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A/N: This may or may not be the title of the story, it hasn't been decided yet! This story is written as a collaboration by both Xo BellaItalia oX and casey21791. If you have any questions or comments, post them in my reviews and I will answer them in my next Author's Note at the bottom of the chapter! We hope that you enjoy the story and look forward to reading your reviews. - Bella'Xo

Chapter 3
(Emma's POV)

I passed through the last leg of Port Angeles and then continued to drive through the last hour of my trip down to the little town of Forks. I couldn't get over how different this place was from the sunny city of Los Angeles compared to the constant rainy weather I've encountered since I arrived in Seattle.

It was beautiful, of course; I couldn't deny that. Everything was green: the trees, their trunks covered with moss, their branches hanging with a canopy of it, the ground covered with ferns. Even the air filtered down greenly through the leaves.

It felt like an alien planet.

Finally, I drove down 8th Avenue, past J Street and finally turned to make a left onto K Street and began to check the numbers on the mailboxes until I found house number 775 on the left. (A/N: Yes, these directions are accurate to the real Swan home in Forks, Washington. In my opinion, the house looks a lot different than what was shown in the movie and the front lawn is now really over-grown compared to what the movie showed.)

The house was small and looked to be about two bedrooms on the second floor. It was white with a light grayish blue trim and dark shingles that decorated the roof. A small front porch that only stretched across half of the front of the house sat in front of a deep, dark red door. There was a large spruce tree off to the left of the house, next to the room that had a purple-ish colored pair of curtains.

I could also see a separate garage off towards the back of the house at the end of the driveway that housed a large truck. I didn't know if it belonged to Charlie or his daughter or if she was even staying with him and not her Mom, Renee. It was a faded red color, with big, rounded fenders and a bulbous cab. It was one of those solid iron affairs that never gets damaged – the kind you see at the scene of an accident, paint unscratched, surrounded by the pieces of the foreign car it had destroyed.

After taking everything it, I finally psyched myself out enough to get out of the car, closing the driver's side door behind me and make my way past the cherry blossom tree and the squared off bushes and up the three grayish blue steps to the dark red door and knocked before I could talk myself out of it. I had to keep my feet planted under me in order to keep myself from running as I heart someone coming to answer the door.

"Um, hi… can I help you?" A girl who looked to be about my age answered the door. I figured that she was Charlie's other daughter and my half-sister, Isabella. She had the same ivory skin that I had, but with chocolate brown eyes instead of the mix-matched eyes that I did. She was slender, soft somehow, but obviously not an athlete. Her brown hair was a little on the darker side, though it was a little bit of a different shade than mine, almost a reddish color to my purple.

"Uhh, yeah," I stuttered, shifting slightly as I nervously spoke. "Does Charlie Swan live here?" I managed to get out.

Her brows scrunched together as she studied me. "Who are you?" She asked.

"M-my name is Emma Halliwell." I told her as an idea struck me and I dropped my back pack and squatted down next to it, riffling through one of the larger pockets where the folder with all of my important paperwork was stored. I pulled out the letter that the lawyer gave me from my mother and unfolded it as I spoke. "My mom just died recently and she left me this note." I explained as I handed her the letter.

She took the letter from my outstretched hand and began to carefully read it over. I knew when she had gotten to the part where she wrote about who my father was, because her eyes had gotten wide and she sucked in a deep breath. When she finally finished, she looked up at me with more of a scrutinizing look before she stepped aside and gestured for me to come in.

"Charlie's down at the station right now, but if you'd like to come in, he should be here within the hour?" She informed me in a manner that definitely suggested that she was completely stunned and did not know how to react to what she had just uncovered.

I nodded once, picking up my bag before entering the house.

Inside, it had a very homey feel to it and it wasn't a feeling that I had ever experienced from the many foster homes that I had lived in. The floors were made out of hard wood for the most part, except for the kitchen, which was covered in white colored linoleum and white cabinets.

