Hello everyone,

This is my first every fanfiction to be published on this platform. Most of my writing has come from quotev and this is where this story comes from. Please do not be afraid to message me about suggestions for the story because I would love to hear from the readers.

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"Kat...Kat...Katherine Swan get the hell out of bed" Bella screamed into my ear, pulling my blanket from me.

I glared at my twin with an angry expression, before rolling over and going back to sleep anyway, too tired to care. Yes, me and Bella are twins. We share the exact same pale skin, long brown hair and shitty immune system. Though, there was only one major difference between us: Our eyes. Bella inherited lovely chocolate brown ones from our mother Renee while I got ... Blood red eyes. A scientific anomaly, they had called me. The hospital where I was born had never delivered a baby with red eyes, so I soon became the 'talk of the town'. That and I was practically a human heater. My skin was abnormally hot, warm to the touch, and that prevented me from feeling the cold. However, living in somewhere as hot as Arizona, the heat soon became suffocating, prompting my move down here with my twin.

Though we shared similar features, me and my sister were complete opposites of the spectrum when it came to interests. Bella was very big on theories and facts and launched herself into subjects that gave you a definite answer, like maths and science. While I enjoy creative subjects like music and art. It was as if we were meant to counteract each other, which was aided by our extremely close relationship. She, the oldest twin by twelve minutes, felt immensely protective of me and babied me. I, being the younger one, enjoyed annoying her as much as possible.

"Kat, we need to get to school" She begged once more.

School. I hated it. Especially new schools, which was something I couldn't avoid since me and Bella had only moved to forks this weekend, meaning the new school thing was inevitable. I mean, school itself wasn't a dreadful thing, I just hated people. They tended to stare at me and treat me as if I were a museum artefact for then to gawk at. Being the new kid would just draw the attention my way more.

I ignored her once more before she snapped. "If you don't get out of the front door in half an hour, I'll take the truck and leave you to walk to school."

There was one thing I hated more than school and that was exercise. Within thirty seconds I had leaped from my bed and ran to my wardrobe. I selected a pair of leggings and a red shirt dress, that I wore with a hoodie over the top. I preferred lose fitting cloths and few layers, since I couldn't feel the cold. At the 25 minuets mark I was pulling my hair into a messy bun and was ready to leave.

The weather outside was cold and windy, or so Bella insisted. To me I felt the slight breeze on my cheeks as it blew strands of hair that were abandoned to the side of my face. It was almost relaxing; the air was not choking me, and everything seemed much calmer then back in Arizona. My Father, Charlie's, car was missing from the drive way, since he had left for work early that morning. The place seemed very empty, which was both calming and unsettling at the same time. I constantly felt as if I were being watched, and the large stretch of trees in front of the house did not settle me in the slightest.

That was when it dawned on me...We would be taking Bella's truck. I mean, Bella driving was scary enough; she had slow reflexes and she was very nervous, which made me nervous. I guess I could celebrate the fact that at least she kept to the speed limit. Except when she saw an animal, because she would swerve as if her life depended on it. She also enjoyed driving in silence, which I hated since silence and I do not get along in the slightest. I feel like that was a deep routed trauma from when we were younger, and would be fighting each other to request a song - and obviously I would win. Anyway, back to the death trap that is Bella's truck. When we arrived and were settled in, Charlie bought Bella this truck (I mean favouritism or what?) and was one that Jacob, who was an old friend of mine, had rebuilt. Now, I love Jacob and everything, but this truck looked as if it were beyond saving. It was at least seventy years old and seemed to be on its last legs, so to speak. It was a ghastly orange colour that the mere sight of made me want to puke. But Bella loved it and I refused to walk, so call it making the best out of a bad situation.

"Bella" I cried "Do you not love me anymore?" I felt her grab my arm and drag me slowly towards Lucifer, (as I had named it as I was pretty sure it was going to kill me.) I had pulled many of these attempts in the past, and she had learned to recognize the signs that I was going to emotionally blackmail her. She ignored me, of course, as I dug my feet into the pavement, much like a child. "Are you trying to kill me?" I yelled. Still no answer. I eventually gave up and marched to the truck, slamming the door behind me. "If I die, you are so putting 'died from Bella's piece of shit truck' on my grave. I heard Bella chuckle beside me, before starting the engine and starting the drive to school. Today was going to be long.