A/U All Cullen's/ Hales are already in the picture. Jasper's mom was pregnant when Jasper disappeared. This is the story of Jasmine Lisa Whitlock. Jasper's little sister. Will her gifts lead her towards the same life as her brother, or will they be able to save her? Will she fall for the new Cullen boy, Mathew?

Preface

Have you ever read a story where every thing is happy and cheerful? You know, a story that has the birds singing, bunnies hopping and chipper little children skipping through the woods humming a merry little tune? Well guess what! That is NOT the kind of story you are reading. You are about to read my story. A story about crazy werewolves, well dressed vampires and one too smart human (me).

Chapter One: Last Day of March Break

March Break! It's the one time of year when you're out of school and totally free. It's the one time of year, away from school, without a holiday. By holiday, I mean not at any point do you have to sit in a living and sing off-tune holiday songs, followed by long boring midnight masses. March Break, a week that allows you to sleep in and not worry about chores and responsibility. But now, it is the last day of March Break. It is the last day of freedom. Before we go back to school like caged rats. While our parents sit home making out in front of old television reruns. This time was going to be worse, because we were starting a new school, in a new state. We had just moved from big town Huston, Texas to little microscopic Forks, Washington.

"Jasmine, what are you doing?" my mother asked, her voice swelling with anticipation for tomorrow. I was sitting on the roof, dreading tomorrow. "Well mama, I am sitting on the roof" I said sarcastically. "What are you doing mama?" I asked quietly, almost dreading the answer. "Just wondering why my sixteen-year-old daughter insists upon trying my nerves by doing stupid things like climbing onto the roof" she said with a frustrated expression. I stood up and jumped onto the tree that leads to the roof. I climbed down a few feet until I got low enough that I could safely jump from the tree. I could see her face visibly paling as I jumped off a branch and landed right in front of her. "Go tell your cousins dinners ready" she said shakily. Even she has seen me jump from that branch hundreds of times, it still manages to freak her out, each and every time.

My cousins are Doug and Clair. They are our cousins from my father's side. They live with us because their dad is in drug rehab and their mother disappeared to Minnesota shortly after Clair was born. Clair is sixteen, like me and my best friend. Doug is seventeen. He insists people call him a man all the time. Believe me, he is no man. He is scared of his own shadow, except when it comes to football. They had been living with us since Clair and I were four. Clair and Doug even started calling my mother Mama.

Doug and Clair were in the backyard. Clair was lying in the grass, bopping her head to her I-pod shuffle. Doug was in the shed, working on yet another baseball bat. I poked Clair's shoulder until she popped out her headphones. "Mama says dinners ready" I said loudly so Doug would hear. At the mention of food, he flew out of the shed, grabbed both me and Clair by the wrists and took of running towards the house. Clair's light brown hair had pieces of grass sticking out of it from lying in the grass. Doug's curly light brown hair was full of saw dust. On the way back to the house, Doug bragged about his latest project. "This one is made from the finest Oak they had. It is going to be very strong and durable" he said, totally oblivious to the fact that either me or Clair were listening to a single word he had to say.

Once we arrived at the house we were greeted by the smell of Mama's homemade, deep crusted pizza. My stomach let out an anxious grumble as the three of us raced upstairs to wash our hands for dinner. Once we had eaten, Clair and I went up to our room. "Do you think the others will like us?" Clair asked nervously. I grinned at her while pulling my blonde hair into a ponytail. "They have no reason not to. We are new, it will take some time to get used to use. But we will be fine, just remember. YOUR NOT DOUG!" I shouted the last part out the door for Doug to hear. He barged into our room, stuck out his tongue and left. "See what I mean" I whispered to Clair who was giggling loudly. "Do you miss Jamie?" she asked curiously. Jamie Lovett was my boyfriend in Texas. He was seventeen and total gentlemen, unlike most of the boys from my school. It was such a refreshing change to see a guy who didn't take pride in being a 'player'. I would miss him, but long distance relationships never work. I remember when I asked Mama if he could move with us.

"Mama, I don't want to leave Jamie!" I exclaimed for the hundredth time. Mama laughed and said, "What are you going to do about that, your father got transferred. We need to move.

"Mama, can Jamie come with us?" I asked hopefully. Mama laughed at my question. "Let's see, have my sixteen-year-old daughter's seventeen-year-old boyfriend move across the country with us, so they can shack up. I don't think so!" she screamed. Seriously, me and Jamie were not "shacking up". We both agreed we were too young to be have sex. When I expressed this to Mama, she just laughed again and said, "He is a hormonal teenage boy, he's just saying that. I know every trick in the book. You father used the same line. The answer is NO! Your boyfriend is not coming to Forks". I opened my mouth to say something but Mama cut me off. "And you are not moving in with him!!"

I knew it was for the best when I broke up with him. I didn't want him to be tied down to a girl in another state, when there would be many other girls around him. It would hurt to know he was with someone else, but it's what was right.

What made this entire mess seem easier was that me and Clair hair soccer tryouts to look forward to. Both Clair and I were amazing soccer players. Clair was the best goalie South High School. I played amazing at all positions. That's the way this family worked. Doug had his football and we girls had our soccer. Mama and Papa were faithful attendants to all of our games.

We talked until we fell into difficult sleeps. The rain was beating loudly at the roof, making it near impossible to sleep. Great I though sarcastically to myself, I really wanted to go to a new school after a bad night's sleep.