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This is my version of Bella's story if Bella had a twin sister and everyone was human. The characters are a little different but there aren't a lot of stories where they aren't. I am a twin, so even if you are a twin who is really close to their nine-month-neighbor (as I sometimes call it), Bella and her twin don't get along well. Don't like it, REVIEW and tell me.

Bella POV

This sure was a fun 19 hour trip. Two days of endless road. I sat in sideways in the back seat of the van that our parents had bought for me and my sister. I was leaning against some boxes, listening to my iPod and thinking about life.

My dad works- well, worked- as a deputy in L.A. He got a job offer with better hours and better pay as the Chief of Police in tiny little Forks, Washington. That's why my mom, Renee; dad, Charlie; twin sister, Amanda, and I are stuck in a 2008 Chevrolet Uplander. I got to pick the exterior, which is Slate Metallic, and Amanda got to pick the interior, which is why it is grey leather.

At this point we were about fifteen hours in; somewhere north of Portland. Even with my music and lyric journal, I was bored to death. Why couldn't we have taken a plain like normal people?

In front of me, Amanda leaned her seat back so that my bubble was once again popped by her ignorance. Amanda has great grades, not that I don't, and a perfect smile. Her long, dark brown hair and sky blue eyes made her face as beautiful as her body. She played soccer and cross country, so she was always perfectly fit, even though she stuffed herself with 21 oz steaks and junk food, rarely eating vegetables. Yes, even with her appetite she was super skinny, built petite with a flat stomach. Plus, she had the 'popular' personality. Amanda agreed with the crowd and was always just friendly enough. Everyone in L.A. thought she was amazing, why not in Forks?

And then there was me; twenty minutes younger and a few inches shorter. I was just Bella. I have long light brown hair and plain brown eyes. I'm not built petite or super skinny, but I'm not fat either. I'm just average. Always average. At school in L.A. I was put down a lot because I was emo. So what I wear black? So what I didn't want to smile all the time or go to the beach every weekend? Why does everyone assume that just because someone is emo, they're suicidal? Not all emos cut themselves! God, why can't people understand that? It's like assuming that just because someone is Christian they go to church every Sunday.

The worst part was that Amanda is one of them, one of the enemies. We used to be great friends, until fifth grade when she lied and told my entire grade I was lesbian. I mean, I have no problems with someone being lesbian, I hate homophobia, it's just that guys, if they had before, didn't talk to me anymore, and girls made fun of me even more.

Even though I would be getting a new start in Forks, I had a reminder of who I used to be: Amanda.

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I opened my eyes and realized I had fallen asleep. I checked my watch; there were only two hours left now.

I wondered what people would think of me. Everyone would love my sister, no doubt, but what about me? Forks High was probably so small that I would be the only person there that was emo. How delectably enjoyable.

The song change on my iPod and I turned it up; it was one of my favorites.

I dreamed I was missing
You were so scared
But no one would listen
Cause no one else cared

After my dreaming
I woke with this fear
What am I leaving
When I'm done here

So if you're asking me
I want you to know

When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed

And don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory

Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest

Don't be afraid
I've taken my beating
I've shared what I made

I'm strong on the surface
Not all the way through
I've never been perfect
But neither have you

So if you're asking me
I want you to know

When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed

Don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory

Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest

Forgetting
All the hurt inside
You've learned to hide so well

Pretending
Someone else can come and save me from myself
I can't be who you are

When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed

Don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory

Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest

Forgetting
All the hurt inside
You've learned to hide so well

Pretending
Someone else can come and save me from myself
I can't be who you are
I can't be who you are

The song changed, and I went back to thinking about school on Wednesday, when winter break would be over.

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The van pulled up into the driveway of a two story house. I turned off my iPod just in time to hear Amanda heave a sigh and melodramatically shout, "Finally!" to the sky. I jumped out of the van as soon as she was clear of the door.

The house had a light creamy milk chocolate colored siding. The roof's shingles were a darker, but still chocolate brown. If I stood next the house with a brown coat on, I'd camouflage.

I followed my family onto the small concrete porch and waited patiently- unlike my sister- for Dad to open the door. I walked inside and took in the place. The walls were all white; they were clean slates for us to create whatever we wanted. Immediately to my right were the stairs. They had nice wood floors that were light and like honey in color. The room to the left had white carpeting, and it extended to the other side of the wall. The entryway and the hallway in from of me had the same golden wooden floors.

