Heyy. So, I started writing this and absolutely have no direct idea at which I'll be taking this…so yeah. In this story I doubt I'll put Bella in unless she's just a random character…won't be that important? I just don't feel like putting her in. Also, Edward can't read the twin's minds. It will make everything easier. Kay? Thanks for reading. (:

Not So Ordinary
Chapter One, Walk It Out.
January, 2009.

"I see…." Jazzabelle starts in an ominous voice. I smack her upside the head. "Take a chill pill. I was just joking." She frowns at me and then proceeds to grab her sketchbook. I try to sit still as she slowly flips through the pages, trying to find the picture that she wants me so desperately to see. She slows down, if that's even possible, and shows me a picture that she drew a couple weeks ago. "This would be it. Cool, eh?"

I looked at the picture in disbelief. It looked the same as it should. It was if she took my story I had just written today, and took some of the parts and turned it real. It's happened before; it just seemed so real now.

"Looks like we know where exactly we're headed then." Jazzabelle jumps up and grabs the suitcase by the curb and throws it over her petite body. "Lazy bones, I know you're shocked but get a move on." She takes my suitcase and throws it over to me. It lands on my feet. The grass is all over our clothes, but we don't have time to change. "We have to hurry to catch the next bus out of here. It's going to leave in 15 minutes. I want to get there before dark. We have to find her before dark." Jazzabelle has this new determination that I've been a witness to many times. When she gets her mind set on something, she goes all out to get what she wants. I look at the sixteen year old girl in front of me. Black hair that runs past her shoulders, blue eyes, fair complexion, about 125 in weight, 5'5", average all around. She's my twin, and we look the same as everyone else around here, because no one stands out. She was my best friend, my everything, we've been through a hell of a lot, but she's always been there for me and me there for her.

I slowly get up and tuck everything away. I grab my duffel bag and throw it over me and stand up beside her. She looks at me and we both nod. "I guess we need to get going, you look like you're about ready to throw a hissy fit." I joke, though it's not very funny.

She laughs anyway, used to my sense of humor. "You're right about that kid, you're right about that." She even ruffles my hair like a parent would do to a child. I duck out of her way.

We walk towards the sun rise that is high above the sky by now, and all the traffic passes us. It's one of those days where everyone just has to get to work, on time. It's one of those things that you see everyday when you live in a big city. One thing for sure, I'm not going to miss this by moving away. Not at all.

My sister and I are alike in many ways. Our looks for instance, would be a major thing. We care about grades, though I care about them a tad more than she does. But her personality is brighter, more outgoing, than my own. I look at a lot of things differently than others. Sometimes I can completely miss a point to a story by focusing on something that is on a much deeper level. I guess that's why I got the writing gene and Jazz got the drawing gene.

"The train station is up ahead. We'll get there in about two minutes. Then we'll buy our ticket and get on board and head to the other side of the country." Jazz informs me.

I nod. "That sounds good." I walk with purpose toward the station as Jazz flutters at my side. She's a lot more graceful than I, and you can easily tell by watching her walk.

The minutes passed without us getting a second glance. We went up to the ticket station. "Two for the 111 train please." I tell the lady handing her the money. She looks at me and just nods. I guess she's used to having teenagers come around here to get on the train to travel somewhere. It's a lot easier than taking a bus around here. Which, of course, we're going to have to do when we stop way over the halfway mark... oh joy.

The lady hands us the tickets and points us in the direction of the train. It's soon to take off and everyone is scurrying on board. Jazz and I look at the ticket and see that we have to be in car 5 to start off. We quickly locate it and jump on, no need in waiting for it to soon take off and then board.

We find some empty seats and sit down. It's going to be a long ride.

"Man, why does it have to be so rainy? Ewe, my hair is going to be ruined!" I just roll my eyes and tie my hair in a hair clip at the base of my neck.

"The school should be letting out soon; maybe we can get directions to the place from one of the students that attend." I start walking in the direction of the school.

The town is small. There is barely any traffic. Not at all like our hometown. "This is such a boring town. Gees, how could anyone ever want to live here?" She crinkles her nose, and I know how she feels. "I'm so glad we're still on Christmas break, it made this a lot easier. And, we'll still have to figure out where to go." I sighed and she looked at me with a downcast expression as well. We've had this conversation before and we just don't know what to do.

"I guess we can go somewhere like New York. Get some jobs and have our own apartment. That would be fun…I suppose." I hear kids laughing and doors slamming so I know we're on the right track. One look at Jazz and she knows it too. We walk quickly down the road and into the forest beside the school. We stare into the parking lot. There are several different groups of people here and it's just so weird to see it and not be over there to experience it. I actually kinda miss school; wow…where did that come from?

