Hello fellow FF-ers! How is everyone on this lovely day? I'm putting up a third story. For everyone reading Rising Sun, I can't update it, Word isn't working on my other computer. I'll try, but, well, you know how it is. FYI: Lawrea is pronounced Laura, I just like that spelling.

Chapter 1; Arriving

"Lawrea! Come here!" I looked at Katime and sighed. I hated going to the headmisstress, but at times I had to. They had spent a month scince my father's death trying to find one relitive who was sane enough to take me in.

"Yes, headmisstress, I'm coming!" I called back. Katime looked at me sympathetically.

"Good luck." She wispered as I stood. Katime had already been here when I arrived. The orphanage found her wandering around an area where alot of murders had been happening. It was a wonder she was alive. They looked for a mother or father, but couldn't find a thing. She hadn't gotten adopted yet, and niether had I.

I walked down the steps quickly and quietly, and girls glared at me as I past. I sighed again. Katime was a true friend. She accepted me, wierd anitics and all. In return, I accepted her, untraceable history and all. We were anything but perfect, but we had each other, and that was all we needed.

"Yes headmisstress, you called?" I asked as I stepped into her office.

"Yes, I found you a possible new father." I nearly attacked her. No one talked about my dad around me. I was still in pain about it. I calmed myself.

"Really?" I didn't care as much now that she had taunted me. I was getting out of this hell-hole!

"Yes. Your uncle Charlie. Your mother's brother. He already raised one girl, and he's chief of police. He lives in Forks Washington. I think he can handle someone as ill-mannered as you." I raised my head slightly. Then I thought of something.

"Can Katime come too?" I asked before I could stop myself. I couldn't survive withoout her; she kept me afloat in the bad times, and celebrated with me in the good. She understood me.

"Fine. She wasn't ever going to get adopted anyways. She's a helpless case. Now, go pack, and tell Katime to pack too. Leave." I walked back up the stairs. I was in such a good mood, I didn't flinch when the other girls glared at me some more. They wouldn't ewver not glare at an outsider. That was what happened when you're 14. wierd, and have only one friend.

"Katime!" I called as I entered the library. That was where we nearly always were.

"What?" She was confused, but smiling, because I had the widest grin on my face.

"We're leaving. Pack your bags. We're going to live in Forks with my uncle." Katime got sadder as I spoke. "What?" I asked.

"You're leaving me?" She wispered as tears began to fill her eyes.

"Didn't you hear me? I said, 'We're going,' not I'm going!" I smiled as she sighed in relief.

"Let's go pack. Wait, did you say Forks, as in, Forks Wasington?" She stopped in the hallway.

"Yeah, why?" I asked. I didn't know why she was so shocked.

"Never mind." She said quickly. "Let's pack." I sighed and we continued walking.

(A few days later)

"Goodbye girls! Enjoy yourseves!" There was no way Angelica ment that. She was probably hoping Charlie was a child abuser.

"Bye!" I said in the happiest voice I could manage. I wanted to strangle more then half the girls in front of me. What they were saying was a load of bull. Katime knew it too. I would have killed all the girls I wanted, accept that headmisstress was sitting nearby, adnwould make us stay if I attacked any one of them.

We got in the cab with one of the teachers for our age group. She knew Katime and I well; she was the counseler.

We got on the plane to Forks, and as I watched downtown Chicago slip away beneath me, I smiled. The worst part of my life was over. I wouldn't have to deal wiht those stupid, under cofident girls who hated me.

I must have fallen asleep, because next thing I knew, Katime was shaking me awake, telling me to buckle up, we were landing.

I looked out the window and saw almost nothing but gray. It was raining and foggy. I was probably not going to like it much here. I could see the outlined shape of some builings, but that was it.

When the plane landed I got off with Katime trailing behind me. I looked aroud to find where you picked up your baggage. I couldn't see it, but I did find a blading, curly haired man holing a sign that said:

Lawrea & Katime

I pointed it out to Katime and we walked towards it.

