Ok people, this is my very firstest fanfic so please calm down and don't go crazy cause it aint the best! Sorry, if you's don't like it, but please read and hopefully enjoy. This is Twilight, my way.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Sadly. I wish. Stephanie Meyer does. ):

Me: But maybe... hmmmm...

SM: No, I own twilight, you may not have it!

Me: grrrr... fine, but you can't predict eveything I do. And Taliah is soooo mine!

First Sight

I looked out the window at the sites of Phoenix that flashed by as my mother drove me and my twin sister Bella to the airport. It was seventy-five degrees and I felt the breeze from the rolled down window blow through my loose black shirt, the red tie around my neck flapping in the wind. As usual, black was the predominant colour in my outfit. I eyed my sister in the front seat, clutching at her parka like a life-line and smirked.

It was to Forks, the rainiest town I'd ever heard of, that my mother – or more correctly my sister – was sending us too. I used to spend every summer there with Bella, but when we were fourteen, she grew sick of it. She hated the rain and the wet – even though I loved it – and she didn't want to vacation there with our dad anymore. She's my sister, and I didn't mind not going to Forks if it meant she was happy.

"Bella," our mom spoke – for about the thousandth time I think – "You don't have to do this." I smirked. Yes she did, her conscience wouldn't allow her not to.

"I want to go," Bella lied and I snickered. My sister couldn't lie to save herself. Though it did sound a bit more convincing now. She'd been saying too much. Of course Renee – our mother – wouldn't try to talk me out of it. I loved the rain and the wet and the wilderness. It was fantastic! I was fine pretty much anywhere. The hotter climates were good for me too, because I could swim frequently without fear of catching a cold. What can I say? I'm a water bug! "Taliah stop snickering back there!" Bella snapped and my face turned to stone. "Tali, sorry."

"Thanks Bellsy!" I grinned and returned to looking out the window. I was distracted with happy thoughts about the woods and tree climbing and I didn't snap out of my daydreams until mom embraced me in a tight grip.

"Mom, chill," I exclaimed as I pried myself out of her grip. "It ain't the end of the world! You'll be seeing me and Bells again before you know it!"

"I know," she sniffed, "But I'll miss you two!"

"I know you will mom," I said softly and gave her a hug. Before I left she grabbed me sternly by the shoulders.

"Don't get into fights and don't forget your homework!" I sighed. Hey! That jerk had hit me first; I was merely showing him not to mess with me! And it wasn't my fault that the teacher didn't believe the dog had eaten my homework! Okay, so we hadn't actually had a dog at the time, but that is completely beside the point! The final boarding call came for our flight and I grabbed Bella's hand, tugging her towards the plane. She sighed behind me.

"How can you be so happy to go to Forks?" she asked.

"It's me Bells," I laughed and let go of her hand, skipping across the tarmac and into the back of the plane. I settled down in my window seat and switched on my iPod, grinning as Paramore's 'Ignorance' started to blast through the ear buds. To my annoyance, they were tugged out of my ears. I turned and glared at my sister.

"It was too loud, I could hear it over here!" she exclaimed.

"Bella, you're sitting right next to me. CHILL!" Reluctantly, she gave the headphones back (the rule about all electronics having to be turned off be damned!) and I settled in for the flight to Forks. It was gonna be awesome.

Hours later, when Bella and I emerged from the plane (with me rubbing my eyes - I cannot help it if I fall asleep every time I sit still for too long!)we spotted our father, Charlie waiting by the entrance of the small Port Angeles airport. Leading the way and dragging my bags, I bounded over to him, giving him a tight squeeze as Bella came up behind us. "It's good to see you two again," he said gruffly. Not the talking type, Charlie. Neither were Bella and I either really. We got a lot of our dad in us. Not another word was said as he helped us load our bags into the back of his police cruiser, giving me a warning glare as I got in the back seat. Just because I had taken it for a joyride on the highway once when I was thirteen didn't mean I was going to do it again!

The beginning of the ride was silent, well other than the small talk that Bella and Charlie tried and failed to get started. It was so funny to watch! "I found a good car for you Bells," Charlie said suddenly. "Real cheap."

"What kind of car?" I heard the suspicion in Bella's voice. No doubt from the 'good for you' comment.

"Well it's a truck actually, a Chevy."

"Where'd you find it?" I asked and Charlie glanced back at me.

"Do you remember Billy Black down at La Push?"

I said yes as Bella said no.

"Come on Bells, you gotta remember Billy! Remember, he has a kid called Jacob that I used to have a crush on when I was nine?" I tried to prod her memory.

"Oh yeah, I remember." I rolled my eyes. Trust Bella to block out her painful memories only to recall them in my times of embarrassment.

"Anyway, he's in a wheelchair now, so he can't drive anymore and he offered to sell me his truck cheap."

"What year is it?" Bella asked and I giggled at Charlie's expression.

"Well, Billy's done a lot of work on the engine – it's only a few years old really." Oh come on dad, she's your daughter! She won't give up that easily!

"When did he buy it?" Bella sighed.

"1984 I think," Charlie mumbled.

"Did he buy it new?" God I love my sister. This is hilarious!

"Well, no. I think it was new in the early sixties – or late fifties at earliest," Charlie admitted sheepishly. I love my dad too, he makes this whole thing funnier.