There were two doors off of the hallway. The one on the left opened into a small half bath (Just a sink and a toilet), while the one on the right opened into a room with a washing machine and dryer with a door to the garage.

I followed the hallway further, into the kitchen. To the left was the cooking area: the stove, sink, refrigerator and countertops. There was also an archway in the wall that led to the other room. Directly across from me was some room for a table to go and a glass sliding door into the small grassy area of the backyard and large impending forest.

To my right was a half-wall, disconnecting the eating part of the kitchen from the wooden floored room that lay past it. I turned around, following Amanda upstairs. Down the hall Amanda walked into a room two doors down to the left and called "My room!"

The first door to the left had a small room with a closet, better used as a guest room or an office. There were four other doors, two on the right side of the hallway, one directly in front of the landing, and one directly to the right of it. I walked to the end of the hall and peered into that room. It was the master bedroom. Heading back towards the stairs I peered inside to find a bathroom with two sinks, a toilet, and a bathtub with a shower head.

Walking back by the stairs, the room in front of the landing was another small one. The door to the right of the landing opened into a long, large room. It had a partially slanted ceiling going the long way, and a double window with a window seat at the far end. I loved it immediately. To the right of the doorway was a small closet with two shelves and a hanger rack. All I could think was: perfect.

After a meal of microwave dinners, Amanda and I officially decided on our rooms. We also had a family meeting in which dad told us that we could spend any of our own savings and a gift of 2,500 to buy paint and furniture for our rooms.

The next morning, Friday, I drove Amanda to the IKEA in Seattle to shop for beds, dressers and other furnishings. We split up once we got there.

I started in the bedroom furniture area, but quickly advanced to the office area. After a few hours I found a low, queen sized bed; a dresser, an old fashioned desk; a comfortable, swivel chair; and a small bedside table. All were black. Remembering I had forgotten a bookcase or shelves, I doubled back. I found a silver and black two shelf unit. It was simple and perfect. Before I went to the warehouse I grabbed some lunch; it was almost two-o-clock and I hadn't eaten since a little after eight.

I called my sister on my way down to the warehouse. She was in the accessories area, and would meet me by the car as soon as she was finished. I went to the check out area of the store to buy my items. She told me that I could have them delivered and set up on Saturday or on Monday. I told her Monday because I needed time to paint my room. My total came to just over 1,000 for delivery and assembly. That gave me plenty of money to spend on other things.

I left the warehouse to wait in the car. It was already three-o-clock. By three fifteen Amanda was in the car. She seemed to be in a good mood, and I didn't want to ruin it, so I kept my mouth shut.

Before we left Seattle, I asked if we could stop at the Target I saw.

"Sure," she replied bubbly, "I didn't get everything either."

As I parked, she spoke up again.

"Do you mind if we shop together, I think it will be easier that way," she suggested.

"Sure," I answered warily. It would at least be some company, and there was a chance that she would be good company as well.

We headed over the bedroom area; we both needed new sheets and comforters. I found an ivory comforter with black, gold, and silver designs on it. I also got the matching pillow shams; I have four pillows, and I have to cover them with something. Amanda found a light blue and brown comforter. We both bought sheets. I found gold and black silk ones while she found light blue and brown silk ones.

To my surprise, we both liked the other's choices. We walked I silence around the store, grabbing things to put in the cart. We both got alarm clocks, desk lamps, and curtains. I also needed cushions for my window seat. I found grey memory foam ones. Awesome! My total at Target was around three hundred dollars.

On the three hour car ride home, Amanda and I started talking.

"What color paint are you going to get?" I asked her, making small talk.

"A light brown, lighter than the comforter, but not quite beige either, I think. You?" she asked.

"Uh, light grey," I answered, surprised by her genuinely curious voice.

"Hey, Bella?" she asked. She sounded uncertain, which was surprising for her.

"Yeah?" I asked. I was glad I was driving, so I didn't have to look her in the eye.

"I'm... I'm sorry about fifth grade," she apologized.

"It's not problem," I admitted, "Besides, new school, clean slate. Just don't do it again."

"Thanks, Bella!" she told me. I smiled, maybe she had changed. For a brief moment I looked over at her. She was already in a texting conversation. Maybe not. Well, it has to start somewhere.

For the rest of the ride we talked on and off about everything and anything, but they were all shallow topics: music, television shows, movies...