"Hi, I'm Lawrea and this is Katime." I said. Was this Charlie's driver?

"Hello girls. I'm Charlie." Oh, Charlie himself, in the flesh and blood.

"Hi!, It's, um, nice to finally meet you." I smiled.

"Ditto. As Lawrea said, I'm Katime. Shall we go get the baggage?" Really? Well, she always did pay more attention in our speech class.

"Let's." My, cringe, uncle agreed. We walked around a far corner, and there was the baggage.

"Ok," Charlie said after we grabbed the luggage. He was carrying two of my four bags and attempting to get two of Katime's.

"It's okay, Charlie. We've got it." I said after a few pitiful attempts. We grabbed our bags and left. We went outside and Charlie showed us his 'ride'. Oh, god. Police chief. Forgot that part. He had a police curuser. Red lights and all.

I got in the back, behind the cage for criminals, so Katime would sit in the front. She smiled her thanks as she sat down.

"So, I, um... You'll be sleeping in Bella's old room." He said.

"Bella?" Katime and I said at the same time. There was a difference between our voices. I sounded confused, while Katime sounded excited. I looked at her.

"Yeah, your cousin Lawrea. She got married last year, and she has a little girl. Edward's niece." Once again asked the question with my eyes.

"Edward is Bell's husband. He has four siblings. Rosalie and Alice are his sisters," He said. Why did those names sound farmiliar? I was sure they weren't names back from the orphanage for girls. "And then his brothers are Jasper and Emmett." Again the names rang a bell. When did I meet a guy named Emmett, or a Jasper? A book I read maybe?

My thoughts were interupted by us pulling up to a small pale yellow house. A woman ran out to meet us.

"Hey, Sue!" Charlie called. Sue? My... aunt?

"Hi, Charlie! Okay," we got out of the car. "You're Lawrea," she pointed to me, "and you're Katime." She pointed to Katime, who was pulling bags out of the car. I went over to go help.

"You're right, Sue. Are you my ... aunt?" I asked innocently.

"Well, by marrage. I'm Charlie's second wife. Your real aunt lives in Jaksonville, Florida. Her name is Renee." I nodded. I had never known I had this much family. I geuss my dad didn't want to see Charlie, it reminded him too much of my mom. It had always pined him to see me, because I looked almost exactly like my mom, so I stayed away from him as much as I could.

"So, let's go show you your room." Sue smiled, and we headed twoards the door. Charlie opened it, because he had only one bag.

We went inside and it was exactly what I expected, plain. We went up the stairs one at a time. Then we got to the top.

It was narrow, and cramped with four people in the small foyer area. We went in the first door on the right. There were two small twin beds off to one side, and a desk with a new looked laptop on it. There were beanbags scattered strategecly accross the room. The sceame was pink and purple from what I could tell. One bed was pink, one was purple, one beanbag was pink, andother was purple. The walls were pink with large purple spots splotched around on them. I loved it.

"I redecorated when I heard you were coming. I figured it would be better for your age this way." I smiled at her as Katime ran to the pink bed and plopped down. I laughed.

"Thanks Sue. It's great." I said, and put my bags down. In a moment of bravery, I went to Sue and gave her a small hug. She was shocked at first, but then she hugged me back.

"We'll leave you girls to unpack." Charlie said quittingly as I let go of Sue. They left, and I looked at Katime and smiled.

"We're out." I said. My mind was spinning, so I sat down on the purple bed. "We're really out." I looked at Katime and smiled. She smiled back. "No more headmisstress. Nomal school. Oh, and by the way, knock off the 'shall' stuff. It won't help us fit in. And we need to learn text talk. Then we can text any friends we get. One rule though, we stick together." I said.

"Always." Katime agreed. I looked at her, and layed down on my bed, out of Chicago, and into Forks, I knew I was happy. I fell asleep that night, and dremt of an amazing book where a girl and a vampire fall in love, and I put in my cousin's name and her husband's name. I awoke with a jolt the next morning, and understood Katime's bizzare behavior. My cousin was a vampire.