Warning: unbeta, English is my second language. ASL (American Sign Language) is my first language. Yeppie, I'm Deaf. *peace*

Pairings: Jasper/OC, Edward/Bella, Carlisle/Esme, Emmet/Rosalie

Pre-New Moon

I don't own Twilight. None. Just only OCs.

Ciela Dupont played by Jenna Ortega

Enjoy~ :D

"What do you mean I'm moving?" a demanded yet astonished sixteen years old girl. She is a petite female who stood proudly in five feet one inch tall, long wavy black hair that grown underneath her ribs, dark brown eyes with full black eyelashes, lovely tan skin, and has a beautiful smile with dimples. Her name is Ciela Dupont and she is currently staring at her aunt who basically kicking her out of her home.

Her aunt sighed weary softly as she stopped stirring the curry pot with a wooden spoon and tilted her head at her niece. "This is the seventh time you've been expelled from high school—"

"Oh come on!" Ciela rolled her eyes irritated as her aunt continued.

"—and you have gotten a warning for three times from the principal—"

Ciela scoffed as she crossed her arms. "Which I find it bullshit." She mumbled as her aunt ignore and continued.

"— all because you traumatized that Smith girl!" her aunt threw her hands in the air in exasperating.

"Hey." The petite girl raised her eyebrows at her aunt as she held up one hand in defense. "I have a perfectly good reason for that. I warned her that I refused to do all the work, she was supposed to work half of the assignment! It's not my fault that she messed up the project!" she protected.

Her aunt gave her a face. "You send that girl's hair on fire." She deadpanned.

Ciela shrugged her shoulders without caring. "I told her not to get close to the burner when we were in the middle of making fire writing." She said, nonchalant.

Her aunt sighed heavily as she turned back to her cooking, turned the heat low and sent her wooden spoon down. She stared down at the curry. "…I'm sorry, sobrina. But I can't handle this level of stress right now. My son is currently at the hospital because of his rare illness, my daughter is at work, trying to pay the bills with me, and she is not even twenty and should be in college. And I have to go pick up my twins." The woman rubbed her exhausted face.

The petite girl stared at her aunt silently then turned her head to her side blankly. "So, the best decision was to kick me out? That's your solution, tÍa?"

Her aunt's shoulders dropped. "I'm sorry. I know that I promised my hermana to take you in and raise you in my home. But… I can't do this. This is too much for me to handle all this." Her aunt turned her head to her niece with a guilty and tired face. "Forgive me." She whispered, pleading her niece to understand.

Ciela stared at the wall quietly then sighed. "….mamá would understand. You don't need to apologize." Her dark brown eyes shifted to her aunt who looked relief. "So, since you are kicking me out… where should I even go?" she asked, bitter and curious.

Her aunt cleared her head. "I think it would be best that you live with Charlie."

"Wait…" the petite girl furrowed her eyebrows with surprise. "Charlie… as in…?" she trailed off as her aunt smiles wide.

"Si. Your godfather, Charlie Swan."

The petite girl just blinked at her aunt. "…you do know that I haven't seen my godfather for like, three years since mamá funeral." She said with soft sadness when she thought about that funeral day and how she recalled her godfather attended there and comforted her which, she was grateful for.

Her aunt smiles sadly. "I know, sobrina. And I believe she would want him to take you in and raise her. She did name him your godfather."

Ciela lined her lips. Of course, she knew that her mother and her godfather are childhood friends until her mother moved out of the state and lived in Utah. However, they stay in contact with exchanged emails, letters, and phone calls for years. They were practically siblings. And then her mother left on a study aboard in France when she was shy of eighteen, met a French man, fell in love, returned to Utah, got pregnant, French man learned that her mother was pregnant as he attempted to leave his country to see her but died from car accident, her mother was devastated and her godfather dropped everything and stay by her side for months. And after the whole insane drama, he was chosen to be her godfather. Which pretty sum it up.

The petite girl mentally shook her head and crossed her arms. "What did padrino say?" she asked with knowing eyes, she knew her aunt already called her godfather.

Her aunt smiles widely as her brown eyes sparkle. "I called Charlie a while ago about your situation. He agreed to let you stay in his home and be your guardian until you are in the legal age." She explained.

Cielo cringed. "You told him about my expelled?" she said with nervous.

"Of course, I did. Charlie needs to know the reasons and plus, he also needs the transcript of your schools, medicals, documents and such. He will be your official guardian once you live with him." Then she smirks slightly with amused. "He isn't actually impressed with the records of your school, sobrina."

