Hello people! This is my first time submitting something on this website so please cut me some slack if the formatting is weird or if the story itself isn't up to par or whatever. This fanfic takes place about right after Eclipse and Jacob has come back from running away. (I think he went to Canada) This first chapter doesn't have any wolves in it and for that I'm sorry but they come in soon. I thank you and now on with the reading of stories. Oh, and I don't own any Twilight stuff. The only things I do claim are the story line and characters.

The plane rumbled as it landed and I cringed at the sound. I hated flying. I liked my feet firmly planted on the ground, thank you very much. I blamed it on my mother and the "special traits" she had handed down to me. Don't get me wrong, I loved the craft and being a witch and all, but it scared people, and when certain people get scared, others get hurt. I blinked, not even noticing the tears that had gathered in my eyes. It still hurt to think about my parents. They had been killed in an "accidental" car crash a month ago and I doubted I would ever get over it. The worst part was that it was my fault. My mother's powers had been passed down to me and had only surfaced when I had turned seventeen. I had no idea what was happening and that resulted in a mini forest fire and everyone in our town finding out about us. My parents had always kept my mother's witchyness a secret but people still talked. There had always been a rumor about us and my little accident provided them with all the proof they needed. The people were scared, and a few more so then the others. It was one of those that crashed into us while my parents were driving. My dad died on impact, my mother's magic sustaining her for a bit before she finally ran out of energy too. What was most unfair was the fact that the other driver got out with a few scratches and a black eye. He was the one trying to commit murder, so why didn't he die? I sighed, shaking my head to clear my thoughts. I was going to start over here, in Washington. My Aunt in law twice removed or something had said she would take me in. I had never met her and didn't know what to expect. The first I had heard of her was from the social worker after… no, happy thoughts today.

I got off the plain and stood by the luggage belt, looking for my giant dark green suitcases. Grabbing it off the belt, I followed the flow of people out to the main entrance hall. I shivered, pulling my old black leather jacket closer around me. I knew it had been cold in France but here it was freezing. I looked out the window and saw the rain coming down in sheets. This would be fun, I thought with a grimace.

"Celestine," I heard someone shout over the people. I looked toward the source of the noise and saw a woman, about forty and wrapped in shawls, pushing her way through the crowd. There weren't that many people to begin with so it didn't take her long at all.

"Hello Celestine. I don't suppose you remember me now, do you," she said.

I just shook my head, not really knowing what to say.

"Well that is to be expected. I only saw you when you were a few months old. You've grown so much since then." She took my shoulders in her hands, looking me over like she expected me to grown and inch or something like that. "My name is Margret, but by all means, call me Aunt Margi."

"You can call me Star," I said quietly.

"Well that is a beautiful name," she said, grabbing my suitcase. I blushed, not really knowing what to say. My mother had named me that after the stars. She had always taught me, that if we gathered star dust, our wishes would come true. She would always chase me around, laughing and tickling, until she picked me up and said 'I caught you and now I get a wish.' She'd close her eyes and pretend to think of a wish and then I'd bop her on the head and grant her wish. I missed her.

I was shaken out of my thoughts by Aunt Margi's steady stream of talking.

"We're going to have to hurry out to the car or the rain will soak us straight through. It probably will anyway. It always rains so much here. Occasionally we get a bit of sun but most days it's just rain and clouds. The scenery is nice if you like forests and green but I wish it could be at least a bit warmer."

She had talked us all the way to the car. It was a silver Grand Cherokee Jeep and looked like it had seen better days. We threw my bags in the trunk and climbed in.

"Um, Aunt Margi," I asked, "where exactly do you live?"

She looked at me, then back at the road.

"Oh, I suppose I should tell you that then. There is a small town called Forks just up ahead. I actually live on the Indian reservation of La Push. It's better for my work and all."

"You're a nature photographer right," I asked.

"That's right dear." That explained why she lived on the edge of the world. She didn't have any children either so I would basically be on my own.

We finally made our way up a dirt driveway to her house. It wasn't as bad as I had thought it would be. It was brick and wood two story building. The shutters were a dark brown and it had a wraparound porch, complete with a swing. I got out of the car, somewhat hesitant.

"Well you just go on in and make yourself at home. Your room is the first door on the left upstairs."

I nodded and shouldered my back pack while Aunt Margi grabbed my suitcases. Walking into the house, it really was nice. Wooden floors and soft faded wallpaper; the kitchen and living room looked like it was something out of a pottery barn magazine. I climbed the stairs, walking into the room that was supposed to be mine. Light green wallpaper and oak furniture surrounded me. There were various frames of forest scenery and animals that I guessed Aunt Margi had taken. The room across from mine was the bathroom. I heard Aunt Margi downstairs and went to help her with my stuff.

"Oh thank you Star. The rest of your things should come in the mail sometime in the next week or so."

I nodded, carrying my bags up to my room them running back down.

"Aunt Margi, I was wondering if maybe since you're always working on your photos, if I would be allowed to do some gardening in the backyard or around the house. But only if that's ok with you because it's your house and you really didn't need to take me in and," I was starting to ramble before Aunt Margi raised her hand to stop me.

"Star, you can do what you want here. You are going to live here after all. Just a few ground rules."

I nodded my head quickly, happy to do whatever as long as I could plant my flowers.

"I don't want any drinking or drug use or anything of that sort under my roof. I don't want you destroying anything. Planting and gardening are ok but not full out landscaping, and if you go out I want you home by midnight," she counted the things off on her fingers.

"I can do that," I said, and I could. I didn't drink or anything and I didn't plan on trying any time soon. I could control myself with my planting and as for the curfew; I didn't have any friends here so I doubted that I would be going to any parties. "Thank you Aunt Margi."

"I just want you to be as comfortable here as possible Star," she said with that pitying look that I still wasn't used to getting. She reached out and patted my shoulder before looking at the clock.

"Oh dear, I was supposed to be out fifteen minutes ago. I'm sorry to leave you so soon after you got here Star but I really do need to go. If you need anything, the Clearwater's house is just down the path. Sue will be glad to help you." She gave me a quick hug before running back out the door.

I sighed and looked around. Today was Friday and I wasn't going to school until Monday. Going upstairs, I started unpacking the stuff I had brought. It didn't take me long before I was finished, and Aunt Margi said the rest of my things were going to be coming sometime that week.

Grabbing my back pack, I went downstairs and out the back door that was in the kitchen. The back yard was really just a big square of grass surrounded by a white picket fence. I smiled and it was the first smile I had had in months. This yard looked like a big white canvas to me, just waiting to be filled with color. I plopped my back pack down and unzipped it. Our poured tons of seed packets, jars of different things I had mixed, and the last of my mother's mixes too. If this is what I was going to do for the next two days, I might as well get started.

So this is my first chapter, hope ya'll like it. :) So the next chapter is gonna have the wolves in it but I kinda wanted this to be sort of an intro chapter. Plz review if you can and I take criticism seriously so if you have any comments/suggestions feel free to tell me.