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Chapter 1

EmPOV

I was pacing around my room, wondering what my sister was going to be like. When my parents divorced when I was two, my mom took my six-moths old baby sister, Isabella, with her to God knows where. I haven't heard from them until a few days ago.

I lived with my dad, Charlie, until he died a few years ago. I remember seeing him talk to his lawyers, trying to get to see Isabella at least once. He was never able to get to see her. When he died, I moved in with my best friend, Edward Cullen, his sister, Alice, and his very loving parents, Carlisle and Esme.

Carlisle and Esme were like my second parents. They wouldn't hear of me living on my own, though my dad did leave me his house, his possessions, and all of his money (a lot, by the way). Alice is like my little sister. She and I have sibling fights and goof around a lot. I protect her from all of the horny males at Forks High. I hope that my sister is as cool as she is.

The best part of living with the Cullen's is definitely living with Edward. He is my best friend, partner in crime, and my brother. He and I share everything. He, Jasper, and I are like the Three Musketeers, or something like that. Jasper is my other best friend. He lives in Forks, too, but is farther away than any of us like, especially Alice. He and Alice are inseparable. Edward and I basically have to kidnap him from Alice. I'm dating his sister, Rosalie. She is a hot, blonde, goddess. I love everything about her. She's feisty, witty, knows her way around an engine, and is incredibly hot! I love her and I know she loves me.

Edward is dating the bitchiest girl at Forks High. She thinks so highly of herself. Half of her body is plastic, I swear by it. She is a complete blonde bimbo. I know for a fact that she cheated on Edward a bunch of times. The worst part is that Edward doesn't even realize it. He adores her and whenever someone brings up something bad about her, he'll actually argue with you. They fight constantly, but they wont break up. I hope it's only a matter of time.

I stayed home from school today so that I could go to the airport with Carlisle and Esme. Carlisle is a doctor at the local hospital and never gets a day off, so I was surprised when he said he was going to the airport with us to pick up Isabella. When I asked him why he was taking the day off to pick up Isabella he said, "Your sister, who you haven't seen in almost seventeen years, is coming to live with us. I want to meet her and see is she's anything like you. Besides, what kind of host would I be if I wasn't there to greet her?"

Carlisle is so compassionate about everything. He is the perfect doctor, husband, and father. He is very considerate and caring. He hates violence and tries to find a peaceful way to solve any problem. Esme is even better. She is very loving of her family and friends. She is passionate and charitable. She organizes every charity event in Forks.

I was still pacing when Esme called me downstairs.

"Emmett, honey, we're going to leave in a few minutes. Do you want to bring your iPod or anything for the drive?" Isabella was flying in the small airport in Port Angeles, about an hour's drive away from Forks.

"No, I'm good. I'm too anxious to do anything, anyway," I said.

"Emmett Swan, are you nervous?" Carlisle asked incredulous.

"A little. As you said, I haven't seen her is years. I have no idea what she's like. I never thought I'd actually have to get to know my sister after seventeen years."

Esme sighed and looked at me lovingly. She was always the mother I never had.

"You have nothing to be nervous about. She's your sister. You'll love her and she'll love you, right away. I have no doubt about it. And you'll get to know her over time. You can't learn everything all at once. I still find out things about Carlisle that I never know before."

"What if she doesn't like it here? What if she'll move back with her friends before I get to know her?" I asked her fearfully. I was never one to worry. In fact, I hardly worry at all. I'm too busy joking or goofing off.

"I'm sure she'll love it here after time. She'll love you and you're friends. She just needs time sweetie. Time." Esme always calmed me down. She hated to see one of her children upset. She considered me one of her children ever since Edward brought me home to hang out after a day in the park.

"Do you know how she's doing? She should be a little sensitive after your mother died," Carlisle said.

I forgot that my mother had died. That made me feel kind of sad. What kind of son forgets the death of his own mother! I knew I shouldn't feel bad. My mother didn't really want me in the first place. She wanted a girl and she got her. I actually envied Isabella. My mother loved her and kept her. Isabella got to know her. I knew it wasn't her fault. Even though I really didn't know her, she was still my sister, and I loved her.

I realized that Carlisle and Esme were waiting for me to answer.

"Actually, I haven't talked to her since I asked her to move here. I did ask her how she was then, but she didn't exactly answer. She said she was fine, but I can tell she was lying. She's a horrible liar," I said with a laugh.

"Emmett, that is no way to talk about your sister! Now let's get going. We don't want Isabella to wait for us, Esme said in a scolding tone.

The drive to the airport was longer than I expected. I should've brought my iPod. That might have kept my mind from running through all of the bad situations that could happen. She could hate me right away, without getting to know me. She could hate me after getting to know me. She could hate my friends. She could hate my home. She could hate Forks. She could hate my whole life.

After what seemed like forever, we arrived at the airport. I practically ran from the car to the gate where passengers exit. I stood there for ten minutes, bouncing up and down like Alice. When the passengers started exiting, I held my breath and waited to greet my sister.

BPOV

"Bella, you don't have to go," Christina said for the millionth time. "I would love to have you live with me. Max, Mattie, Sammy, Danni, and Ashley feel the same way."

My best friends have been trying to convince me to move in with them since my mom died. I wish I felt bad about my mom dying, but she was never really around. I never really knew that much about her. She told me she was previously married (my father) and she had a son before me. I never knew I had a brother; I don't even know who he is. That's why I called him a few days ago. I told him our mom died and he asked me to come live with him. I was surprised that he would. Most people wouldn't ask a stranger to come live with them, but he's my brother, I suppose, and he maybe he wants to get to know me or wants me to be safe.

