Tell me what you guys think. This is really just a summary of the first book and a peek into the second. It's gonna be formatted almost like journal entries until we get to Jacob, and I'm going in a slightly different direction than the other Bella's Sister/Jacob stories, so don't expect him hating her because she's not Bella/Bella suddenly turning into queen bitch/them being super good friends until Bella came in. If you are, turn around, because their relationship will TAKE TIME, evolve from HER falling in love with HIM instead of just excepting the imprint and BOOM, instant love, and they were NOT CLOSE before this story takes place.

All good things take time, and I want this to be a good thing. Get it, got it, good? Good.

The rating is subject to change, It will be an M rating when/if I decide to put in a fluffy good lemon/smut/whatever you young kids call it these days.

All rights and everything recognizable in this story belong to Stephanie, nothing but a choice few original characters belong to me.

Now that the warnings and disclaimers are all done, on with the show!

To say my relationship with my family was strained would be a serious understatement.

Parents divorced since I was 5, the split so bad my mother moved clear across the U.S, leaving me with good ol' pops in the rainiest state on this side of America and an introverted older sister who hated the air I breathed, it's safe to say family reunions were few and far between.

So last year when Bella packed her bags and moved in with Dad and I, we were both a little more than shocked to say the least. It was a big change, and suddenly I found that the peaceful little house dad and I lived in was being invaded by a doe-eyed mute.

Suddenly, the guest room (my library really) was transformed back into Bella's room, the house was cleaned top to bottom and dad took it upon himself to buy my dear old sister her very own, very ancient, truck.

If this had been the home coming I found after coming back from mom's when I was a kid, maybe I wouldn't be so bitter about all of this. Best thing I ever got was the rare hug and a trip to dad's favorite diner.

We haven't seen her since I was ten, I would remind myself. He wanted her to feel welcome. He wanted her to stay.

Of course when she arrived, everyone at school nearly creamed their pants at the prospect of pretty new meat. It was a mad house, everyone wanting to grab the new girl, talk to her, be her friend, see if she was full of new juicy gossip from the desert.

Much to everyone's confusion and my amusement, my older sister was as social as a hermit crab and awkward as a decapitated chicken.

But, try as she might, she couldn't shake "Magic Mike" and his gang of fake smiles.

And of course she has to attract someone who's equally as quiet and socially awkward, sir Edmund whatever himself.

I knew the relationship was either doomed to fail and I'd be fishing my oldest sister from the bottom of the Atlantic, or I'd be cursed with having to call the creepily-perfect Cullens my in-laws.

I didn't know which option was worse.

So the days went on and, to everyone's surprise, Bella and I started getting along, or at least we were civil. Yeah, the disagreements came. I mean we were polar opposites. Where she was reserved and quiet, I was loud and sarcastic; where Bella was calm and unathletic, I love physical activity and could be an ADHD poster child.

All things considered, Bella and I had started to get along...kind of. Which is good, cause it made dad happy.

Of course though, all good things must come to an end. Bella decided our quaint life in Forks wasn't good enough. So, in a whirl-wind one night, she packed her things, hit dad in exactly the right places to make the poor man cry, and left.

I'm not going to lie, I was angry. Angry Bella had made dad cry, angry she left and angry at the fact she couldn't even look at me as I screamed at her for saying those things to dad as she marched to her truck, and I got a strange satisfaction out of breaking her passenger side window with a curve ball.

But to be completely truthful, I felt the same hurt I did when mom left. Somehow knowing that her and Bella were too good for dad and I hurt more than it should have.

But of course, two days later when we got the call Bella was in a hospital in Arizona after a freak window accident in a hotel, Dad packed his bags and dashed off to Arizona to make sure Bella came home safe and sound.

I opted to stay home, not wanting any part of my older sister, hospitalized or not. Granted, I'd feel horrible if she died, but I was still hurt after her outburst.

So, when she came home in a foot cast and beat up nine times to Sunday, I decided the cold shoulder was proper punishment.

The months went on again, and still, I decided talking to her would only get me mad, so I dove right into playing as many sports and involving myself in as many extra-curricular activities I could to avoid Bella.

And then, right as we all got into the groove of things again, Bella has a mental breakdown in the forest.

I'm starting to think I'm adopted, cause being related to this chick is honestly starting to get embarrassing.