A navy couch was the centerpiece to the living room with a large flat screen television against the wall. There was also a forest green lazy-boy chair that was arranged next to the couch that was obviously worn and I could picture a dark brown haired, middle aged man reclining in the seat with a beer as he watched the sports channel. Maybe he would even have some friends over to watch the big game as they ordered pizza with half eaten boxes displayed on top of the wooden coffee table.

Finally, against the far wall, there was a fireplace made out of dark bricks and was raised slightly about a foot above the ground. There was a dark wooden mantle that matched the hard wood floor and was loaded with pictures.

I couldn't help myself as I approached the fireplace and reached up to pick up a picture that I couldn't help but to gasp at. There, standing next to a reddish brown haired woman with curly hair just had to be my dad, Charles Joseph Swan.

It was a wedding picture of him and who I assumed was Renee, Charlie's ex-wife and Isabella's mother. It was obviously taken in Las Vegas, what with the Elvis impersonator in the background as they exchanged their vows. There was also a picture of the two of them and a baby picture of Isabella at the hospital, no doubt the day that Isabella was born and taken by a helpful nurse. That picture was followed by a procession of her school pictures up to what appeared to be the most recent. I had to admit that I was envious that Bella got to experience her life with both of her parents, one of which was my dad. I just hoped that I got the opportunity to make new memories with him, even though I missed the chance to do so with my mom.

Speaking of which… there was also a picture of what looked like my dad in High School at the prom with a different woman than the one in the other pictures. She had the same dark hair that both Charlie and I had as well as a pair of green eyes and almost identical features to my own.

My mom…

She just had to be. The resemblance between us was uncanny, except for our eyes; my brown and green mix matched ones and her identical green ones.

I reached forward and ran my fingertips across the picture wistfully.

These are my parents…

It all felt so surreal. It was then that my sister - It felt just as surreal to say that as well - stepped forward and looked over at the same picture that I was looking at before looking up at me.

"Is that your mom?" She asked.

I nodded. "Yes, it's the first time I've ever seen here. I've spent my entire life in foster care. I just turned eighteen a couple days ago and was thrown out of the system."

"How did you know to come here?" She wondered. "Why now, if you don't mind me asking? I'm just curious. I mean… you're my sister. I have so many questions."

I looked over at her and offered a small smile. "When my mom died, I was given an inheritance along with that letter." I told her gesturing to the folded piece of paper in her hands. "How long have you lived here?"

"I actually just moved here a few weeks ago." She told me. "I'm a junior in high school and my mom just got remarried to this guy name Phil. So, I moved from Phoenix to here so that she won't have to worry about me and will be able to spend time with her new husband. He's a baseball player, so he's on the road a lot. It wouldn't be fair to her to have to stay home because of me."

"That was very nice of you." I complimented her. "I'm in my senior year of high school, but I don't really have a school to go to or a place to live right now since I had to move out of my last foster home. I've been jumping around from hotel to hotel the entire way here. Meeting Charlie is what I wanted to do the most, so, I was hoping that I could build some sort of relationship with him. Even if I can't live with him, I have enough money to get my own apartment, if need be. Honestly, I don't really have a plan." I shrugged and smiled sheepishly.

It was then that the front door opened and the man that I recognized from the pictures as my father walked in through the front door wearing a police officer's uniform and belt that held many gadgets, including his gun.

"Bells?" He called out. "Who's car is that parked out front?" He asked until he noticed that she was in the living room and that I was sitting next to her.

He looked almost as if he had seen a ghost as his eyes grew wide while he looked at me in complete shock.

"Mary?"

A/N: So, what did everyone think? She met Bella and Charlie just entered the house. In case you don't remember, Mary is Emma's mom's name, so when he called her Mary, he was calling her her mother's name. The last time that he saw her was when she was Emma's age and as I wrote, they have a very similar resemblance. What do you think will happen next? Review!

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