Hi. This is my first fanfic story so please help me out by giving me some advice. Thank-you. Hope you enjoy it!

Introduction

I finally found the book I'd been looking for. My fingers held the book by its' spine and I took it off the shelf and made my way to the counter of the Waverley library. I took my wallet out of my bag and flipped through the numerous cards until I found my library card. I joined the queue with my stack of books in one hand and my library card in the other. Something tapped my shoulder and I turned around to face my brother Jacob.

"Is that all, Bella?" He asked, his dark brown eyes eyeing my stack of books.

"Yes Jacob. That's all," I replied.

"You haven't forgotten one, have you?" His eyebrows raised and a grin appeared on his face.

Was this a hint? Had he eyed my stack of books that quickly? I tried to visualise my checklist; 14 books. I counted the books in my stack; only 13. Think, Bella, think.

"Oh. I've forgotten The Black Angel! Thanks Jacob!" I hugged him and he extended out his arms. I gave him the stack of books and ran to the young adult fiction section.

The warm air from the fan heater blew in my face. It was a chilly, wet day in Sydney; perfect for reading.

"Hey Bella, do you like this song?" Jacob asked suddenly turning up the volume on his car stereo. It was a hip-hop track, one I could not recognise. I had never heard Jacob listen to this song before, but I wasn't really into hip-hop to recognise the song anyway. I was more a jazzy type of person - Glen Miller, Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong; that type of thing. Hip-hop was for people that dance at discos, not me.

"Hip-hop's not my thing, Jacob. You know that. Do you like it though?" I returned the question, turning my face to look at him. The second I did, I felt motion sickness coming towards me at great speeds. I turned back to look at the road, much better.

"Yeah. It's cool. It fully rocks dude! I'm really bad at acting gangster style, I know, but this song is good!" He said, and I could see from the corner of my eye, that he was bopping his head to the beat.

I couldn't wait to get my own car. I could drive anywhere I wanted to, go to the library much more often and listen to the music I preferred. My seventeen-year-old brother continued to listen to his hip-hop music all the way home.

The rest of my weekend was spent reading and studying for my trig test. It was Monday morning that changed my life forever.