Twilight Fire and Ice

Forks Washington

I sat in the back seat of the family car, waiting impatiently for my sister Isabella to get back. She insisted on taking one last walk to soak in the sun. I knew she was doing more then that since you couldn't really go that far without water in this heat, especially if you are Bella.

"Mooom!" I whined as sweat trickled down my face. I could feel my eyes buring from my mascara running and I knew I'd have to retouch it very soon. "Why does she have to do this now! It's hot, I'm sweaty, my makeup is ruined and my outfit is wrinkled." I said as I kicked the back of the front passenger seat like a child.

My mother who was sitting in her seat at the time I kicked it turned around and gave me a stern look. There is something you don't see everyday. My mother was a child at heart and disciplining in any shape or form was beneath her. Or well, she was simply terrible at it.

I broke into a fit of laughter that made me sweat more as my belly began aching only to recieve another look from my mother.

"Here she comes." My stepfather said.

I turned and looked out the window just as Bella came walking over to the door.

"Scoot over." She said as she opened the door.

I smirked as I shook my head.

"I was here first, plus you love walking so walk yourself around the car and get in." I said to my sister.

I found it amusing that she tried to get me to move. Its her fault she was late or she could've had this spot and what for a stupid walk in the stupid head that I was excited to get rid of. The heat that she loves so much. It's weird how different we are. I love the cold she loves the warmth. I love dressing up and she likes dressing down. She hates wearing makeup I love wearing makeup. Her personality is dull and mine is outgoing. The only things we have in common is that we don't like being the center of attention, we have never dated, we both internalize things and we both are very mature for our age.

She sighed and gave in. I watched, my head craning, as my sister walked around the car and got in. The moment the door closed we were backing out of the drive to the place we called home for the past 16 years. I looked over my shoulder at the house as we began driving down the street and for a moment I wanted to cry.

My sister must've sensed this because she grabbed my hand and squeezed it reassuringly. When I looked up at her I saw her eyes glazed over. She wanted to cry too.

"Don't cry." I mouthed before I broke her hold and put my earphones in my ears.

The ride to the airport couldn't have been any shorter and before we knew it we were hugging our mother and stepfather goodbye. My mother was the only one to break into tears which she quickly wiped away in time to tell us that if we wanted to come home she would come back.

Our mother was going on tour with our stepfather Phil who was a minor league baseball player. She normally stayed home with me and my sister while he was traveling but Bella and I could see it made her really unhappy. So the two of us thought we could move in with dad for our final adolescent years so she could spend more time with Phil.

Of course mom didn't like the idea much even though our father was all for it and even encouraging it. Over the past few weeks he had been moving houses because the one he lived in before his and moms divorce was too small. It was a two bedroom one bath and with two teenage daughters that is a recipe for disaster. The new home that dad had purchased was a three bedroom two bath that was in a secluded area.

I didn't like the idea of being secluded but it was the only house that dad could find on the market at that good of a price without having to leave Forks where his job was. As long as I had my own room I was fine. There was absolutely no way all my clothes would fit in a closet with Bella's things. I had so much clothes that I had to ship over 5 large boxes and that was just my clothes. I wasn't going to leave without all of my things as I didn't plan on coming back. I hated Arizona.