The parking lot was full of older cars and I can easily guess the town was not the richest one in the world, the smallest towns normally aren't. I've seen it before, never lived in one, but I've seen it before.

"Hey, hand me the sketch book. I'm going to go up to one of those kids and see if I can find directions." I dig through the bag and hand her the book and follow her wordlessly. She has an extra spring in her step and I'm glad to see we're finally on the right track.

I fall in step with her as she tries to decide which person to ask. Her eyes wander to a girl that is tall, with black hair. It looks like she is about to leave and we walk over to her. "Excuse me please." Jazz says in her best voice.

The girl looks up, obviously confused as to who these two strange girls are. "Uhm, what can I do for you?"

Jazz shows her the drawing. "We're looking for this place. Do you know where we would be able to find it?"

The girl looks at her for a while then nods. "Yeah, it's a few miles north of here. You have to go down a long road, you might think you're lost but just keep going. You should be able to find it then." I smile gratefully at her.

"Thank you so much. You helped us out a lot. More than you even know." She nods and goes to get into her car and we walk away from her so we don't cause her anymore discomfort.

"Come on, we better get a move on. It'll take a while to get there." Jazzabelle follows behind me and we quickly duck out of the parking lot. The last thing we need is to be stopped and asked what we're doing here. We don't even know for definite if she's still here. We're just hoping that not much has changed.

We move quickly through the town. Nobody really paid any attention to us. They were all busy attending to random things. We finally make it to the road that will soon take us to the house we've been searching so desperately for. I look at Jazz. She's grinning from ear to ear, and bouncing up and down. I on the other hand, actually feel like a secret spy or something. I almost laugh at the thought.

My twin crouches down. I follow. "Alright, you remember everything we talked about on the train?" I nod. I assume she thought it would take longer to talk about this because one of us would forget. "Uhm. Okay. Well. You know what to do then. You're the one that has better details and such." For once she seems at a loss for words. I smile at her encouragingly and stand up and start walking up the driveway. It's probably around 6 now. I can hear thunder in the distance and I'm sure the rain will be coming soon. I walk faster and Jazz is soon beside me. The long driveway has many twists and turns and all too quickly the house is before us. It is frikken amazing. The house is gorgeous, stunningly brilliant. The windows and the white paint look amazing together and it seems a little over the top for this small town but it does actually look pretty cool. We walk up to the door and I knock timidly.

Movement is heard through the door as someone is deliberately making more than enough noise. The door swings open wide and there is a lady taking its place. Her brown hair falls past her shoulders in curls. "Hello. It's a little late isn't it? Come in, you must be tired." We follow her wordlessly and I shut the door behind us. She leads us into a room with couches and chairs scattered. She motions for us to take a seat and we do as a man comes through the doors. His hair is blonde and he looks really young. He's pretty good looking as well. He just looks at us curiously as his wife does as well. "What can we do for you? We don't have very many visitors come to see us." He raises his eyebrows in question.

"Well, we're looking for someone." I start. "Her name is Alice and she supposedly died a while ago after being in an asylum. She's our great aunt and we know that she didn't die, and she lives to this day. We just came to find her. We're supposedly like her in many ways. We came all the way here, all the way to Forks, to see her and then we'll be leaving." I pause. "We'll go to someplace like New York, far away."

They just stare at me and then turn to look at Jazz. They are very quiet and as we wait for their answer a big guy comes through the door. He could easily scare you if you hadn't expected him to be so much muscle. He looks at us and grins. I can see the muscle ripple beneath his t-shirt. He slides into a chair next to the fireplace that's not needed and I look back at the man as he speaks. "Uhm, you've come to the right place." He pauses as if searching for the next words. I see a beautiful girl walk past me and sit on the guy's lap. Then, our great aunt Alice walks through the door towing a guy that looks straight ahead as if our presence bothers him, which I know it does. She folds neatly and sits down on the floor pulling him with her. The next person to enter the room doesn't come in all the way. He just leans at the door frame, looking frustrated. "Uhm, so this is our family. This is my wife Esme, our sons Emmett, Jasper, and Edward, and then Alice and Rosalie, My name is Carlisle. And who are you girls?"

"My name is Jazzabelle and this is Annabelle. We're sixteen years old." I nod agreeing to what she said.

"Aren't you a little too young to be traveling on your own?" I shake my head.

"Not really. A lot of people are living on their own at sixteen. That's what we'll soon be doing." I look down realizing that soon we'll have to find a job and all.

"Ahhh. So you must have left home and decided why not go visit a long lost relative in the middle of a school year?" Emmett speaks.