Cielo groaned long and loud. "Why? Why would you tell padrino? Did you forget that he's a cop?" her aunt just smiles, and her niece just groaned with anxiety.

"You'll be fine." Her aunt rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to her cooking. "Now, go and packed your things. You will be leaving for Washington, Forks in a couple of days." She warned her niece as she picked up her wooden spoon and stirs the curry.

The petite girl sighed loudly. "You get rid of me already, my lovely tÍa? You know…" she turned around and start walking. "You will be going to miss me when I'm gone. You will cry your heart out when you discover how lonely and miserable you'll be. Just you wait." Her aunt rolled her eyes at her niece's dramatic tone with fondly yet amused.

"But something tells me that you will be very happy when you live in Washington, Forks." The aunt whispered to herself with a soft smile.

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Little Firecracker

Chapter One

"Welcome to Forks!"

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Location: Washington, Seattle

Date: Mid-June

Airport

Ciela grabbed her maroon-red luggage as she adjusted her violet backpack strap over her shoulder. She is wearing a white tank top with red lip-gloss, grey sweater over it, black ripped skinny jeans, white high top Adidas with black stripes, and black aviator sunglasses that pushed up over her head. Her dark brown eyes observed her surroundings in attempted to spot a familiar certain godfather of hers.

When her dark chocolate-brown eyes found a tall man who is six feet tall, average build, brown mustache, short straight dark brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, and he wears casual pale blue shirt with dark grey flannel shirt over it with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, blue jeans, and black combat boots. His name is Charlie Swan and he is Ciela's Godfather. "Padrino!" she called out to him in gleeful as she quickly jogged toward him.

Charlie jerked up and saw his goddaughter as his lips twitched while his eyes sparkle slightly in happiness. "Ahijada." He greeted his petite goddaughter when she paused in front of him, placed her luggage down and wrapped her arms around his waist.

Charlie cleared his throat as he awkwardly hugged back around her. He isn't used to affectionate touch but willingly since he knew Ciela enjoys hugs. "You got here okay? No trouble?"

The petite girl shook her head. "No. Besides the annoying brat who kept singing behind me nonstop." She made a face with an irritated frown.

Her godfather chuckled as they broke the hugs. "Aren't you a brat too?"

"Oi!" Ciela pressed her hand on her heart with fake appalled. "I'll have you know that I'm an excellent individual young lady who is very well mannered."

Charlie raised his eyebrow in skeptics. "You remember Smith girl, right?"

Ciela threw her hands in the air exasperated. "I already explained this. It's her fault for not paying attention! She's stupid and got her hair on fire, by herself."

"That is not what your aunt told me when she has informed the real statement from the principal, the teacher and the multiples witness in your class." Charlie pointed it out.

The petite girl scoffed lightly as she picked up her luggage as she threw some of her hair over her shoulder. "That school was shitty. They don't like me which is why I was expelled." She said, calmly as her eyes glanced around.

Her godfather just shook his head fondly. "Come on. You don't mind be in a cruiser?" he asked her with concern, as he doesn't want Ciela to be uncomfortable. They walked across the airport to the exit doors.

"Please. I practically have a chauffeur in a cruiser." The petite girl snorted with a pleased smile.

Charlie grimaced. "I don't think I like that."

Ciela just shrugged her shoulders. "What's life without a little bit of risk?" she smirked up at her godfather who is shaking his head at her.

"Just like your mother, always reckless and troublemaker." They arrived at Charlie's police automobile. He opened the truck, placed the luggage inside and shut it with a locked.

"Well, might as well continue that legacy." Ciela joked as she opened the passenger door and slid in. She shut the door, put a seatbelt on and leaned back comfortably.

Charlie climbed inside his driver seat, shut the door and put his seatbelt on. He grabbed his key and start the ignition switch. He glanced over at Ciela who put her feet on the dashboard, sunglasses covered her dark chocolate eyes, and her elbows rested on top of her elbows, content. A twitched appeared on Charlie's face when he saw the view. 'She looks just like her mother…' his heart squeezes sadly as he thought of his pseudo sister.

Then the car turned on and Charlie double-checked his view mirrors and shifted the car. Ciela tilted her head back as she watched the buildings and people through the windows quietly. She can see the sun peek through the white cloudy in the sky. It was a rather semi-warm cloudy today in Washington, Seattle.

