A/N: This is a story written by myself and April Nichole. We share idea credit and the writing credit goes to April Nichole. She has other Twilight fan fictions, and I suggest you check them out.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of this story, or any of the things from the original 'Twilight Saga' by Stephenie Meyer. But I, and April Nichole, do own Adora Mireya, and everything that happens to her in the past and future.

9: Moving… Again.

Adora's POV

For as long as I can remember every couple of years we have moved. I never would get a real answer as to why we had to move so much. My parents would only tell me that it was just something we had to do and one day I would understand. The time has come for another move and at least this time I can drive my own car, which looks like a tank, and Nessie and her boyfriend are going to ride with me.

I don't know why my car has to be unlike the rest of the families since the rest have these crazy outrageous cars. My parents sad it was the safest car for me and that was that. Whatever, apparently it would take a tank or something to even put a dent in my car. When I made a comment about it at my birthday it seemed like Aunt Bella and Uncle Edward were sharing some kind of inside joke. I guess I should be happy that I have a car though. Mom and dad were so nervous about me learning how to drive.

At first they were fine with me learning to drive. We did the Driver's ED book and the whole family got involved making sure I knew everything there was about it. But, when it came to practicing on the road it took forever to get them to let me drive on an actual road. They would really just take me to some abandoned area to let me drive but there wasn't much to practice with that way. When we made it to where other cars where they were always on edge, telling me to look out for this and that.

I have pretty much gotten used to moving around because at least we would wait until the school year was over. Aunt Alice seemed to love party planning so she would help mom and I plan a going away party each time. It was nice to get a proper goodbye to the friends I had made. It is always a little hard being in a new place. Knowing that we would move after so long made it hard to even want to make friends.

Over the last several years though I have moved past thinking and worrying about each time we would move. I have accepted it as a part of our life. I've now been thinking about something else with the whole family. I know something is different about them all. To me it feels like the big elephant in the room that I don't know how to bring up. Considering they haven't told me the reason why we have to move so much I don't know if they will talk to me about this.

I have been sixteen for six months now and my parents and even the rest of the family except for Grandpa Carlisle and Grandma Esme look like we could all be brothers and sisters. When I was eight they did tell me that I was adopted, since then they have told me a little more about the situation. And considering what my biological mother went through while she was pregnant with me I'm glad they didn't tell me everything when I was eight. It is a lot to deal with knowing the kind of man that my biological father is. But, I am really glad though that they told me and even happier with the fact that they love me even though I'm not biologically theirs.

I guess knowing all this and that the family is so protective of each other I don't want to push things. Everyone is very cautious of the rest of the world. It has seemed odd to me that Aunt Alice would always seem to know what was going to happen when we did something or what would happen when we moved. I also remember one time when Uncle Edward had come over and he was in the living room with mom and dad and I was trying to sneak a cookie before supper and he would always know and tell on me while he was laughing. I guess he thought after so many times of it happening I would learn that I couldn't get away with it. It took a while but I finally did and I wasn't happy about it. It was weird and frustrating that he seemed to always know what I was thinking about doing. There was something about Uncle Jasper and Cousin Nessie too but I haven't figured them out yet.

I also knew that the family wasn't built like everyone else. I had first noticed it when I was younger and when I asked about it I was told it was nothing. There was a difference between the family's skin and everyone else's. My family had cold skin, except for Jacob and Nessie, and they were harder than everyone else too. Like I said it was just like the big elephant in the room that no one knew how to bring up. We'll I guess just me not knowing how to bring it up. They all knew what was going on and I didn't know yet how to get them to tell me.

I had finished packing up my room about an hour ago and was now sitting in front of the window. We always lived pretty much on the outside of town in a wooded area but I loved it. The trees had become a peaceful place hearing animals in the distance and trying to see if any would come close to the house. They had probably become that for me since we always lived in a place like this and because mom and I would plant a garden close to the house each time and dad and I would go for walks in the woods. They were both fun times for me.

I turned when I heard a knock at the door to see my dad leaning against the doorframe.

"Hey smiles, you ready?"

"Dad," it was always the same thing when he said that or when he called me giggles. I loved it. I got up and walked out with him.

It had become our thing to do one last walk before we left somewhere as like a little goodbye to the woods. Dad and I walked a good distance from the house before anything was said. It was something else we always did was to walk in silence for a bit at first.

"So?" He said breaking the silence.

"So…what?" He would always start the conversation in the woods that way and normally I would go into something to talk about, not today.

"We'll that's not how that normally how this goes, what's wrong?"

I wrapped my hand around his arm as we started going over some roots to steady myself. We kept walking and he kept waiting for me to say something. I took a deep breath trying to think of something to say, something to explain this. I came up with nothing.

"It's nothing dad, no worries."

He stopped suddenly and turned to face me.

"Come on Adora. Something is going through that pretty little head of yours."

"Dad," I said as I rolled my eyes. "I just don't know how to explain it yet, okay."

He stared at me for a minute scrutinizing my face before he spoke again.

"Fine but when you are ready you know I'm here, no matter what it is about."

"I know dad, I appreciate it." I said smiling taking his arm back in my hand to continue our walk.

I mean how do you tell someone that you know something is different about them, that you wonder how human they are. How do you get them to trust you enough to tell you the truth? We walked for a while longer and there was one thing I did want to ask about. They should trust me though since we are family even if we aren't blood related.

"Dad, do you think that sometime we could go visit my birth mom's gravesite?"

"Are you sure you want to?"

"Yes."

"Then yes, let me talk to your mom and see what we can set up. We had actually been wondering if you would want to do that sometime but we wanted it to be your idea."

"Thanks." I always liked how cool they were when I wanted to talk about my birth mother. It was giving me a little hope that they would be cool about this other thing as well.

EMPOV

Adora and I had gotten back from our walk and everyone was ready to leave. Carlisle and Esme were going to lead everyone. Adora, Nessie and Jacob were going to follow them; with the rest of us behind them to make sure nothing happened. Rose and I wanted to talk to Edward, Jasper and Alice so we said our goodbyes to the others and watched them leave.

We already knew because of Edward and Jasper that Adora was starting to wonder about the family. Edward and Jasper were helping us to keep an eye on where her mind was in all this.

"Did she say anything?" Rose asked as she took my hand.

"She wants to go to her mother's gravesite but other than that, no. It's not like it's the easiest thing to bring up."

"No it isn't." Bella said as she wrapped her arm around Edward's waist.

"She is thinking about it though. She keeps trying to play though conversations in her head of how she thinks it would go. The main one her head sticks with is that we are going to laugh at her for thinking something is off with the family." Edward explained.

"We wouldn't do that to her. We'll we might have a few slips but it would only be out of nervousness of how she will react with the truth. She keeps changing her mind about wanting to say something and not want to say something." Alice said leaning on Jasper.

"Jasper, are you getting anything from her?" I asked.

"Love for the family, confusion and at times she is scared. I imagine though that her being scared has to do with wondering how we are all going to react and even a little scared about what the truth could be. At times she seems determined which throws off the other feelings for me."

"She is determined to be okay with the truth and for us to be comfortable enough to tell her." Edward interjected.

"So what do we do?" Rose asked.

"She has the right to know. How about for now we see if we can't wait till she is eighteen to tell her? If she doesn't bring it up till then, then we will be the ones to bring it up."

Rose looked at me with a mix of emotions in her eyes. Then she looked at everyone else.

"So, when she's eighteen then?"

We all looked at each other and nodded in agreement.