Hey all! I'm disgruntled female and I'm new... sort of. I've been reading fanfiction for a few years now, and so I know what annoys readers and what doesn't most of the time, like author's note chapters. Blech! The worst. So I'll try not to do that. I'm not that great at remembering things, so I'll probably not update very fast but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

When the wish to visit my birth father first entered my head, on nothing more than a breeze, I never would have guessed that it would quickly wind up as a typhoon, upsetting every other thought, consequential or not, until it consumed my entire being. Why the need to see him now became so strong, I don't believe I'll ever know, but as the clock ticked the seconds away slowly, it became almost a physical ache, as if my heart and mind weren't with me anymore, but in the small town of Forks, Washington, where I knew my father lived by himself. So I was now on my way to join them.

My mother, sister, and I were standing in silence in a bustling terminal of the Phoenix airport, gazing about us as people passed. There were people sleeping on uncomfortable looking chairs, reading the newspaper, or talking on cell phones. None looked like they were enjoying themselves very much and I began to wonder why they traveled at all.

The people across the hall from us were called to board their plane and I witnessed a few tearful goodbyes. Glancing at my mother, I wondered if tears would be shed by either of us. The smooth, alabaster planes of her face that looked so much like my own at the moment were set in the indifferent, haughty expression I'd grown so used to over the past seven years and I scoffed at my vain hope.

My sister, on the other hand, had been crying all morning. I knew she would miss having the one companion who loved her for her and not what she would be. She sniffed delicately and wiped her eyes. I smiled softly down at her, but it only made her eyes well up with water yet again, and she let out a sob that almost broke my heart.

"Samantha," my mother said, her tone bored, not looking at either of us, "do not blubber so. It is unsophisticated."

I felt anger rise in me at her words. Her lovely, six year old little girl was standing beside her, upset, and all she cared about was that she kept up appearances. As usual, though, I kept silent as Sammy ceased her 'blubbering' as my mother so kindly put it. Nobody dared speak their minds to Renee.

I thought wistfully of the days where she was carefree and flighty; of when her eyes were filled with warmth and not ice; of when she cared about individuals and not of the grand scheme of things.

I was ashamed to be standing at her side. I wanted nothing more at that moment then to pretend she wasn't anything but a stranger to me. But it was impossible not to see the resemblance between us.

All three of us had the same long, brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin; in fact, I'm sure that looking at us, the only differences you would see would be age and height. At the moment, it was a nuisance, but it would only mean fewer questions asked later.

The silence had now grown awkward and the tension grew thick. It was a relief when the intercom above our heads telling my flight to commence boarding.

All instructions from Renee forgotten, Sammy started to cry again. I knelt on the floor in front of her to be able to look her straight in the eyes, ignoring my mother's disapproving glance. "Hey," I cooed softly, "I'll see you in no time. You'll see. These two years will just fly by."

My words didn't seem to help. "I don't understand why I can't come with you," she whimpered, her normally cheerful voice small.

My eyes flicked to Renee standing a few feet away, but she was staring determinedly in the other direction. "Hun, it's just best that you stay home for now, okay?"

"It's mother, isn't it," she whispered so that only I could hear. Hesitating, I nodded my head almost imperceptibly. Hatred overpowered her small figure and my eyes widened. A creature so sweet and innocent should not be so angry.

"But it's not just that," I added hastily, trying to erase the fault I'd just made. "I don't know if my father's house would be big enough for both of us. For all I know, I might have to sleep on the couch. And you know that it isn't wise for you to be too far away from protection."

"Oh, don't use that argument with me," she snapped. "It is just as dangerous for you to be by yourself as it is me. In fact, I would be safer with you than with anyone else." She crossed her arms over her chest, daring me to tell her otherwise.

I sighed, knowing she was right. There was nothing I could do, though. So, like the coward I was, I ran away from the problem. "I have to go," I said heavily. I hugged and kissed Sammy goodbye, hurt when she didn't return my affections.

Straightening myself out, I turned to Renee and bowed my head, my right hand clenched in a fist over my heart. Our cold expressions were mirrors of each others' as she inclined her head in acceptance. I sighed as I walked over to the lady taking tickets.

"Wait!" I pivoted as I heard Sammy's distressed cry. She launched herself into my arms and wrapped her own around my neck. I squeezed her tight and she whispered in my ear, "Promise me that we'll see each other soon."

Not being able to deny her anything, I whispered back, "I promise." She kissed my cheek and I placed her back on the ground, hoping that I would keep my promise.

Looking into the dark hall that would lead me into unknown places and to my father, I took a deep breath and steeled myself. I knew that change was in the air and my world would be flipped upside down as soon as I started walking.

I couldn't wait.

A/N: So what did you think? I thought a thousand words was decent for my first ever chapter. Let me know if this sucks or if you think I should continue. Next chapter will be basically the same as this one, no real action and no Cullens, but they will most likely be mentioned. I'm not certain yet, but I think so.

Love, disgruntled female