The petite girl reached forward to turned up the stereo and switched the radio. When she fiddles with it until she found a song, she recognized it, a smile break on her face as she bobbled her head. Charlie half-smirked at his goddaughter. He allowed her to have her fun as he continues driving.

Soon, Ciela saw the large sign that welcomes the people in the tiny town.

Welcome to Forks

"Only over 3,000 people live in this tiny town?" Ciela said before she leans forward to turn down the volume.

Charlie hummed. "It is a small town, but there are a lot of good people living here." He said, assured her. Then he narrowed his eyes. "However, they tend to like gossip and it spread like wildfire." He warned her.

"Make sense since this small town is probably dull and boring without all the excitement." Ciela blurted it out. She glanced over the never-ending trees. "I mean, look at them?" she put her feet down, holding her hand underneath the window while her other hand makes a circle gesture as if she is showing the trees on display to the audience. "Can you see the majestic and wonderful trees that are full of green and wild?" she sarcastically said with a big fake professional smile.

Charlie shook his head with amused eyes. "At least you will bring some excitement to our home."

"Definitely!" Ciela snapped her fingers with a pleased smile. She will make sure to have fun with her godfather. And she just remembered. "Wait, I recalled from tÍa told me that you have your daughter living with you?" she asked, curious.

The policeman nodded his head. "That is correct. Isabella, well, Bella and she's a year and a half older than you. Will be eighteen years old this year and will be a senior."

Ciela hummed while leaned back with her arms crossed. "I vaguely remembered her." She recalled met Bella once or twice when she was barely five or six years old.

"Yeah… well, I clearly remembered you pushed Bella into a lake while we were fishing." Charlie said with a fond smile.

The petite girl raised her eyebrows. "I did?" she did not expect that, well, now that she thinks about it. It sounds a lot like her, so she supposed that she should expect that.

"Oh yeah, something about Bella got in your way while you try to fish. So, in your best solution was to push Bella out of your way by kicking her in the lake."

Ciela sniggered behind her hand. "Sounds like me, actually."

"Of course, you both got in a fight and it took your mother and me to separate you both for fifteen minutes. It does not help when Billy and Harry just laughed at us." He shook his head with fondly yet annoyed.

The petite girl grinned with amazed. "Wow." Then she tilted her head. "So, you think I might push Bella into a lake again?"

Charlie sends her his warning look yet with a slight twinkle of amusing in his eyes. "If that happens, you will be grounded." Ciela just hummed. "If she ever stops spending her free time with her boyfriend, which I doubt it." He grumbled.

"She has a boyfriend?" Ciela half-smirked when she saw her godfather's obviously distasteful and irritated face. "What? You don't like the boyfriend?"

Charlie just shook his head. "I don't trust him." His lips were firmly tight. "Something about that boy… something isn't right. I just… I don't like him. But he made Bella happy, so I have to deal with it."

Ciela frowned softly. She knew that her godfather's instinct is very strong and he almost always right when he judges people just by observant. After all, how did he become the Chief of Police? Charlie continued. "So far, because of him… Bella got hurt when she left. She got in an accident by falling down the stairs and went through the window."

"Ay! It sounds like she has a lot of wounds." Ciela grimaced with concern.

Her godfather tightens around the wheels. "Couple of broken ribs, sprained wrist, covered in cuts by the broken glass, and a broken leg." He glared at the road ahead through the window.

Ciela shook her head in surprise. "When was this?"

"About four months ago. Thankfully, she is all healed and the cast was already taken out a few weeks ago." Charlie said with relief.

The petite girl tilted her head. "Well, I'm glad that she is all healed." Then a small smirk appeared on her face. "I think I recalled that Bella is actually rather clumsy, right?"

The policeman smiles as he nodded his head. Ciela chuckled softly and turned her attention to the outside through the windows. Her eyes spot a house that looked rather familiar to her. "Is that it?"

"Yeah. This is it." Charlie confirmed as he parked his cruiser in front of the house. Ciela carefully examined the house of her. It is a humble two stories white house with forest in the back distance across from the large green grassland. She climbed out of the cruiser while her godfather slid out, walked around to the trunk and grabbed her luggage from it.

Ciela closed the door behind her as she pushed her sunglasses up on her head. Her dark chocolate-brown eyes spotted an old Chevy red-orange truck. She made a disgust face at it. 'What an ugly truck… it needs to be upgrade it and need cover with paint. Stat!' she mused then glanced over to Charlie. "That truck yours?" she jabs at the truck with her chin with curious.

