Hello all! This is my first time publishing something, so constructive criticism and comments are welcome!

I have had this story/plot-line/characters in my head for some time, and wanted to take a shot at actually writing it.

I do not own the characters or Twilight because I'm not Stephanie Meyers. I am merely having a little fun…

My mistakes are my own…Feel free to let me know what you think…

Summary: When police discover the daughters of Renée Swan, a woman kidnapped back in 1992 as a teenager, what will it take to put the Swan family back together again?

Rated M due to sensitive material (i.e. mention of rape)

Canon couples will appear eventually...

Normal Teenager

What is a normal teenager?

Waking up alone, stretched out across the bed, would be a normal occurrence for the average 15-year-old on a Monday morning.

Hearing the alarm, reaching over and smacking the nightstand beside the bed until finally landing on that beloved little snooze button, would be the customary beginning of the teenager's weekday.

Scrambling around like a chicken with its head cut off, trying to get showered and looking presentable for their peers, would be a daily event in a standard teenager's life.

Reaching the kitchen to grab a pop-tart and juice before running out the door to beat the first warning bell, would be the usual morning routine in the household of an average student.

Loitering in the hallways to subtly watch the beautiful boys and girls meet at the 'popular' hangout, before running down the hallway to avoid getting a detention for being late to class- a third time- would be the basic and sturdy foundation of the life of a common high schooler.

School continues to drag on with stimulating, or not so stimulating, subjects that are supposed to help prepare students for a future career and the rest of their lives. An average high school student would scoff and refuse to see past the next 4 years of their lives. They may look forward to the freedom of college, but now with all of their friends surrounding them, they may never want their time in high school to end.

Most 15 year olds look forward to driving, going to the school dance, Friday night football games, shopping and hanging out at the mall, parties, Prom, or really any type of socializing with their friends.

Normal, healthy, American teenagers are unable to grasp how much they take for granted by just living a normal life.

I am 15 years old and my life was not considered normal.

I wake up on Monday morning praying my sister and I haven't overslept and missed our one chance to shower for the week. I have never slept in a bed alone, and our alarm clock hasn't worked for about 4 years. I have never had to worry about what to wear each day because I only have 5 sets of clothing that I have to share with my sister.

I have never eaten a pop-tart or any breakfast food a regular teenager would consider normal. Typically, my sister and I are forced to prepare meals for them, yet we are not allowed to eat any of it ourselves. On a good day, if we are lucky, we get their leftovers. Otherwise we receive a piece of fruit or a sludgy, cold mixture that he called soup.

Instead of a detention slips for not being on time, we get hit, punched, or kicked if our chores are not done in a timely manner. Instead of dull classes, my sister and I teach ourselves the material out of the text books that they stole from a 'colleague'.

I honestly could not imagine what might happen 4 years from now. I have always lived my life from day-to-day and hoped that nothing bad would happen. I spent my time by dreaming of what my life would be like if I could drive, meet new people, go to places like the library or zoo, shop at the mall, or even sit in a classroom with an actual teacher.

My life is not that of a normal teenager. My life is not considered my own.

My mother was 14 years old when she was kidnapped. Although our mother loves us, my sister and I were not conceived willingly. We were conceived as an experiment, punishment, and because of their enjoyment of torturing my mother. He liked to show his power and ego, and used my mother as an example. Although we did not fully understand what he constantly did to her when we were sent to another room, until we were older, we always understood that whatever he did to Mom was bad. Extremely bad.

In the past, my mother was constantly taken from us - outside the cabin - without any explanations about why, and she would return to us a short time later. In the last few years however, she disappeared randomly for months at a time. When she returned she was always more withdrawn, like the light had dimmed a little more in her eyes. She refused to tell us what happened, and I believe it is to protect us from whatever hell she had been through. The last time they took her, she never returned. It has been almost a half-year since we've last seen her. I don't know her well-being or if she is even alive anymore.

I know I cannot question her whereabouts to them because I have learned that it is dangerous to ask questions or get angry around our captors. The vast consequences are not worth the anger or inquisition. My twin sisters are an example of that.

When I was 8 years old, my 5-year-old twin sisters were sold off by him because my older sister got angry for being ignored and not getting answers to her questions. The result of her yelling was a glass vase thrown at us and the disappearance of the twins the next day. The tiny scars along my left arm, from the shards of the shattered glass cutting into my skin, are constant reminders that everything we do has consequences. He woke us up the next morning after the incident almost giddy with the news that he sold the twins on the black market. He sold his own children like they were nothing. He said it was just like selling an old, worthless object to the highest bidder on e-bay. My days are now lived in fear that if I put one toe out of line he will sell me or my sister on the black market too.

The question my sister had demanded to know that day was why we weren't allowed to go outside and play, like the normal kids in her storybook.

And now, ironically, here I am questioning what normal is. I know and understand the definition and from what I've read about the outside world, my life is far from what most people consider normal.

Normal teenage activities such as driving, homecoming, prom, or even staying up late and having fun were things that only happened in my books or in the pages of the old magazines she would give to us for 'good behavior'.

So yes, I would consider myself abnormal. I don't have a life resembling most teenagers.

My name is Isabella Swan, and I have lived my entire life in captivity.

AN: Well? Please review and let me know what you think!

Thanks!- AJ