I tried explaining this to my friends. They don't get why I want to live with a complete stranger in a town across the country. The also don't get why I would want to live in Forks, a small town where it rains nearly 360 days a year. Phoenix is quite the opposite. The sun is out and it hardly ever rains. The big city has every thing. Stores restraints, and movie theaters, where Forks has hardly any of that. I looked it up online and saw that I'd have to drive to Port Angeles, the town I'm flying into from Seattle, to get anything. I wouldn't mind the drive. I love driving my car. Speaking of which…

"Mattie and Sammy are already driving my car down. They're probably half way there already. They'll be mad if I told them to turn around," I said.

"No, they wont be mad at you. They could never be mad at you. They might be a bit irritated, sure, but wouldn't be mad," Christina reasoned.

"I already told my brother, Emmett, that I would live with him. He sounded kind of excited and I want to get to know him. He sounds pretty cool if he's letting me live with him," I said back. He did sound cool and I was actually excited to meet him.

"Whatever. If you don't like it there, you could always come back. My parents live you and would be happy to have you live with us. And make sure you call every once and a while, especially Max. Did you already say good bye to him?" she asked.
Max was my best friend, my very best friend. He's like my brother. We care about each other. I was surprised that he agreed that I should go to Forks. He's been very protective since that party in Albuquerque. I don't exactly remember what happened, but that's the reason I've been waking up screaming every night for the last week. I can't sleep anymore. I've been forcing food down my throat to please my friends. I don't want them to worry about me. I'm a bit worried what Emmett will think when I wake up screaming every night or about the things I might mumble while I'm asleep. I'm a sleep talker. It's a really embarrassing trait to have. My friends tease me about it all the time.

"Yeah, I said good bye. I'm actually kind of scared to leave. What if he ends up in the hospital again and I'm not there? This could be the last time I see him!" Max had cancer and it's getting really bad. I don't want to be across the country if he dies.

"Relax, B. Max is too stubborn to die without you here. You'll see him again don't worry. Remember, this was your idea." Christina was right. Max is too stubborn. She always knew how to calm me down.

We got to the airport then and said good-bye. I would really miss her and everyone else. They were my family. They took care of me when my mom was off exploring the world.

After what seemed like forever, I arrived at the airport in Port Angeles. I excited the plane and the first thing I saw was a big bulky man with curly brown hair the same color and texture as mine. I guessed that was Emmett. Behind him were a man with golden blond hair and a woman with caramel colored hair. Emmett said he, Carlisle, and
Esme would pick me up. I'm guessing that the man and the women were Carlisle and Esme.

As I approached them, Emmett got a hopeful smile on his face. He walked up to me and asked, "Isabella?"

I hated it when someone used my full name.

"Just Bella. Are you Emmett?" I asked. This was kind of an awkward greeting towards your brother.

His hopeful smile turned to a goofy grin as he picked me up in a bone-crushing hug.

"E-E-Emmett, cant b-breath!" I said, gasping for air.

"Oh, sorry," he said, putting me down. He still has a grin on his face. He turned around and introduced the two people behind him.

"Bella, this is Carlisle and Esme. They're my best friend's parents. I've been living with them since Dad died. They're like my second parents."

Carlisle stepped forward to shake my hand. "It's nice to finally meet you, Bella. Emmett hasn't stopped talking about how excited he was that you're coming to live with us."

Esme stepped forward then and caught me in a motherly hug. "It is nice to meet you. You'll love it here, I can tell. You'll get along so well with my kids. Alice is excited to meet you."

I could tell that I'm going to like it here already. Just looking at Emmett, Carlisle, and Esme made me feel loved and a part of a family.

We spent the hour's drive to Forks talking about our friends and our lives. When we turned onto a dirt road in the woods, I felt like I knew Emmett my whole life. He was awesome. He played football, goofed around a lot, and joked around with his friends. They sounded awesome, too. Alice was a shop-a-holic, but really cared about you. She was tiny, but strong and seemed to know exactly what was going to happen before it happened. She was dating Jasper, one of Emmett's teammates on the football team. He seemed to know how you were feeling and always calmed you down. His twin sister was Rosalie, Emmett's girlfriend. She was stubborn and loved attention. She was beautiful according to Emmett. Last, but not least, Edward. He was also on the football team and was able to guess shat someone's thinking. He was dating a girl named Tanya. Apparently, she was the school's slut. She cheated on Edward but they refuse to break up. I don't understand why they don't. I knew I would.

We arrived at a huge white house. It looked like a mansion. It had a porch wrapped around the structure with French front doors. There were three stories and the lawn was like a meadow.

We got out of the car and grabbed my three suitcases out of the trunk of Carlisle's Mercedes.

"Don't you have more things?" Emmett asked, holding two of my bags.

"Yeah, my friends are driving my car up and most of my things are in there," I answered.

"What kind of car do you have?"

"A midnight blue Audi."

"Are you serious? That's an awesome car! How does it drive?"

"Like you wouldn't believe."

We walked inside and Emmett showed me around. The inside was absolutely beautiful. The furniture, walls, and carpets were all varying shades of white and cream. He showed me his room and pointed out everyone else's rooms. On the third floor, he pointed out Edward's room and my room, right next to his. My room was amazing. The walls were white with a black trim and the bedding was white with black accents. There were French doors that led out to a balcony. I could have spent hours just admitting the room.

"Do you like it?" Emmett asked with a worried expression. "Esme could redo it for you, if you don't like it. She would be hap-"

"Emmett, shut up," I interrupted him. "I love it."

"Good. Esme will be glad."

We heard the front door open then close.

"Guess everyone else is home," Emmett said, turning to the door.

"Let's go," I said turning with him. Time to meet the rest of them.