Okay. So this is my first fanfiction :S

It's an idea i've been kicking about for a while until gigglezgirls52 told me i should start writing it- Thank yooou!!

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Chapter One:

A NEW HOME

Trees blurred together outside the car window as we sped down the winding road towards the small town of Forks and my new house

Trees blurred together outside the car window as we sped down the winding road towards the small town of Forks and my new house. House, not home.

My home was back in Chicago, in the beautiful house where I lived with my mom and my dad.

It was almost 5 o'clock. Right now, my mom should be shouting my dad and me inside for our dinner and I would be begging my dad to play another game of touch football for five more minutes. He would have laughed, swung me over his great shoulders and carried me inside. My mom would have smiled and ruffled my hair.

Yet here I was: in an expensive car with two complete strangers, heading towards an unfamiliar town in the Olympic Peninsula. And my parents were dead.

My dad would never put me up on his shoulders again, even though we both knew I was too big anyway. I would never feel my mom's arms around me and her soft kiss as she whispered how much she loved me. They were gone. And I would never, ever see them again.

I quickly wiped my hand across my eyes to wipe away the tears that were welling up. Since the car crash that- well since then I hadn't allowed anyone to see me cry. Not even at my parent's funeral. So I certainly wasn't going to let these Cullens see me at my worst.

It was bad enough that I had to go and stay with them and their other two brats: I didn't need sympathy from anyone.

Carlisle was driving, his blue eyes concentrating hard on the road. His wife Esme was looking out the window but I kept catching her glancing at me through the mirror. She turned her worried eyes away from mine as soon as I caught her doing it though.

I wanted to say something but I'd didn't want to talk to them anymore: I'd done enough shouting back home as they explained that they were taking me away to live in a foreign place and selling my parents home. Since then they'd only got one word answers out of me.

As the drive went on and on in complete silence, I wondered about what my new life here would be like. Esme had already quietly told me about their house, near the outskirts of Forks and their two children, Alice and Emmett, who they had also adopted. They would be about the same age as me. I snorted silently as I snobbishly made a declaration to ignore all of them.

School was probably going to be a nightmare. What was the point in going to some hick school in the middle of nowhere? In Chicago I was in the advanced students for "gifted" students like myself. What could they possibly teach me out here that I didn't already know? Wood-whittling?

"We're here, Edward."

I'd been so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even notice when the car stopped moving. Outside was a beautiful white house, surrounded by greenery and with a lovely front garden. It was the kind of house you see a perfect family posing outside of for an estate agents brochure.

I opened my door and stepped out into the crisp air. There was a stream somewhere nearby, trickling almost too quietly to hear. Was this for real? He smiled at me but I just turned away from him. I was probably being really childish but these people hadn't even given me a chance to catch my breath before whisking me away to this weird town.

Carlisle and Esme were apparently old friends of my parents-so old that I, their only child, had never met them before my parents' death yet they gave them sole custody of me. Yeah. They must have been really close.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, heavy and warm. "So Edward," Carlisle said, "This is your new home."

"This isn't my home," I mumbled. The hand left my shoulder and I suddenly wished I could take back my hurtful words.

The stillness was broken by a scream-well more like a squeal and the thud of the front door suddenly opening. A tiny figure came running at me and I tensed up as it pounced on me.

"Alice," Esme was scolding, "Calm down dear, he's just arrived!"

So this was one of their kids. She had her arms thrown around my neck, pulling me into a tight hug and she was squeaking in my ear. I couldn't understand what she was saying. Only bats and dogs could, most likely.

The girl suddenly leapt away from me and looked me up and down. Her short black hair was erratic and spiking in all different directions. Eyes that looked too big to be hers were looking at my face with fascination and her mouth was turned up in a wide grin.

"Jeez, he doesn't look to happy does he?"

Another boy came out behind her and put his arm around her. I almost gasped when I took in the other kids appearance.

He was at least 7 inches taller than me, and I was not short for my age. Compared to his sister he looked even bigger. Like her he had dark hair curling on top of his head and smiling eyes.

They looked happy. A little too happy.

My stomach dropped. Was this some sort of experimentation place where they messed around with kids sizes and personalities? Like a Stepford child?