"No. That's Bella's truck. I gave it to her as her welcome home gift." Charlie explained while holding his goddaughter's luggage in hand.

The petite girl adjusted her backpack over her shoulder. "Oh? Bella's home?" she is curious to meet her "godsister" officially. However, she noticed Charlie made a sour face. "She's not?"

Charlie glanced down at her. "She's with her boyfriend at his house." He answered with annoyed. "Won't be home until before dinner."

Ciela placed her free hand on her hip. "I see." Something tells her that Bella is spending way, way too much time with her boyfriend. "Well then, I'm here and please, show me the wonder of my new home." She waves her hand at the house with a playful smirk.

Her godfather chuckled and walked up to the porch. Ciela followed him up the stairs to the porch and walked inside the house when Charlie unlocked the door. "Bienvenido a casa." Charlie welcomes his goddaughter with a half-smile to their home.

"Thank you, padrino." Ciela said happily as she observed the inside of the house that now is her home.

Charlie lends her upstairs to the second floor. "There are two bedrooms, one for me and another for Bella. However, I took the chance to clean and set up the room in the attic." He explained as he grabbed the string and pulled it down. Ciela watched the stairs landed on the ground. "I and Bella will not touch this to shut the stairs. It wouldn't do good if you are trap in your own bedroom." He climbed upstairs while the petite girl followed upward.

When she arrived above the attic, she fell in love with the exact second when her eyes observed her bedroom. It's rather a large attic room, with two windows on the side where you can see the backyard and the front yard. The ground is hardwood but covered with dull purple rug, queen-size bed with black and blue blankets along with black pillows and royal-blue throw blanket that drape over the bed, the windows are covered with lace periwinkle-blue curtains, dark wooden desk with a purple chair, dark wooden bookshelf pushed against the wall by the front window, black beanbag next to the bookshelf, and a wooden nightstand next to her bed with an alarm clock and white lamp. There's a tall lamp in the corner of the room, a dark wooden dresser across the bed, and lastly a white floor-length mirror next to the back window.

Ciela carefully observed her bedroom as she circles around then beam up at her godfather. "it's perfect! Thank you, padrino!" she said with gratitude.

"I'm glad you like it." Charlie said as he sends the luggage down next to her bed. "I remembered your mother told me how much you love to have space in your room. Especially whenever you want to dance." Then he narrowed his eyes at her. "You do still dance, right?"

The petite girl half shrugged while she dropped her backpack onto her bed. "Whenever I'm in a mood." She answered with a soft smile. She hasn't dance very often ever since her mother passed away, but she still dances sometimes.

Charlie half-smile at her then nodded his head. "Okay, well then… I'm going to go downstairs and watch baseball show." He walked to his goddaughter, peck her head and squeeze her shoulder, gently. "It's good to have you here, Ciela." He said with genuine affection.

"It's good to be here too." Ciela whispered and watched her godfather climbed downstairs until he is out of her sights.

Then her dark chocolate-brown eyes observed her bedroom once again. Then she walked to her luggage, pulled it down, unzipped and opened it. She started to unpack her clothes into her dressers. Grabbed a couple of books, journals, and sketchbooks into her bookshelf. She took out her make-up bags along with hair accessories onto the desk. Even placed nail polishes, toiletries pack, and curly iron on the desk. She also grabbed a small white jewelry box that filled with earrings, rings, bracelets, and necklaces and placed it onto one of the shelves in her bookshelf. Lastly, she grabbed a few of her shoes and sort them to under her bed.

Ciela zipped her empty luggage and placed it on the ground against the wall and went to her backpack. She unzipped her backpack, unpack her iPod, charger, earbuds, sketchbook with a pouch filled with pencils and pens, ruby-red wallet, white photo mini-album, and digital black camera along with a charger. She placed all those objects to where she put in and after that, she stood in the middle of her bedroom while her hands on her hips. She glanced around once again with a satisfied smile.

She grabbed her sketchbook and her pouch, decided to draw while keeping her godfather's company. Ciela descended the stairs into the living room and saw Charlie watching sports channel with a beer in hand on his knee.

Charlie glanced at her with a half-smile and watch the sport while Ciela plopped on the couch, opened her sketchbook to a fresh page and twirl her pencil in her hand. The petite girl started to draw, feeling happy and satisfied. Unknowingly that her godfather was even more happy to have company in comfortable and quiet silence except for the noises from television and scratching sound from a pencil.