I kind of zoned out again. I don't really pay much attention to anything. How I get straight A's at school is beyond me – and everyone else. I heard something more about a homecoming gift and an embarrassed thanks. That's all my brain really processed until we reached the house. Until then, I just stared out at the green planet that was Forks and my bones ached to run happily through the woods, chasing deer I would never catch.

A few minutes later when we pulled up in front of the house; I caught sight of Bella's truck. I knew instantly by her face she loved it. It wasn't my type of vehicle though, I preferred my skateboard. You want me to stop using my board; I suggest you buy me a Lamborghini. The Chevy would be good for Bells though – with her luck, she'd probably total it in the next week. Least she wouldn't get hurt. I ignored Bella's exclamation and flicked the boot up and snatched up my bags.

"Daddy!" I whined, "I wanna get into the house!" Charlie chuckled and quickly unlocked the door, taking one of Bella's bags so she wouldn't fall and kill herself. I manoeuvred my way up the stairs and I could hear my dad and sister behind me. I reached the landing and put my suitcases down. My arms hurt. "Same rooms dad?" I asked and he nodded as he came up behind me. "Sweet," I exclaimed and dragged my bags to the end door and kicked it open with my foot, smiling. It hadn't changed a bit.

The carpet, ceiling and cornices were still white. The walls were blood red and one was completely covered in posters, photos, artwork and picture frames. There was a large window with a window seat covered in black cushions that matched the paint splatters on my ceiling and the ebony book shelf against one of the walls. My wardrobe was built in with a mirrored door and the bed had red sheets and a black quilt. Good times.

I quickly dumped my bags on my bed and darted down the corridor to Bella's room, throwing open the door. She wasn't there and neither was Charlie. It was then I heard movements from the bathroom and I skipped down the hall and opened the door, finding her in the middle of putting all our stuff away. I shuddered at the thought of sharing the bathroom with our dad but I quickly pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind at the sight of her. Bella was staring at herself dejectedly in the mirror. Oh boy, another of her 'I won't fit in, I don't look right, I'm not normal' days.

I walked up behind her, wrapped my arms around her neck and rested my head on her shoulder. Her eyes darted from her to me and I knew without much guess work that she was comparing our faces. We were both pale, and both had brown eyes, though mine definitely held more gold than my sister's beautiful chocolate ones. Her long, wavy, mahogany hair trailed silkily down her back while my just-below-shoulder-length-black-died-hair stuck up in layers in every direction. It was also streaked with bright blue, red, green and purple. "Watcha thinkin' bout?" I asked and she sighed.

"School," she murmured.

"Bells, do not start this again!" I snapped.

"How can I not!" she wailed, "It's a smaller school than our last one and I never fit in there! How will I fit in here?" I spun her around and grabbed her shoulder.

"Isabella Marie Swan!" I growled. "You are gorgeous! These people will be begging to be your friends! And if they aren't, they're crazy! You're kind and soft and compassionate and perfect! Just calm down! Besides," I added in a gentler voice, "If anybody gives you trouble, you know your sister will go ape shit on 'em." She gave a small smile and hugged me.

"Thanks Tali," she smiled, "You're the best."

"You goin' to your room now?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, but before you do, has dad gone out?"

"Yeah, he did, why?"

"Damn! Oh, I just left my laptop and guitar in his car." Bella laughed.

"Good job Tali. I guess I'll see you tomorrow then." It was already starting to get dark.

"Sure thing Bellsy, I'll read a bit first."

"Don't stay up all night," Bella warned.

"I won't mom!" I teased but she merely rolled her eyes.

"You unpacked yet?"

"What do you think?"

"I'll ask again in a week."

"You do that."

"'Night Tali," Bella waved as she entered her room.

"Nighty night Bells," I waved back as I slipped into my room and shut my door behind me. There was something I had to do before I went to sleep. Unzipping one of the suitcases I'd so carelessly thrown onto my bed, I removed the layer of clothes that had built up around a shoebox I'd painted black a long time ago.

Before this trip, it had stayed stashed under my bed for a few years and I could see the lingering traces of dust that had brushed off onto my clothes. This box held my past in way. Every adventure or exciting memory was held here and sometimes, when one of those memories was triggered, I'd look at whatever in the box pertained to it until every last detail was gone through. It was an idea a young woman had given me a long time ago, one I respected very much. She found her way into this box too.

But nothing had triggered anything for years, so the box remained under my bed, unused, almost forgotten really. But I couldn't bear leaving it Phoenix. I wouldn't feel entirely right in Forks until this box was under my bed. And that's where I slipped it now, back in its usual place before I climbed into bed myself and grabbed a book from a different box.

I heard Bella sobbing about half an hour later when I was reading 'The Wereling' and I frowned, sticking my iPod back into my ears. I hated hearing her cry when I know there's nothing I can do to help. She liked to wallow sometimes. It might have been three o' clock in the morning before the combination of the plane flight, the wind and my music finally lulled me into sleep.

AN: YAY! So, how'd my first chapter of my first fanfic go? Sorry if it seems the same as the book, but trust me, it will get better! I just need to get the boring beginning out the way first, but then it will get awesomer! It will be different from the book eventually. Trust me, I have a plan! Wonder why all my friends get scared and run away when I say stuff like that...