My mom and dad had rented that movie one time and we had all watched and laughed at the silliness of it, but now it seemed kinda scary. It explained the weird height differences in the siblings too.

They just stood there against the backdrop of their perfect house, watching me with creepy grins. What were they waiting for, a trick? For me to suddenly sprout horns?

This was going to be a nightmare.

I didn't stop my tears when I was tucked away safely in my bed with the door locked- at least no-one could barge in I suppose. It could have been worse, I supposed.

Carlisle and Esme were probably just as surprised as me when they found out they had custody of some boy in Chicago. And Alice and Emmett turned out to be really nice too.

Alice had grabbed me as soon as she could and showed me around their enormous house. She had sat beside me at dinner and had spent the whole night gibbering away in my ear.I didn't mind as much as I would have thought. At least I didn't have to talk back and there wasn't any awkward silences.

As soon as dinner was over I had politely excuse myself, without making any eye contact with anyone and headed up the large spiraling staircase in the entrance hall to the first floor.

As soon as I got to the top landing, I realized that I had no idea where my room was. Maybe I didn't even have a room to myself- that was a scary thought.

A chuckle behind me caught my attention. Emmett walked in front of me and motioned me to follow him. He led the way to the end of the hall and opened one of the oak doors. He snapped on the light.

"Well? Want to see your new bedroom or not?"

I gulped as I slowly walked into the room. My dread suddenly turned to awe as I looked around the massive space that was now mine. A huge bed was pushed up against the wall- bigger than my mom and dads bed had been. There was a bunch of shelves on the walls and some of my packing boxes were already littered around the room with Esme's neat labeling on them.

There was a huge flat screen television on an entertainment unit. Too bad I never watched TV.

What caught my attention the most was the back wall. It was made up entirely of glass. The view outside was beautiful with the setting sun gently grazing the tree tops and turning them a vibrant orange. We'd never had a view like this back home where the only greenery was in the tame gardens of the houses. It was so quiet out here.

Emmett coughed behind me, reminding me he was here. "Well I'll leave you alone then. I'm right next door if you wanna hang out or anything, man."

He looked at me for another moment before he broke out into another wide grin. "And I have a bigger TV than you in my room. Plus an Xbox and Halo."

I smiled a little at this. Emmett's smile went even bigger and he seemed to swell up even more at my change in expression. He left me alone to unpack.

The room suddenly seemed bigger without Emmett's largeness. Too big for me. I felt small, insignificant and completely alone.

Creeping into bed, I rocked myself to sleep and let the tears soak my pillow.

My first day at school had been less than perfect: everyone stared at me in all my classes and it was making me really paranoid. Had they never seen an orphan before?

Then this Mike guy had picked a fight with me in the playground (AN: I DON'T REALLY KNOW MUCH ABOUT THE AMERICAN SCHOOLING SYSTEM SO SORRY FOR ANY INACCURACIES HERE!) during lunch.

He had been glaring at me all morning but I had ignored him like I had everyone else.

Lunch had been pretty uneventful. I sat with Alice and Emmett- not that I had any other choice. I'd sat silently, munching on an apple whilst they'd talked animatedly with their friends and tried time and time again to include me.

A little while before the bell I'd left without a word. Alice made to follow me but Emmett just put a hand on her arm and solemly shook his head. I thanked Emmett silently: at least he knew when I needed a bit of space.

They'd cornered me as soon as I left the cafeteria. Mike and his two lackeys, Tyler and Eric.

"So, think you're something special Cullen?"

"Its Masen, actually" I replied, fear creeping into my voice.

Mike leaned in closer to me and pushed me against the wall. I stumbled backwards.

"I've been watching you all day, Cullen. You think you're so much better than everyone don't you? You don't even talk to your brother and sister."

Ignoring his comment about my "siblings" I snapped back, "Well yeah, I think I'm better than you if that's what you mean."

He punched me low in the stomach then and I doubled over in pain. Shock swept through my system. I'd never been in a fight before in my life and here I was getting beaten up by this loser and his sidekicks.

"HEY!"

They turned around to see who was calling them but I didn't stick around to find out.

Alice's high voice was calling my name but I was already running as fast as I could away from them, this school and this stupid town.

