I wish I had somewhere else to go, honestly. Usually, when I see my cousin, Bella Swan, I am my always blunt self. Although, now I was going to be living with them for a while and I don't think Charlie wants to have to deal with two teenaged girls arguing all the time.

With a sigh, I knocked on the front door and an unfamiliar person opened it. "Um… Hello? I'm Marley." I suddenly felt an uneasy feeling about this guy. Wait, is this Edward?

"Of course, come on in. Bella and Charlie are in the living room." His voice was almost too smooth.

I just sent him a stiff nod and carried one of my suitcases inside along with my laptop carrier bag.

My uncle was quick to stand up and pull me into a one armed hug. "We're happy to have you, Marls."

"Thank you for letting me stay here." I told him with a smile.

"You're family and you are always welcomed."

I noticed that Bella disappeared, typical. "I have a lot more stuff. Would you mind helping me?"

"I'm kind of afraid to see how much you have. I know how you pack for one weekend, yet alone months."

I laughed. "Yeah, I do overdo it sometimes."

Honestly, Charlie had every reason to be scared. My car that was brought here was stuffed with my things. I wanted my room here to feel like home and hopefully make me feel happier. Leaving my home in Florida was rough. I loved the sun and the always fun vibe there. It's the exact opposite here.

I let out a groan as I looked around the bedroom I'd be using. It was much smaller than the one I had back home and I wasn't sure where I'd put everything.

Slowly, I started to put my clothes up and away. After getting that done, I ready to call a quits but, it needed to be done.

Once I was finally done, I fell back onto my bed. Luckily I was able to have it shipped here.

"Marley, there's someone here I want you to meet." Charlie told me from my doorway.

I sighed and rolled off the bed landing on my feet. I really hoped that this didn't take that long, I had major jetlag and fixing up my room was a real work out.

As I walked down the stairs (That I really hated at the moment), I saw a really good looking guy. He was tall somehow looked like he would tower over my five foot six height. The guy was obviously Native American. His hair was shortly cut and a dark black. He had muscles for days.

When I reached the bottom of the stairs, Charlie was quick to introduce me.

"Jake, this is my niece, Marley. Marls, this is Jacob Black. He's the son of my good friend, Billy."

I couldn't help but give him another look over, since now I was closer. Then I met his dark brown almost black eyes. Who knew that someone's eyes could make them even sexier.

"Nice to meet you." I told him fighting off my need to flirt.

He just stood there for a minute still looking at me. His jaw was clenching and unclenching. Jacob's eyes were slightly widened and it confused me.

I knew I wasn't looking extremely hot or anything right now. My dark curls that stopped at my shoulders were everywhere and not as tamed as I usually have them. I had no make-up on. My outfit was just a hoodie and a pair of sweats. So, I didn't think there was any reason for this reaction.

He suddenly snapped out of it and muttered, "Nice meeting you too. Sorry, Charlie, I gotta go."

"It's no problem, Jake."

I tried to shrug off that weird moment as I went into the kitchen to grab a soda. I've never gotten that reaction before. Most of the time, guys would flirt or at least say hey before staring. Oh well.

"What did you do?" Bella screeched as I turned around from the fridge.

I raised an eyebrow. "What are you yelling about?"

Her face turned red and I almost laughed when I saw her lips in the duck face pose. "Jake was supposed to hang out with me today! You ran him off!"

I shrugged. "All I said was nice to meet you. He said he had to go, get over yourself." I grumbled as I tried to walk out of the kitchen.

She was quick to get in front of me. The girl needed to chill out. "No, you're living in my house. Stay in your little room and don't talk to my friends."

Now, I was starting to get pissed. "Okay, one, this is not your house, it's your dads. Two, you are not the boss of me. I will not stay in my room and I will talk to whoever I please."

Charlie soon appeared and Bella put on her good girl face. I huffed and went up to my room, telling my uncle that I was going to sleep. Sadly, I'd be starting school tomorrow. Since I'm half Latina, I'd be the tannest person there. I'd probably stick out like a sore thumb.

I groaned as I heard my alarm go off. Even though I got plenty of sleep, I felt exhausted.

I was quick to jump into the shower. Bella was at the door of the bathroom when I walked out and was complaining. I walked past her not wanting to deal with her right now.

Locking my door, I picked out a dress the top was white with wide straps, at the waist; there was a dark black belt and led down to a matching skirt. It ended a bit above my knees. I put on some black laced tights.

I sat down in front of my mirror; I fixed the wild curls with a curling iron making them look much better. Quickly, I sprayed hairspray over them to hold them for the rest of the day. I used concealer under my eyes to hide the bags. After using eyeliner, mascara, brown eye shadow and red lipstick, I was almost done.

After stretching and letting out a loud yawn, I pulled on my flat sole knee high boots and a black cardigan. Once I grabbed my bright blue backpack, I was ready to go. Well, after I fill my thermos up with coffee.

I yelled a goodbye to Charlie and got into my black Toyota Camry. It wasn't hard to find Fork's high school; I've seen it the many times I've visited.

The reason I had to move here still bothered me. My father joined my brother in the war overseas. They didn't want me living alone so, my dad called Charlie and asked if I could stay here. Every day was hard. I was stuck always praying to God that today would not be the day that I would hear that they were killed in combat.

I shook my head and tried to get those thoughts out of my head. As I walked toward the school, I felt many eyes on me. I forget that this is a small ass town and they barely get newbies. I wondered if this attention would be good or bad.

"You must be Marley."

I turned to find a guy that was clearly Asian. He was about an inch shorter than me since I was pretty tall. "That's me."

"Would you mind us taking a picture for the schools newspaper?" He asked nicely.

"Sure, that's no problem." I told him with a smile. I was very photogenic person, I loved pictures.

He looked at me confused. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, I love taking pictures." I told him and posed with a big smile for his picture.

"Thanks!"

If all the people at this school are this nice, I'd have no problem. With a small smile, I made my way to the front office.

There was a woman at the front desk that looked pretty young, probably mid-twenties. Her hair was blond and pulled into a high bun. She had square framed glasses on and she was quick to send me a smile when she saw me. Her name tag read Shelly Tate.

"You must be Marley Figueroa." She told me with a small smile.

I nodded. "Yes, I was told to come here to get my schedule."

"Of course." She went to a filing cabinet and pulled out a few papers. "Here's your schedule and a map."

"Thank you." I told her as she handed me the papers.

"You're welcome, sweetie."

As I walked down the hallways, I realized I was right. Everyone here was extremely pale, well, except for the African Americans. Then I noticed Bella with Edward and I guess someone related to him. They were paler than anyone I've ever seen. How is that possible? I mean, I know it rains a lot here but, damn, there's a thing called a tanning bed!

"Hello, Marley."