Chapter 1

BPOV

So there I was, sitting in the passenger's seat of Jazz's new silver Audi TT. I was considerably preoccupied, the ride home from Forks high school had been a quick one, I hadn't realised we had come to a stop in front of the house, where I, along with my brothers Jasper (Jazz) and Emmett (Em) lived with our parents Carlisle and Esme Cullen, the house was huge, more like a mansion, surrounded by the lush, green forest's of Forks.

I had been anxious about this day for some time, well ever since mum and dad decided that it was a good idea. They had decided that they wanted more children, Emmett had cracked a few jokes at the idea but then they told us that they wanted to adopt, and not bratty 2 year olds either, kids around our age, I thought 'where are you going to find kids aged 16-17 who need a home?' but apparently their out there. I mean it's not as if I didn't like the idea of siblings, Em, Jazz and I had always gotten along, even though I'm 16, Jazz is 17 and Emmett has just turned 18, it's just that we were raised and grew up together, these people would be total outsiders.

We didn't know much about the kids our parents were adopting, the little we knew was thanks to Emmett who had asked a few questions, but Jazz and I were completely reluctant to know anything much about these people. There were 3 of them; two girls aged 16 and 17, and a boy who was 17. They were related, the 16 year old girl's brother was the 17 year old brother and the 17 year old girl was their cousin.

Jazz had driven us to and from school today, Emmett usually road with me in my silver Volvo and Jazz took his Motorcycle, but today we were all on edge and wanted to arrive home together because today was the day our new siblings arrived.

Emmett was the first out of the car, "Come on Bella, Jazz, it won't be that bad, their just kids like us, the only difference is that their living with us" he had given both Jasper and I this talk several times today, but Em was always amazingly optimistic.

I just looked up at my oldest brother with doubtful eyes "what if they don't like us? What if we don't like them? What if the family is torn apart over this?"

"I'm sure we'll get along, you never know, we might learn to love them like we love each other" Emmett said with a small grin and a thoughtful look on his face.

I turned in my seat to face Jazz, he hadn't said a word the whole since we left school, I knew his opinion on the issue, and he didn't like it any more than I did. "What are we going to do?"I asked him, he was always the most wise and thoughtful of us, he was a leader, but with a kind soul, Jazz was always one to put others before himself, especially me – his baby sister.

He looked at me, then Emmett and back to me, he took a deep breath "we're going to go up there meet these new siblings and try to make this work, let's do this for mum and dad"

I nodded and got out of the car, Jazz followed closely behind me, next to Em. I walked up the stairs that lead to the front of the house, I paused for a second on the door step, a thousand questions running through my mind, Emmett nudged me in the shoulder, reminding me of what we had decided earlier in the car. I turned to look at him, he looked, well, to be perfectly honest he looked exited. Maybe Emmett was right, maybe we could learn to like them, and at that thought a feeling of hope spread over me, so I reached for the silver door knob and turned it opening the door.

I walked over to the large white couches in the front living room and dropped my bag. I could hear soft voices coming from the kitchen, some I recognised and some I didn't.

"Mum?" I asked in the most confident voice I could manage. I must have been unsuccessful as Jazz reached out and placed his hand on my shoulder in a comforting gesture. He knew me inside-out. I began to walk forward, Jazz's hand still on my shoulder as we walked together into the kitchen.

The first things my eyes laid upon were another set of eyes, ones so beautiful and entrancing, emerald green eyes.