I do not own Twilight. Also, I do apologize for putting boring before. I meant to put borrowing and of course, due to my very lovely intellect courtesy of my lovely blonde hair, I totally put the wrong word. I apologize for messing up Bella's description, but don't worry I fixed it.

I didn't want to go. To leave my mom, Mark, Dmitri, and Aurora. Who would protect Aurora? Who would be there for Dmitri, playing the big sister role? Yes, going, I would have shot at being a normal teen, hopefully. And I'd be able to get away from my awful memories of Keefer, with a chance to move on. Away from everyone who scorned me: my teachers, other students, even the old lady down at the grocery store. But still, to go meant leaving Aurora, who had no one else to protect her, but either way, I had no choice.

So, I went.

Leaving an unprotected Aurora behind.


I recognized them from the photos my mother showed me before I left. I smiled slightly, waving to catching their attention. It was odd, watching Arabella run towards me, followed at a slower pace by Charlie. It was like watching myself in a mirror, running. She had the same dark brown eyes in the same face with the crooked, point nose, full mouth, and the same average facial structure. The same height, and the same pathetic body. That was where the similarities ended.

She had the same color hair, but cut in layers at her chin. Short and simple. She wore fashionable, tight clothes, designer if I had to guess, completely different from myself. My blonde hair fell in waves to my waist, and I wore simple clothes, jeans, tee shirts, and tennis shoes. Nothing designer or fashionable.

"Hey." When Arabella reached me, she didn't stop, but continued and threw her arms around me. I stumbled back, wrapping my arms around her in reflex. I froze, startled by the PDA and affection. I didn't do to well with these things with someone I didn't know; no matter how closely related we were.

"I see you've met Arabella." Charlie said, stopping in front of us. Arabella stepped back to stand next to our father, the same crooked smile mirrored on my face. Unsure.

"Yeah, kinda figured." I said, shoving my hands into my back pockets. It was acutely uncomfortable; meeting these people so alike me in looks, but so different in personality. Never knowing about them, but having them know about me. I didn't know what to do. How to act.

"Well…" Charlie said, trailing off into an awkward silence. We just stood there. The silence ongoing, extending several minutes.

"How far away is Forks?" I asked to break the silence, trying not to fidget.

"We live about two and a half hours away." Arabella said, her smile lighting up her face.

"Cool." I nodded my head, not sure what else to say.

"Why don't you two head onto the car? I'll bring the luggage." Charlie said, walking forward to pick up my bags.

"It's okay, I've got it." I said, bending to pick up my luggage.

"It's alright, dear. Daddy can get it." Arabella grabbed my arm, and pulled me up. "Come on. We got the rest of your stuff days ago." She began pulling me toward the exit, leaving Charlie behind. "We've already got your room set up." Arabella began to chatter on, and I could swear as we walked out of the building-tuning Arabella out-I heard Charlie laughing.