I shake my head once again. "It's not like that." He raises his eyebrows. "Okay, well it's sort of like that. We came to see if what we thought was true and Aunt Alice is still alive. Our school is out on Christmas break still and we just decided to go with it." I shrug. I feel Jazz's nervousness beside me.

"How did you know you'd find me here?" Aunt Alice asks from the floor. "How did you know I'd still be alive?"

I smiled sheepishly. "We actually know a lot about y'all." Esme looks appalled.

"Like what do you know?"

"So you are all vampires. But, you're the good kind. You can live with humans and you only hunt animals." They looked shocked but they let me go on. "I point to Esme. "You jumped off a cliff after the death of your baby. Carlisle changed you." I point to Rosalie. "You were attacked by your fiancée and left to die. He changed you as well." I point to Emmett. "You were being attacked by a bear and Rosalie was brave and took you about 100 miles to Carlisle to save you." I point to Edward. "You were dying of the influenza and your mother's last wish was to save you." And then I pointed to Jasper. "You were in the military and you were cornered. You found Aunt Alice and she led you to the Cullens." I pointed to Aunt Alice. "You're still a mystery. I'm really not sure when you were changed but you were at the asylum."

Everyone in the room looked incredibly shocked and I knew they would. It's inevitable. This is what happened to Jazz and I.

Edward was the first to regain his composure. "How the hell do you know that?" He looked angry. Carlisle looked at him and shook his head.

"Don't think we're some insane freaks but I can write about something that can possibly happen and Jazz draws things. It's weird, I wrote about the house this morning in a story talking about how people needed their own lives to be able to do something and Jazz drew it a couple of weeks ago. That's when we first realized that Aunt Alice was alive. I had written about vampires the week before and Aunt Alice you somehow ended up in the story. Apparently the story was that you died. They never kept great records at the asylum."

Esme holds a hand over her mouth. "Oh my dear. How is this possible? You are not vampires as well. There is no way two average girls can actually draw and write about stuff that will happen. You surely are Alice's nieces." Jazz nods.

"Yeah. That's what our mom told us every time she was mad at us. We hated it." I knew it was the wrong thing to see with Aunt Alice's face clouding over.

"That's what they thought? You were just some freaks like me?" I slowly nod.

"Yeah, mom couldn't believe you really had visions and so when we told her of what we could do she went absolutely crazy. She started yelling about how we weren't crazy and just went off on everyone that was I her path." I replied bitterly.

Carlisle looked up. "So, where is your mom now? Where does she think you girls are?"

I look to the ground. Jazz decides to speak up from the couch. "Well, she didn't like what we could do and soon she just couldn't stand to be arou—"

"SHE COMMITTED SUICIDE?"

"No, let her finish." I respond.

"She couldn't stand to be around us and things got tense between us whenever we were in the room with her and it just got unbearable. She kicked us out."

Esme looks troubled. "How are you girls going to survive?"

"Same way others survive I suppose."

Carlisle thinks for a moment.

"You are welcome to stay here with us. We're supposed to be humans anyway, that's the way people see us…well…how they are supposed to see us. You can be Alice's sisters that were sent to a different family and were finally able to be reconnected." Rosalie and Edward give Carlisle a sharp look.

"This is not the greatest idea Carlisle. Think about what it would do to us. Think about how this would end for us. They are human. It'll be hard for everyone."

"Rosalie, I think it would be awesome to have them here. They would entertain us at least." Emmett tries to reason with his wife. "Plus, it's the only family that Alice really has, think of the happiness it will give her."

She grumbles and doesn't say anything just walks out of the room with Edward following her. Carlisle watches them leave and puts a hand to his forehead. "I'm sorry about them. It's just been difficult, but they will come around."

Esme continues Carlisle's talk. "We will make sure that you get food and everything you need. We would love to have you. Please stay?" I look at the remaining vampires in front of me. Aunt Alice looks up with pleading eyes and Jasper looks, weird. Emmett is grinning from ear to ear and nodding.

I look at Jazz and she starts signing something. It would be worth it. They seem nice, you've never written anything bad about them. I think it's a good idea. We can have a real home and they seem to care about us. Let's do it.

I nod. "We would love to."

Something shatters from the next room. Everyone ignores it.

We stand up. Everyone comes around us and gives us a hug. "Welcome to our family."

Yepp. This is it. (: I hope you liked it, and this is the complete first chapter. Thank you so much for the reviews and favorites and everything. They made my day. I will work on the next chapter and hopefully have it out soon. If you want to see something specific happen in the story, let me know and I'll put it in, hopefully. (: (: