AN: Hey everyone! So this is my new story called Doors and Windows. I'm co-writing it with my sister, 1h2a34. I would also like to thank Rushforlife for coming up with the character.

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing. Melanie is being shaped by me, but was created by Rushforlife and Stephanie Meyer owns anyhting Twilight related.

Chp.1 (A new home)

"Honey, I'm so sorry." Mom said trying to comfort me. I was just told that she couldn't afford me anymore and was shipping my ass off to La Push, Washington to live with Sam. Sam was my half-brother on my dad's side. Well more like my sperm donor's side. I had actually never met Joshua. My mom had an affair. She was married to Garret Bache till the day he died. Unfortunately that day was exactly a month ago and mom had run out of money. I'm not really sure why she chose to send me to Sam's. I mean she could have sent Isla or Trevor instead of me. Or if she really wanted to get rid of me she could have sent me to live with Kyle, Joey or Angelica even though me and Angie aren't on the best of terms. Anyone would have been better than Sam, but I guess he's the only one who could take me in.

You're probably a little confused right now, so I'll explain it all to you. My name is Melanie Angel Bache-Uley. I'm turning fifteen soon. I can't wait till then. I'll be one year closer to driving. I have four half-brothers and two half-sisters. They all belong to Garrett and mom except for Sam.

First is Kyle and he's 28. He can't take me in, because Veronica, his wife, doesn't like me. They also just had a daughter, Jamie, and moved to New York, so I guess money is a little tight. After Kyle is Joey he's 23. Joey got his girlfriend knocked up and she died during childbirth. Luckily the baby, Logan, survived. I'm sure if Logan wasn't here Joey would have gone completely crazy. Mom didn't even bother to ask him. After him is Angie or Angelica. She's 21 and still getting her life together. She's recently engaged and a certified bitch. Needless to say we don't get along. After Angie is Bobby. He's 19, so he's in college. I obviously can't live with him. Now comes us three, the babies of the family. The ones mom can get rid of, so she doesn't go bankrupt. Isla is 17 and she is my best friend. I guess mom isn't shipping her away, because she only has to care for her another year. Then me. I'm turning 15 soon like I said. Not much to say except I'm a firm believer in the fact that women are equal to mean if not better. I also hate sports, but I love the arts. Maybe mom doesn't want me because she likes sports. On to the real baby of the family, Trevor is only ten and in elementary school. He is a momma's boy true and through. I guess we all get why she isn't sending him away. So I guess I get why mom, no Shaylyn, is sending me away to my twenty four year old half-brother I've only met a handful of times. It's because I'm disposable.

"When's my plane leave?" I asked her with a blank face. She doesn't deserve my emotions.

"Tomorrow." She said trying to bring me into a hug. I pulled away from her and ran to my room. On my way out I sent her a glare. One thing about me is that you never forget my glares. I hope for as long as she lives that whenever she thinks of me that she will close her eyes and see my ice blue eyes filled with anger and hurt. I hope she suffers.

After I had packed my things away very loudly and a small temper tantrum I was running through one of the many poor neighborhoods in Meno, South Dakota. I wound my way around the streets getting cold, because of the clouds. It was almost always cloudy it seemed. I climbed over a fence and landed in Joey's backyard. I immediately heard little Logan crying inside and Joey pleading with him to just shut up. I walked inside and took Logan from Joey's arms. Logan stopped crying and fell asleep instantly. I'm a baby miracle worker. I put Logan down in his crib and walked into the kitchen with a smiling tired Joey.

"Thank you." He said grabbing a beer for himself. He threw me my favorite thing in the whole world, a cupcake. Joey may seem all tough and stuff, but he can bake!

"I'm leaving tomorrow." I said wanting to cry. I may be a loud and normally aggressive person, but family was important and mine was leaving me.

"I know. Trevor called awhile ago and told me."

"I don't want to leave. I barely even know Sam!" I said starting to cry. Joey came over to me and brought me into his arms. I'm not a touchy feely type of person, but Joey is different. I let him get away with a lot.

"Mel we've all met him. He isn't that bad. Remember his girlfriend Emily? She makes better cookies than I do." He said trying to calm me down, but he failed.

"I like cupcakes though!" I wailed at him. It's truly a good thing Logan is a deep sleeper, because the neighbors must be able to hear me crying. He rocked me back and forth until I stopped crying. I wiped my eyes and pulled away from him. "Don't tell anyone I cried." I said to him.

"You cried?" he asked me playing along. God, I'm going to miss him.

"I'll see you on the flip side." I said to him. I went into Logan's room and snapped a picture of him. FYI I always have my camera on me. I smiled and climbed out of his bedroom window. I may not like sports, but I hate doors. If I ran the world people would only have windows no doors, because doors are for final goodbyes. And I refuse to let anything be final.

I sat on the crowded plane trying to relax. I hate cramped spaces and I'm in one right down. Also the flight attendant, who I hate, just announced that we would be landing, I mean falling out of the sky, in about a minute. I placed my head in between my knees as the plane, made it's descent to land. I looked up after an eternity when someone touched my shoulder.

"It's time to go sweetie." The flight attendant said in a too cherry voice. I looked around and realized I was the last person on the plane. Very quickly I jumped up and ran off the plane. The lady laughed like a hyena at me. I turned around and flipped her the bird. I ran all the way to baggage claim where Sam would be meeting me. I stood there not even bother to look for my bags. If I remember correctly Sam was pretty strong, so I would let him get them for me.

I looked around for anyone who looked remotely like a giant. My eyes immediately landed on him. I did not remember him that big! He hadn't spotted me yet, so I stood there and studied his face. We had the same light tan, big lips, and heart shaped faces. The only difference is he can pull it off. I took a quick breath and made my way over to him.

"Sam?" I asked as I got near. He looked down at me and smiled brightly. He looked to be at least six foot which made my 5'3 stature look insanely short.

"Hey Melanie. How was your flight?" He asked me. I flipped my long curly black hair over my shoulder.

"It was fine besides the fact everyone treated me like I was four and I was shmushed into a window seat. Oh and maybe the fact I hate flying made the flight less enjoyable." I said with my anger slowly building up. He gave me a look and I smiled. "Sorry. I'm just a little mad at my mom." I said quietly.

"Understandable. Come on let's get your bags and go home. Emily's dying to see you." Sam said in a deep voice. I nodded and we made our way over to baggage claim. I pointed out my four bags. He got three and I got my one rolling suitcase. We got to his beat up old truck quickly. I loved the way the rustiness of the car clashed with the city backdrop. I dropped my bag and rummaged around for my camera. I snapped a few pictures and smiled. "Kim likes photography too." Sam said bringing me out of my world. When I'm behind my camera it's like I'm in a different better place.

"Who's Kim?"

"Jared's girlfriend."

"Who's Jared?"

"Oh! He works for me." He said picking up my last bag and putting it in the car. I nodded and thanked him. We got in the car and made our way to my new house. My new life.

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