Hey guys. Just a story I thought of while watching twilight. The prologue is just a little bit about her. Sorry if its a bit uneventful. It'll pick up next chapter, which leads into Bella moving to Forks. Review if you'd like. I appreciate suggestions. (: this chapter is mostly in past tense as if she's telling a story because I didn't think to change it until I was writing the first chapter.i might go back but I'm not sure yet. Thanks for reading.

I'm sure you've all heard of my sister, Isabella Swan, right?

Yeah, I thought so.

But me, you might not of heard of. Bella Swan is my older sister. Well, half-sister technically. Charlie Swan is my father. And the stories don't mention it but I'm the reason her mother left our father. But then again the stories don't usually mention me at all.

My name is Gabriella Rose Swan but most just call me "Gabz". Yeah, Gabriella's too long and too pretty for me. Rose doesn't quite fit either. Although Jacob argues that the whole "thorns" thing fits. But I chose to stick with Gabz anyways. Simple and short, like me. I seem to have been unlucky in the height department, and the general genes department. Contrary to what my father describes me as, "best of both worlds", I think I got the worst traits from my Caucasian and Native American backgrounds.

Bella and I's resemblance is said to be obvious from the first glance. I'll admit we have the same eyes, same eyebrows, forehead, and oddly enough, ears. But if you look closer, my hairs a few shades darker. My nose is flatter and round. My lips are fuller, but when I smile that "killer smile" of mine, we have the same rabbit teeth. My cheeks are rounder and fuller, and my cheekbones are wider as well.

My skin's not as pale, but I think it's because Bella doesn't get out much. And I do. Yet my skin still isn't that beautiful russet color like my mother's.

Onto the height department, I'm not as tall or slim as Bella either. Standing at 5 feet and 1 ½ inches, I'm probably the shortest person in the La Push/Fork area.

I try to stay positive though, there's gotta be one person whose shorter around here right? I'll let you know when I find him/her. Or them, there could be many of they, hiding in between the giant citizens of La Push and Forks, just like me, thinking they're all alone in this big world. Maybe someday I'll save them and you'll hear all about my story just like Bella's.

For now, I'll just tell you about my life so far and how I've been here even before Bella's story began in Forks.

Continuing, it's not easy for us small folk to slim down you know. But fortunately, I've got an athletic build with lean muscular arms, hips to wide for my height, and thick legs. You could say I'm the sporty type.

Eh, you can't have everything. I'm proud to say though I'm pretty outgoing, the loud obnoxious little girl that annoys everyone in Forks AND La Push reservation but they still love anyways. Besides that, I've got my friends, a loving father, a sweet big sister, and the love of my life. What more could a girl ask for?

My story begins here in La Push where I was born to Ojinjintka (Try saying that ten times fast. Haha.) Ateara, the unmarried younger sister of Quil's father. My mother died giving birth to me so my father decided to take me in. Although Bella's mom had accepted the affair since it was over before I was born, she wasn't able to stand seeing me which was an everyday reminder of what happened. She doesn't like to blame me but everyone knows the truth. When she left and took Bella, leaving my father heartbroken, he and I stayed in Forks but visited the Tribe whenever possible. They took me in and all treated me like their own daughter. Most felt bad for me, a child without a mother figure around, but some even did it out of love for me and my deceased mother. Either way, I felt the tender loving care a child needs and then some.

Jacob has always been my best friend, seeing as our fathers were good friends. We're the same age and grew up together since the diaper days. There were others too but Jacob was always the sweetest to me, he didn't make fun of me when I played girly games by myself. When no one was watching, he sometimes joined in while I played house or had tea parties, pretending to be a princess. Luckily, he was a sneaky boy and never got caught doing so. As we got older, I tried to do things he was into as well, which was pretty much just sports and motorcycles. I wasn't good but hey I tried.

When we started school, I had begged my father to let me go in La Push with Jacob and he let me. When I reached high school, he drew the line. Gas prices were going up and he couldn't drop me off everyday all the way in La Push. I wasn't a little girl anymore so I couldn't throw a tantrum so I calmly accepted it. I cried to my pillow many nights though.

