The Forgotten Sister | Jasper Hale | Twilight | Book One

The relentless patter of rain against the windowpane was the first thing Daniella registered as she stirred from a fitful sleep. Sunlight, a rarity in Forks, still managed to pierce through the heavy clouds, casting a muted, gray light across her unfamiliar bedroom. She stretched, her muscles protesting after a night spent tossing and turning on the slightly lumpy mattress.

Today was the day. First day at Forks High. A fresh start, or so she hoped. Phoenix, with its scorching sun and bitter memories, was finally behind her. Here, in this perpetually damp corner of Washington, she could be anyone. She could be someone.

She rose, padding barefoot across the cool floor to the window. Outside, the world was a canvas of deep greens and grays, the towering trees dripping with moisture. A sigh escaped her lips, a mix of apprehension and a fragile, burgeoning hope. She glanced at the old, beat-up truck parked in the driveway, a 'homecoming present' for Bella, a stark reminder of her sister's effortless ability to command attention. But today, Daniella vowed, would be different.