Applicable Warnings: All disclaimers apply, and all things Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Huge thanks to Jess2002, Sarah, Ana, Roni, and Alice's White Rabbit.

Brief Summary: Bella Swan is riddled with bad luck, so much so her own mother ships her off to live with her father. Fires, floods, falls and failure are all she knows. Star player Edward Cullen has exceptional luck, but what happens when he meets Bella Swan? Will his good luck withstand her bad? What happens when the tables turn? It's all about a necklace. AH, rated M.

The Soul Mate Medallion

Chapter: 1

BPOV

The alarm sounding is a shock like always. I sigh and turn it off. Rubbing my face, I stretch before getting out of bed. Then I'm off to the bathroom to start my day.

"Jesus fucking Christ," I scream, hopping on one foot. I've had a broken arm before, and it didn't hurt as bad as stubbing my toe.

I shake my head. The day just started, and already I'm in bad luck mode. I turn on the shower, strip, and make sure the water is warm before stepping in.

I shampoo my hair and get conditioner on before starting to shave. Halfway through, the water turns stone-cold. I jump, cutting my leg, and let out a scream. I take a deep breath and quickly rinse my hair. Once I'm done with my cold rinse, I step out, wrapping a towel around myself. I finish shaving my legs at the sink.

Heading back into my room, I put some music on before getting dressed. I sit on my bed and start to dry my hair. I smell something burning. I turn my head and look at the hair dryer. It starts smoking, and I see a few sparks. I hear a loud pop, and the house goes deadly quiet.

"Bella! Are you okay?" I hear my father yell.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

There's a soft knock on the door. "What happened this time, kid?" he asks, opening the door.

"The hair dryer," I say. I fall back on my bed with my hand covering my face.

"I think you may need a new one. The breaker has blown. It may take me a bit to fix."

I sit up giving him an apologetic smile.

"Bella, you may want to just put your hair up today."

I look from him to my mirror and groan. "Just great, like I need to go to work looking like the Wicked Witch of the East.

I glare at Charlie as he chuckles. "You don't look that bad, kid. I better go see if I can fix this before heading to work myself."

I nod and give him a little wave.

My dad is great, and I'm thankful for him. I'm glad he's stuck around and let me stay here, even after I turned eighteen last year. People may think that's a weird thing to say, but for me, it's not. My mom sent me to live with him when I was fourteen. She was unable to take the string of bad luck that seems to follow me around. Charlie doesn't seem to give up on me. Even though I—or my bad luck—has destroyed three cars, set fire to his beloved boat once and our house twice. It's also scared away two women that he has dated, and countless other things have gone wrong. But my dad, he has taken it all in stride, and he still tells me that it's not my fault.

A/N: Well this was our entry for the drabble luck contest. They only got three entries so they ended the contest. Nikky and I hope that you enjoy this story, it is fully written, minus the Epi which we intend to write. The chapters are all 500 word count or less. We hope that you enjoy this story. Please review, thanks Kasi (& Nikky)~