We were exhausted by the time we got home around nine-o-clock. We said goodnight to our parents and went to sleep on the mattresses that our parents had set up in our rooms. I also noticed that my boxes had already been taken into my room. I would have to thank Mom and Dad. I changed in the PJs that I found in one of my boxes and quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face. I called a thank you down the stairs and asked Mom to wake me up around eight-o-clock. I fell to the mattress on the floor in my room, instantly losing consciousness.

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I was woken up the next morning at eight fifteen by my mother, saying that I looked too peaceful to wake up. After having some fruit for breakfast I went upstairs to wake up Amanda. To my extreme surprise, she was already showered and dressed. We brushed our teeth together before I washed my face and brushed my hair, while she got some breakfast. I quickly changed into some dark wash blue jeans and a light grey tank top. I grabbed a purple zip-up hoody before meeting Amanda at the door.

We found the local hardware store and headed to the paint section. Amanda had a fabric swatch that she wanted to match, but I just looked at the wall of colors. I quickly found the grey swatches and found one that had a bit of shimmer in it, so it was almost a subtle silver color. I also bought some black paint for the closet doors and window seat area.

We bought some brushes, painting tape, plastic coverings and paint trays before heading back home. It was only ten-o-clock, so we started painting after changing my clothes. When I stopped at one-o-clock for a late lunch, I had finished the primer coats on three of the walls. When I finished painting for the day at seven-o-clock for another microwave dinner, two of the walls were done with the final coat. I carefully dragged my mattress into the closest office room to sleep without the fumes, and noticed Amanda doing the same. We laughed before getting ready for bed and heading back to sleep.

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After a quick breakfast and shower I got back to work. I was finished with all of my grey paint by noon. After a small lunch of celery, carrots, and peanut butter I painted the black on the doors and window seat. I was still pretty energized when I was finished, so I walked down the hallway to see if Amanda needed help. Her room looked amazing. On the lower third of the wall she had a chocolate brown paint that matched her comforted. She had already finished the upper two thirds which were the lighter color she had explained to me yesterday. She was currently resting on the floor.

"You need any help?" I asked her.

"No," she said standing up, "I'm just waiting for it to dry before I start the blue stripe."

"Good luck," I breathed as I walked out of her room and downstairs. Both of my parents said that they didn't need any help, so I decided to go for a run. I grabbed my iPod and headed out the door.

Running down the wet street, I though about how I had barely been able to run before. I would trip over my feet every two seconds it had seemed. After months of practice, I was finally able to run without my head down, watching for bumps in the sidewalk.

I decided to turn around and run back; the clouds were getting even darker and it looked like it was going to rain. I checked my watch; it was almost four-o-clock. On my way back I encountered the first and only car I had seen. It was a nice silver Volvo, going much to fast to be in compliance with the speed limit in the opposite way.

I got back around four fifteen and hung out in the kitchen, listening to the radio until as I made a homemade dinner of rice, canned vegetables and left-over microwave chicken that nobody ate yesterday.

I fell asleep early that night, tired from a long day of tedious work and exercise.

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I woke up around ten-o-clock, having slept in. The IKEA workers were already assembling my furniture in my room, so I guess it was a good thing I had fallen asleep in my clothes. By one-o-clock the three workers had set up both my and Amanda's furniture.

I put the shelves to the right of the window, and moved the desk to the left of it. I hung up the black curtains in front of my windows, putting the cushions in their place. The curtains were just right. When you let them fall together, they completely blocked out the light. If I wanted to, I could sit in the window seat and hid myself from the rest of my room, putting myself in a place where nobody could find me.

I shifted my dresser so it was perpendicular to the wall to the left of my closet. With Charlie's help I shifted the bed so that the headboard was centered on the left wall. I put the mattress onto the bed and put on the gold sheets and the comforter. I rested there for a few minutes before starting to unpack. I started with my books and clothes. While I was setting up my alarm clock and desk light, which I put on the nightstand, I calculated the money I had left. With my savings it was over 1,000. I set up my laptop at my desk and connected to the internet that Amanda and I demanded we get instead of dial up. I was glad we had, the service was slow enough now.

I located the closest electronic store, which was still three hours away, but if I could find what I wanted, maybe they could deliver it and set if up. After half an hour of various searches I found it. I ordered it online, entering my credit card number and address information. Perfect, they could set it up on Tuesday for an extra 50.

1,200. Not bad for a 40" plasma screen TV and a wall mount. Now I could give Amanda the TV we had shared. I was doing her a favor too! I just hoped that my parents wouldn't freak out too much. Well, we would see tomorrow.

A/N: All of the picture are on my profile!

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-K.C.