Eventually I did make friends at Forks though by joining the dance team. I can't say I'm a good dancer, I struggled in ballet and jazz, and I didn't have the right body for it but I was definitely the most skilled when it came to the tribal dances we did sometimes. I enjoyed latin ballroom and hiphop as well. Hiphop, actually, I was also good at which is how I met my two best friends, Nicki and Kamryn. I was the lightest skinned of our group, Nikki being half african-american and Cameron being full. Both were even more outgoing than myself, which of course meant trouble because I've never been the shy type. We were pretty wild even in Freshman year. We always knew where the parties were at in Forks, not that there were many. We even went to Port Angeles sometimes, which was even more trouble.

Boys became a problem for my father during this time. Forks wasn't a big town so it always got around who the Chief of Police's daughter was into at the time. And this is where my story begins.

"Gabriella Rose, get home now!" my dad yelled into the phone. I cringed a little, this couldn't be good. The rest of the dancers in the room were quiet. Nikki and Cameron looked at me knowingly and nodded, signaling that I should go. I got my things together and put a jacket on. I didn't bother to change since I wasn't sweaty yet, we had just began stretching before my dad had called. I sighed and waved a small goodbye before walking to my pick-up. I drove like a wild man to the house, not wanting my dad to get any more angry.

When I walked through the door, he was waiting at the kitchen table, rubbing his temples. He seemed to have calmed himself down a bit. Too nervous to speak, I cleared my throat.

"Sit down." He said without looking up. That could not be good. He'd found out about Chris, my current boy toy. Boy toy because he's not my boyfriend but we've been doing stuff together. Not the dirty stuff you might be thinking, just a date and hanging out at school. He was currently in his senior year at Forks High School.

" Gabe." Only old people called me that, "Who is this boy I'm hearing about?". His voice was calm. Tooooo calm.

"Chris? He's just a friend dad." I tried to play it cool, not knowing what he might have heard.

"That's not what I've heard." Damn this small town and its gossip. "I hear he's not a good influence either. Better tell him to watch himself, he might get caught."

"Seriously dad? That's embarrassing. Every guy I talk to gets caught for whatever illegal things they happen to be doing." Okay, a little exaggerated. Every guy who showed interest in me or I paid attention to pretty much.

"Maybe you should stay away from guys who do illegal things." He shrugged.

"Dad, jaywalking is not a bad influence."

"It's still a crime punishable by law, Gabe. And this Chris guy, I've heard does much worse things honey." He said seriously. I'd heard similar rumors but I hadn't seen Chris dealing drugs. But then again I didn't go to Port Angeles often and he was there every weekend as a DJ.

"Those are just rumors dad. Besides, we've only gone out once. I came home on time. We just saw a movie. If I sense anything odd, I'll end it." Especially if you arrest him because of it, I thought. I didn't dare say it aloud. He was just being my dad and I can't stand to see him get hurt.

My dad seemed satisfied with my answers and simply nodded. I could tell he was thinking up ways to catch Chris in the act but I left it alone. I kissed him on the forehead and got to making dinner. What would my dad do without me, I thought. He didn't know how to cook or clean so it was always me who did everything. He washed clothes though. I had to teach him how to use the washing machine and it took him a few times, but currently he was able to get it down and it always smelled really good.

Who'd of guessed.

After dinner, I did my usual routine of showering and homework then finally got to sleep. My dad washed the dishes, another one of his newly discovered abilities. I felt myself smiling at the thought as I fell asleep.

The alarm went of at 5:00am. As long as I slept early, I was an early bird. I got up to wake up dad then get outside to feed my dog. Koda is an over-sized bi-color german shepherd dog. At two years old, he was done growing and well over the average height for his breed. His big paws, black fur, and round face made him look like a small bear. My dad got him for as a present for my birthday and being the animal-lover I am, I couldn't have gotten a better gift. My dad said I seemed to have a way with dogs but I always said it was because they knew I was a sucker for dogs.

When I had his food ready, he wasn't on the porch waiting for me like he usually did so of course I had a mini heart attack before spotting him at the edge of the property, barking at a very large black wolf.

