The truth about Folks

Don't own twilight or Stephenie Meyer...

I don't know if this is a good story or not, but i decided to play this like a hundred years in the future after the twilight saga dead down. No one has the books any more, and Becca has the last of the copies, for that fact that she is her great granddaughter.

Prologue

People always think life is like a book, but in reality the book becomes us. We talked about our favorite books with friends and family like that book was second nature. The book becomes us, and we are sucked into the world of unknown.

But when the favorite books come into real life, you fear then unknown that something is going to change you. Your suck into the book that was take off the best sellers list in the past that your great grandmother wrote in her time on this planet. The book is filled with the sorrows, but what happens when the book was a lie, and the main character that you loved to read about was gone before their change, or died in middle of the fourth book.

The author had the story wrong, and the book was not telling the complete story. The person that wrote the story didn't want the character to died, so they can have a happy ending to their book. This is a story about me, Rebecca Ann Meyer, and I was a Twilight fan from the beginning went my father handed me an copy of my great grandmother's book series. I didn't know that vampires and werewolves exist inside my small town of Forks.

I was excided that my little green town of Forks was part of this whole Twilight setting. Bella, when she moves to this small town of Forks.

I was born in this small town, sixteen years ago. I am a long blonde hair, blue eyes beauty in the eyes of the men here in the small town. I didn't look like my father side of the family with the brown hair and eyes. And the story of the girl that lived in my small house was a rumor of haunting when my father brought the house back in sixteen years ago.

I love the rainy town, and I was a lifer here. My world has my best friend Annie Frank, and Jenny Grant. There were others in my circle three boys that were best friends to my circle of friends. There were also the guys of the group Billy Nelson, Andy Michaels, and Rich Johnston. Every one here knew the stories of Stephanie Meyers, and use to love reading then.

In the years of tourist that would come to this small town. They were hoping for a look inside the twilight world. People stopped coming and our small town was not on the tourist map any more. The books died down, in years and things here become on a small town that my father was raise in, and my mother was killed here.

But I still have my mothers old twilight books and I read them every minute of the day. My books were the last of the copies that was in the world. If I put my books on eBay I was have a lot of money to life off for the rest of my life.

I was in my back yard when the weirdness started. The sun was hidden behind the dark clouds, and the wind started to pick up. I was so lost inside my world of twilight I didn't here her walking up to me with a smile of her face.

The face of an angel was a sixteen years ago girl standing at the edge of the green trees, looking at me with her chocolate brown eyes. Her heart shape face was something I remember reading in one of my books I had up in my room on a book self. The long bronze locks hung down to her waist, and she slowly making her way over to me.

I looked up from my book looking as the girl casually walked over where I was sitting under my cherry blooms tree, that my father planted the day I was born. She had on very tight fitting blue jeans, and a short sleeve tee shirt that was pink, matching her pink lips. She was the most beautiful girl that I laid my eyes on.

"Hello," Her voice rang like a musical melody in a choir. Her smile faded as she looked down to the book in my hand. I wasn't reading twilight at the moment. The book in my hand was another vampire love story that just came out a few days ago. I fell in love with the book, and plot.

"Hello," I answered, back shyly. I was a shy girl; I didn't talk to people out side of my circle of friends. But, I put my bookmark inside my pages so I couldn't lose my spot. I looked up to the girl that was about my age with a warm smile. I didn't know what to say to her as she sat down next to me.

"I'm Renesmee Cullen, but people call me Nessie." The girl said. I blank out, into the land of my books. I remember the last book, breaking dawn. Bella named her little girl, Renesmee. I wonder if someone was out there still reading the books. But then her last name hit me hard, I started to breathe heavy, almost like a panic attack. I didn't know what to say to this girl. All I could picture was a little girl, which was named Renesmee Cullen in my beloved book. "Are you okay?" She asked. Her voice sounded a little worry for my health.

"Sorry, I just had a memory of a book I read." I added with a worry smile. I looked around in my back yard, and saw no one else was around. She was wanting for me to introduce myself to her. "I'm Rebecca Meyer, but my friends called me Becca." I told the girl. Renesmee smiled friendly to me, and I returned the warm smiled. "Are you new around here?" I asked. I notice she was looking at me house in a frowned. I wonder want she was thinking. I wish I had the mind reading skills of Edward at times like these. I wanted to know her, to begun a friendship. A new friend was always welcome to me, still knowing that I'm shy around strangers.

"Yes, I'll be starting school tomorrow. I'm a sophomore at Forks High School with my brothers and sisters." She answered. She was going to be in my class, too.

"I'm in my second year of high school as well." I smiled at my new friend. I wonder who her siblings were. I was surprise that she didn't realize my last name. And ask me questions about Stephanie Meyer. Everyone that read the book series ask if I was related to the author. I would have to say that I was a grand daughter to the author. My father was her great grand son, and that's how I was related to the author.

Renesmee was quietly staring at the tree edge, like so was talking to someone in her mind. I realize the shallow that was hidden inside the forest walls. The shape of a boy standing that was standing in the middle of the wall staring at me with hate in his eyes. The hate of others that would have came from the inside, without knowing that person first. I was a little upset of the boy's expression on his face. My eye sight was better then a normal person, I could see inside someone soul, to see their hurt and pain. The boy was detailing with a lot of pain from the house I live in.

People are always nerve around me, after my images in my mind. I would tell stories about the supernatural worlds of vampires, and werewolves. The Meyer's family was known of witch craft in the days of Salem and the witch trails. I guess we were you would call witches, but I don't have powers, and my family is normal like you. "Becca," Nessie asked me breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah," I said a little shaky voice. I didn't want to know anything that my grandmother knew about the world of unknown. I felt like I was trapped inside one of her books. I wanted out before Nessie told me about her being a half human and vampire. I didn't want to believe my books were being true. Until the boy came out of the shallows, as he slowly walked to us. His messy bronze hair and golden topaz eyes holding my own eyes.

I felt my clear blue eyes, widen with the shock of this boy looking like the descriptions inside the book that my relative told the world. "This is my brother Edward," Nessie told me.

"Like Edward in my books, I don't understand any of this." I said mainly to myself. I didn't realize the look in his face, and the hardness of his eyes. He took everything in, and the house was something important to him. I looked to Nessie, "You also have the same name as a character in my book as well." This was impossible your books just don't jump out of the pages. Then I black out into the sea of darkness, worrying about how I was living the dream of a fan. But I wasn't sure if the names were something someone named their kids. I mean twilight was a best selling book years ago, and someone would have named them after the beloved characters right.

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