Ok, so this is my first fanfic. I'm trying to figure things out and this is a test run. I've written a million stories, but didn't have internet until recently, so I couldn't post them. This story is basically another 'Bella's sister' but I wanted to try something else. Please tell me what you think and any advice you have for this first-time girly would be greatly appreciated!

Disclaimer: Anything in this story that you recognize belongs to Stephenie Meyer. Not me.

Being a wolf sucked. It's as simple as that. I wasn't allowed to tell anyone, even my Mom, so I was alone. The only friends I had were Sam, Paul, and Jared. My being a werewolf had separated me from my two best friends. Jake and Quil were hurt, I knew. They were worried about me. I wished that I could tell them the truth. The only comfort I had was that they would join me soon.

"Honey, it's almost three o'clock. Aren't you supposed to meet Sam and the guys?" I heard my mom ask. I nodded and stood, hugging her on my way out. She didn't know the whole truth, but she didn't ground me like she did in the beginning. Billy and Sue had talked to her, explaining that it was tribe things and only certain people were allowed to know.

Once outside, I started running. I ran to the store, no shirt, no shoes. I was getting quite a few weird looks, but I didn't care. Those people didn't matter to me anymore. When I got to the store, the guys were waiting. They were standing out front, discussing something. I walked up and they greeted me.

"Ok, here's what happened . . ." Sam and Jared filled me and Paul in on what had happened on patrol last night. I was standing close to the door, leaning against the wall right next to it. If I had been decently smart, I might've known that someone would run into me.

But I wasn't, so I didn't. When she opened the door, looking back at something behind her, she ran right into me. I jumped forward slightly, not expecting it. I hurriedly turned to see who had run into me. The girl was kneeling on the ground, picking up the contents of her bag.

She had dark brown hair, curly hair that she preferred to let loose. She never let it grow longer than an inch or two past her shoulders because she didn't want to deal with it. The girl was wearing a yellow, pullover hoodie and some black sweatpants. On her feet she had a pair of boots, her pants tucked into them. She was decently tanned, as well as she could be, it being February and everything. She looked a lot like her sister. She was more athletic and less rounded, her face was slightly thinner. I knew who she was in an instant.

"Bianca?" I asked. The girl's head flipped up and she looked into my eyes with her gorgeous, milk chocolate brown ones, so like her sister's and her father's.

Everything inside me came undone as I stared at Bianca's tearful face. Everything that made me who I was - my love for my mother, my love for my brothers, my loyalty to them, my name, my identity - was snipped and floated away. Suddenly, there was only one string holding me where I was. Not one string - a million strings. Not strings - steel cables. A million steel cables tying me to the center of the universe.

I could see it now - how the universe swirled around this one point. It wasn't gravity that held me to Earth anymore. It was her, the girl kneeling to pick up the bag of stuff she had dropped. She stood up, still looking into my eyes, and I noticed that her's were rimmed with red.

"Embry?"

Whatcha think? Tell me anything, I'll take it all! Sorry it's short. On my computer, it seemed a lot longer. :)