases in a nonchalant way. In order to make it seem like she's not actually excited to get rid of my rude little butt. She is so aggravating.

"Jenna!" I turn at the sound of my name. Mom skips down the steps and attacks me in a huge hug.

"Hey Mom," I squeeze her back. She kisses me on the cheek and then holds me at arms length with a hand on each shoulder.

"Oh, have you grown or what!" she smiles widely, "Look at those curves!"

"Mom," I give her a warning tone. How embarrassing. Even if the only audience in Dad and Rebecca.

"Oh come on, Honey," she drops her arms, "And you've gotten so tan, too."

"That's what living in California does to you." I smirk as the group and I carry my bags into the house.

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"Goodbye Jenna," Dad scoops me up in a big bear hug. I'm going to miss his hugs.

"Bye Dad," I whisper into his dark blue polo.

"Be good okay?" he releases me but keeps his palm on my shoulder. "Don't forget to call me."

"I won't."

"At least once a week," He and Rebecca start to back out the door.

"I will. Bye Rebecca," I give her a small half wave. They wave good bye and Mom closes the front door.

"Well, she seems nice." She comments and walks back towards the kitchen. I follow her and sat and the counter.

"You didn't have to live with her," I murmur under my breath and grab probably the 20th chocolate chip cookie of the night. "Hey mom, since when can you bake?"

"I started it as a hobby about two years ago. And I'm sure Rebecca's not that bad."

"But she can be." A comfortable silence sits between us as she cleans the plates in the sink and I munch on more cookies. Mom looks up at me and smiles.

"What?" I ask feeling uncomfortable. I hate it when people stare or just leave they're eyes on me for a long time. Mom just shakes her head and continues washing dishes.

"Nothing, I just can't believe how much you've grown up. You look exactly like I did at your age; especially with the long brown curls."

"Mom, please don't make that big of a deal about it."

"What," she shrugs, "I haven't really seen you in three years."

"Okay, okay. I understand." We've been alone for about 20 minutes and we haven't started fighting…maybe this living together thing will work. "This is going to sound pretty random, but when does school start?"

"Monday of course."

"Tomorrow?" I ask with wide eyes. Oh come on, I thought I had at least a few days off.

"Yeah," Mom nods as she loads up the dishwasher. "Oh, and that reminds me. Your car is in the garage." I almost choke on my cookie.

"You got me a car?"

"Yeah," she glances up with a look on her face, "You need to be able to get to school on time. And even though I'm sure you wouldn't mind running there, but I'd thought you'd prefer not to."

"But, you bought me a car…already."

"Yeah, a black Mazda 3. You still like that model right?" She seriously bought me a car. I didn't expect that.

"Thanks Mom. Yeah, I still love Mazdas." She smiles widely and continues her chores. Who is this woman? She bought me a nice car, she cooks and she cleans. We're actually having a real conversation…This is too weird. "Well, I'm going to go upstairs and unpack a little." I don't wait for her answer and skip up the stairs. When I enter my room I can't help but smile. It looks exactly the same from 5 years ago. The walls are a pale blue and the soft carpet is chalk white. My light wooden desk stands against the right wall opposite of my full sized bed. I open the window slightly to let some cool air in. I don't really feel like unpacking… plopping on my deep purple bed spread I relax. It's still as comforting as it was when I lived here before. I wonder if anyone at Forks High school will remember me from middle school. What about Aimee, does she remember me? With these thoughts I drifted off to sleep.