Okay this little gem here is my way of releasing my anger at Bella’s stubbornness and unable of how to think of everyone else is effected by her choices. So this isn’t meant for full on Bella supporters. There will be bashing and lots of it!

Now let me clear some things up before I sign my death wish:

I am a fan of the series, but Bella has never been on of my favorite charaters. Now don’t get m e wrong, She’s fun but half the time i want to smack her upside the head and yell “ GET OVER YOURSELF, YOU MARY SUE. GET A LIFE!! Or just listen to everyone for once!” Breaking dawn only fulled this more when I read the first two parts.

Speaking of Mary sue’s, This will not be one of those fics. I will leave the parings as the are. This is more of a coming of age and understaning fic. If any love intrest devlope for Laurel, It’ll be with another oc.

Okay now as for the whole “But bella doesn’t have a sis!” thing I did this because Sibling hate is much more easier to undertand ( i mean look at sasuke --) and I couldn’t do one for her parents if i wanted to. Plus this is Fanfiction ppl! anything goes!!

Okay as for time reference, This takes a place a few months after Breaking Dawn, and Laurel is two years younger then Bella.

Okay now that’s that said and done: Ahem:

I don not own the Twlight seires , only Laurel and her friends.

Btw: As they say in Vampire knight: Vampires covered in blood are prohibited from entering this page.

ENjoy!

Why do I put myself in these Situations?

I felt sick. There was no other way to explain the painful twisting sensation in my stomach, and I hadn’t eaten anything today. No, I wanted to puke because of where I was going. To visit the last person I ever wanted to see, my older sister.

Well, my adopted older sister.

I couldn’t wrap my mind around what sick twisted joke mom thought it was to drag me out of my lovely south california private boarding school for the arts, and force me on a plane that would take me all the way north to visit her. I hadn’t seen her for two years - minus a couple of rather awkward home visits where I forced to interact- and I wanted to keep it that way.

“Oh come-on, she’s your sister, Laurel” René, the women who adopted me when I was five, said. “ It’s bad enough you didn’t go to her wedding when she invited you, but you haven’t seen her in such a long time. Besides, it’s about time you get away from that school. It’s so distant.”

Hello! I happen to love my school! I have friends there, very good friends mind you! It’s only thanks to them that I’m not going insane and trying to hi-jack the plane in attempt to get out of this. (Hey, if I’m going down, I’m going down with a bang!) The whole time I’ve been had my headphones attached to my head and blasting the music on my I-pod mini that was updated with a bunch of new songs that Katie and Joe had got me. I was set with hours full of songs from All Time Low, Hawthorn Heights, MCR, American Hi-hi, Simple Plan, Sum 41, Paramore to my favorite background songs from Final Fantasy X/ x-2. And of course there was lots and Lots of Goo Goo Dolls on hand. Nothing calmed me down better than just listening to Johnny Reznik’s voice singing any of their wonderful songs.

Of course that was my only life line. Above me in the storage compartment was my backpack full of all the gift’s the other’s had given me. The half -a-dozen books/mangas Alison gave me to read, as well as several box set’s of my favorite anime series. The David Cook dvd Mark let me borrow, which made me demand who he was and what he had done with the real Mark. Do you know how rare it was for him to willingly let you see the autographed dvd, let alone borrow it?! Keith, Kelly, and Kevin, the triplets, lent me some much need new games for my DS.

But my most cherished gift was tucked safely in to my front jean pocket. A ticket to the Goo Goo Dolls concert in Seattle in two weeks. If that wasn’t great enough it got better. The ticket was front row center and came with a VIP pass to meet the band! It was almost as great as the person who gave it to me, Mike. The captain of Elwing Academy of the Arts soccer and swim teams was one of the sweetiest guys I’ve ever met in my life.

Sadly, the thoughtfulness of my friends only temporally kept my mind from the torture I was about to face. Most of the trip I just stared out the small window next to me at nothing, my headphones blasting and trying to ignore the consent text messages I was receiving on my cellphone. I didn’t even bother to read them, I knew it would just make me more sick.

Finally after what felt like a life time, the plane arrived at the Seattle Airport. While the other passengers moved around the cabin getting their things together I stayed glued to my seat trying to compose myself.

‘Dead girl walkin’ I bitterly thought. ‘Better get this done over with.’

After one final deep breath, I pulled on my nice worn motorcycle jacket, tied my mid brown hair back in a low messy ponytail and grabbed my knapsack. Unlike my adopted family I liked the cool damp cilment of the north. Sure, sunny south calli was amazing, but something in my irish blood craved cloudy skies, cool air and the rocky sea coast. Something about it screamed home. I guess that’s why unlike my sis, I always begged to spend my vacation with Charlie growing up.

The terminal was so crowed I had no choice but to put my headphones back on, the consent chatter was not helping my nerves. Almost insently, with out looking, my thumb spun the dial until the bar highlighted on of my playlist called “Losing my mind”. So by the time I had got my luggage, which was only a small suitcase and a duffle bag, the blissful beats of Forever The Sickest Kids’ “Whoa Oh!( Me vs. Everyone) ” started pounding in my ears, and before I got to the exit I was was singing along.

Then, just as my moon was finally getting better- my phone rang.

I glanced at the number on the screen and frowned. Irataied I flipped it open and snapped before the person on the other end could say anything.

“I told you, I don’t want to be picked up.” I said in my hardest voice. “ I’ll get there only my own.”

“But El.” The soft voice said on the other end.

I cringed when she said that before snapping back. “ Don’t call me that and don’t treat me like a baby! I’m Sixteen years old, but then again I guess age means nothing to you now.” I knew I was sounding like bitch, but I couldn’t help it. It hurt too much. “ If you want me to have a ride then send dad or Jacob, but I don’t want it to be any of you.”

The way she responded did not make me feel good. It was a giggle like she was amused. “ Sorry, I’m afraid it’s too late.”

I felt my stomach hit bottom. ‘ Crap’

“Turn around.”

I didn’t want to , I really didn’t want to. I felt my body go stiff and the grip on my phone go loose. A million thoughts raced through my mind. Was it too late to run for a different plane? One that would take me far away from here? Yeah right. There was no way I could out run them.

“oh god, kill me now’ I hissed as I clenched my eyes shut.

A few seconds later I reluctantly opened my eyes, turned around, and there they were. Her new family, husband, mutant brat, and her. My sister.

I glared at her.

“Hello Isabella.” I knew that use to tick her off, well the old her at least and I’ll be damed if I ever call her my her nickname again.

She smiled, looking breath taking beautiful and shrugged off the rude comment. “ Welcome Home, El.”

“Don’t call me that, It’s Laurel. You don’t have the right to call me that anymore.” I dead paned as I walked right by the showcase of living statues.” And this isn’t my home.”

Suddenly A slim cold had was placed on my shoulder. “ Don’t be silly. I’m you’re sister.”

All I was red. I ripped myself out of her superhuman grip and turned on her. I was beyond pissed, so I said what had been on my mind for so long.

“You’re not my sister! My sister died over a selfish whim and left me!”

(dunks under desk)

Please don’t kill me. And no flames either. This is just me venting my anger over how stupid Bella can be sometimes about forgetting she’d not the only one effected by what she does.

You want me to contiune?