"Koda!" I screamed. He looked at me then started bounding towards me. Luckily the wolf didn't seem hungry and didn't chase after my baby boy who pounced on me, licking my face happily before moving onto his food.

After taking Koda for a walk, I got ready for school, leaving the house a little late. I have a reputation for tardiness at school and it didn't look like it'd be changing very soon, much to my dad's disappointment.

It was a rather boring day at school, I stayed with my two best friends during classes as usual. Despite their party-hard attitudes, both girls excelled in school. Nikki wanted to get away from Forks and go to college and have the life her parents couldn't give her because of financial problems. While Cameron was set on getting a dance scholarship in some big school. As for me, I didn't really know what I wanted to do after high school. Maybe a college somewhere in Washington, I couldn't imagine going too far away. My dad needed me.

During lunch we sat with Chris and his friends, since Nikki's boy toy was part of his group and Cameron had her eye on another. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her doing her magic and predicted she'd have him before the weekend, which would be perfect because we had plans to get in a club at Port Angeles.

You know that feeling you get when you know you're about to have a fever. You just feel kinda bleeeeh That how I felt by the time I got out of school so I decided to go home. What a good girl. When I got there I noticed I had a text from Jacob.

'Hey munchkin. Where have you been? =P'

What a jerk. He knew I hated when people referred to my vertical disabilities. Still I felt a smile forcing its way onto my face. Damn that smile to hell.

'I'm sorry we can't all be giants. BTW I heard NatGeo has been searching for ya, Sasquatch.'

My smile grew wider and more…. Er, diabolical? It was the only adjective that seemed to fit the emotion plastered on my face.

'Ha. Ha.' I exploded in laughter at his response, imagining the look on his face, obviously not impressed by my joke. I breathed in deeply before reading the rest of the text. 'Really Gabz? So where are you? Haven't seen you in a while.'. It was true, I hadn't been back to the reservation in a month, I'd been so caught up in my shenanigans.

'I'm at home. Don't feel well . Got a fever." I texted back, putting all my emotion in the text, using a sad face.

'I'll come down and bring you a Tylenol. See ya.'. With that I ungracefully collapsed on to our comfy couch. I was awoken when a loud banging that could only be Jacob sounded at the door. He was the only person rude enough and with big enough fists to do so. I opened the door to find him smiling and posing with a bottle of Tylenol in one hand and the other hand flat below it. I half-expected him to shout 'Tadaaaaaaa!' and confetti to drop down.

Wishful thinking can't do any harm. I hope.

I looked down at the bottle and gasped.

"Jacob you're the best!" I screamed while tackling him to the ground. Well more like attempting to tackle him, only to bounce off and be flung over and onto the couch. I sat up with a big grin, eyeing the bottle of Children's Tylenol. Everyone who knows and loves me, knows very well that I can't swallow pills.

Anyone who claims to love me and says otherwise, is a big fat liar.

"How many tablespoons do you take? It says two for children above twelve, but you're about the size of an eleven year old soooo… yeah." Jacob teased while reaching for a measuring cup.

"Oh. Ha. Ha. That's a knee slapper, Jacob. Really." I said sarcastically with the same bored expression I'd imagined on Jacob earlier. I wanted to slap the smirk off his face as he handed me the small cup with 1 ½ tablespoons. He knew me too well. I drank it while squinting my eyes at him, holding my gaze. He stared back, still smirking. Even after I finished the strawberry flavor liquid, we both continued until it turned into a staring contest.

Suddenly, I felt a familiar itch inside my nose and panicked when I realized what was happening. I tried to stop myself but couldn't hold it any longer. I sneezed and sprayed a mist onto Jacob's face before he could pull away. I held still for a moment while he just stood there, eyes closed. When I saw his hand twitch I knew it was time to run, which I did, while flailing my arms around. But I was no match for his long legs and wide steps. Soon enough I felt big hands grab me by the waist and throw me to the ground. I was done for.

Just as I expected, Jacob began to tickle my sides until I screamed I had to pee. I ran to the bathroom, leaving a laughing Jacob in the living room. Midstream of my pee, I heard a car pull up and Jacob stop laughing.

Dad was home early. Hm.

"Gabriella Swan!." Oh my. Full name, that's not good.