Running into the trees, I fought back the tears that were welling up in the back of my eyes. Damnit Edward! Get a grip! My legs pumped beneath as I ran faster than I ever had before. I had to get away from that place. I don't know how long I'd been running but I must have got pretty far because the trees opened up to reveal a huge beach. Still, I kept running towards the shoreline.

My feet thudded against the hard stones beneath me. My lungs were burning as I skidded to a stop. As I rested my hands on my knees I looked around where I was.

Weren't beaches supposed to be covered in miles of golden sand, instead of ugly grey rocks stretching along the coast?

Urgh. Everything here is grey. Am I honestly surprised?

I had hit rock bottom and I had no-one to talk to.

Esme had told me they were always there if I needed to talk about anything. But what could Carlisle and Esme possibly understand how I was feeling right now?

It wasn't their parents who had died and left them alone with two complete strangers.

They weren't forced to move to the dullest town ever, away from their school, their friends and their home.

They couldn't possibly understand what I was going through.

I was only eleven years old: how could my parents have left me with two people who I'd never even met before?

The waves lapped hungrily at the rocky beach. I closed my eyes and let the sound of the water crashing onto the shore relax me.

"Hey there"

My head whipped. A boy my age, maybe a little younger was standing a little behind me. He looked friendly enough, with a wide smile that revealed perfectly white teeth. His skin was a russet color and his clothes looked worn in. His hair was deep black and as long as a girls: he even had it tied back in a ponytail. He must have been from the Native American reservation I'd heard about.

"I'm Jacob, but you can call me Jake."

"Okay," I muttered as I turned back to the shore.

"So," he asked as he stood beside me, "What are you doing all the way out here? Shouldn't you be in school?"

I hissed back, "Shouldn't you?"

But Jacob didn't take offence. He just laughed and stuck his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah I suppose I should be. Wont tell if you don't."

He seemed like a nice kid but I just wasn't feeling very sociable. I watched as he sat down on the hard rock and watched the waves with a pensive expression. After a few minutes he looked up at me and his dark eyes lit up in amusement.

"Aren't you going to sit?"

I did, feeling a little stupid. We just watched the tide for a while in silence. I actually felt a lot calmer than I did a little while ago.

"You seem pretty sad," Jake whispered quietly over the rumble of the waves.

Still looking out at the ocean I laughed darkly, once, and replied, "Yeah, I am."

"Wanna talk? Not like we have anything better to do." I shrugged and for some reason, I told this stranger about everything, about my mom and my dad, Carlisle and Esme, my new school and how I didn't feel like I was coping.

It was more than my guardians had ever got out of me. In fact, it was the most I had talked to any one person since my principal had pulled me out of my class to tell my about the crash that had ruined my life.

There was just something about this Jacob boy that made me feel like I could trust him.

He let out a low whistle. "Been there, man. My mom died of cancer 2 years ago."

I looked up at him, stunned at his revelation. He was studying the sea intently, keeping his black eyes off of mine.

Then he suddenly brought his eyes up to mine and gave me a warm smile. "It'll get better, I promise."

And I believed him.

"EDWARD!!"

I heard Carlisle before I saw him. Jacob was already on his feet and ready to sprint away

"Come to the reservation sometime and we can hang. Names Jake Black," he whispered with a smile before jogging down the beach so he wouldn't get caught ditching too.

When Carlisle reached me I was still smiling.

As he opened his mouth to speak-or rather yell I beat him to the punch line: "I'm really sorry I ran off Carlisle."

His angry face disappeared and was replaced with a mask of confusion at my sudden change of heart. "Well," he stuttered, "That's okay, Edward. I know you've been through a lot lately."

"I've not been helping much though. I know you and Esme are only trying to help, but I just-" I bit my lip-"I just feel so angry."

He put his hand on my back and led me towards the waiting car where Esme was standing outside in the cold looking towards us with an anxious and frantic expression. Alice and Emmett were hanging out the back window, happy that I had been found.

It may not have been my idea family but it was a start.

"Thanks," I whispered to Carlisle, not even sure he would hear me over the growing screech of the wind.

"Anytime, Edward."

Down the beach, something caught my eye. Jacob was waving frantically and I could see the shine of his toothy grin from all the way up the beach. I grinned back at him.

That was the day Jacob Black and I became best friends.

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