You were Bella’s little sister. Only a year younger than her.

You had stayed with Renee and Phil when Bella moved to Forks, but for your 17th birthday, Bella had convinced you to move to Forks and live with her and Charlie.

After a few weeks, you had all your stuff packed into two suitcases and a backpack—One of the suitcases just having all of your books and art stuff in it—You flew up to Forks from Florida where you had currently been staying.

As Charlie’s police cruiser pulled into the driveway, you gathered all of your things you had brought in your backpack and you stepped out of the car. Charlie and Bella had renovated the guest bedroom for you, so you at least had your own room. You brought all your things up, setting them by the foot of the bed.

A few hours passed, and the sun was setting, casting a warm glow on your bed where you had been laying.

That was when you heard a car pull into the driveway.

You weren’t sure who it was, since you knew Bella was home, and Charlie’s police cruiser was still parked in the driveway. You looked out your window that was right by your bed to see a guy in a wheelchair with a boy who looked around your age.

You weren’t sure if you were supposed to go downstairs, since you were pretty sure the guy in the wheelchair was Charlie’s friend, so you just stayed in your bed. If someone wanted you downstairs, they could come get you their selves.

Eventually, Bella came and got you, and you went downstairs and sat on the couch by her.

“So, you're the little sister?” Billy—the man in the wheelchair—spoke. You nodded.

You looked at Jacob, your gaze meeting his. He stared at you for a solid minute before he looked away, looking a little flustered. Bella looked at him, then you. You couldn’t read her expression. You were pretty sure something had happened, and you were just too dumb to understand it.

You didn’t know about the supernatural world. You weren’t aware of vampires and werewolves, but Bella was. Bella knew Jacob had imprinted on you, but she kept her mouth shut.