Bella

Forks, Washington. Just another place, just another city. . just another town that will sustain my mere existence of a fractured and ignored life.

Was that too heavy of an introduction for you guys? Too depressing maybe? Well, sorry. . I'm not one for being fake. Every word of that sentence is correct. But I've grown used to it being the truth. And it doesn't bother me as much anymore, because I honestly love the peace and quiet that comes with being ignored constantly. That comes from being reclusive.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not the emo girl, who sits in the corner, unhappy because no one will talk to her. At least I haven't been that girl since I was in the seventh grade. Because before then, I had tons of friends. That is, until someone told them what happened, and then every one started judging me and I stopped trying. It became a hassle, and a pain in the ass to continually try for a bunch of worthless friends, who didn't deserve to know me. And please, don't mistake that for cockiness. If you had lived my life, you'd agree.

Anyways, back to Forks. The new bane of my existence.

My mother Renee recently remarried. A very atrocious man at that. Just another guy with money, who will spoil her, and load her up on more drugs and booze, until one of them grows tired of the other and they end it. She claims it's love this time, that it's really going to last, but she said that about the last five boyfriends. Five being the number of men she's dated this year alone. However, I was surprised to see that she'd married this one. But still, we'll see how long this one lasts.

That is.. if I ever see her again.

You see, I'm in Forks because my mom moved somewhere else with her new man candy, and she told me that I could either go with them or get lost. And I sure as hell was not about to go with them. Especially since I was actually given a choice. So she told me if not, then to come here, and live with my father until I'm legally old enough to be on my own. Only problem is. . well, he hates me just as much. He's partly the reason that I've become so reclusive as well, and distant from everyone on the planet.

I guess I should tell you a little bit more of my story huh? Well first, let me start off with my name so you won't refer to me as that girl the whole time. My name's Isabella Swan. I prefer Bella and on occasion I've been called Izie. I like the second one better, there's just no one to call me that. So I stick with Bella. Maybe I'll change that with the new location. Ok. . sorry, off track. See. . I'm not totally emo and repulsive.

So Forks. Where my biological father lives. He's the chief of police there, in the rainy, overgrown, little town located in Washington. We haven't had much of a relationship in the past four years. Not since the summer before my seventh grade year of middle school. You see, it all started when I was invited to one of the neighbor's kid's parties the night before I left to visit my father, for my usual one week, during mid-summer. There was a bunch of kids there from school, and we were all enjoying ourselves in the basement of the house. Then some of the kids decided that they wanted to play a game of spin the bottle. You know how it is at that age right? Every one is excited to play, and the girls squeal and act all shy suddenly. And the boys gather in a corner right before the game to do their five minute freak out of nervousness before acting all "cool". So after all of that, we came together in a circle and started playing. And with my stroke of luck, I'd be designated first spinner, because everyone else was too chicken. Plus, out of all my friends, I actually had guts. And who did it happen to land on? A girl. And not just any girl. But the most beautiful girl any one in the upcoming seventh grade year had ever seen.

Are you catching on yet?

Well you see, that's where I froze. Because it had landed on a girl. And I became extremely nervous and extremely tense, thinking I'd have to kiss this girl. It's no secret that every single boy from our class had a crush on her, and then me, the most out spoken and daring girl from our grade, had landed on her. When you're that age, no one thinks about their sexual orientation. Everyone but me that is. Because out of every girl in that room, and I'm sure out of every boy in that room as well, I was the only person who thought it was possible to like someone of the same gender as myself. But it didn't mean I was going to willingly kiss some girl in front of all of my closest friends. And make them think otherwise of what I'd worked hard to maintain; being "straight" like all of them.

Before I even made a solid decision though, I felt someone pushing me towards this girl, and before I knew it, her lips were on mine. It wasn't even my decision or impulse to kiss her. It had turned out to be hers. She had pulled me in and kissed me. And everyone in the room began to say "eww" and "that's nasty". So in a flush of embarrassment, I left the party and ran down the street to my house. Not wanting to stay around and see the results of what had happened.

The next day, when I'd arrived in Forks, I cried to my father about what happened, and suddenly everything changed. He called my mother to tell her what I'd told him, and that he was disgusted by my "lifestyle" away from Forks. Then he started to ignore me, and my mother started to care less and less about what she let me see of her own lifestyle. Claiming that if I was "old enough to be gay", then I was old enough to see her trash her own life. Except, of course, she put it a bit differently towards the end there.

I bet you're wondering how I ended up in Forks then, aren't you? You see, my mother called my father, and told him the news, and fed him some lie about them moving and that she didn't want me living a lifestyle of constant travel while I was in school still. He agreed, begrudgingly, to take me in until I graduated and became of age for living on my own. So I'm currently on a bus, on my way to live with him. I haven't been here since the summer before seventh grade, when everything changed. And I haven't cared that I haven't been here either. But now I'm forced to make it my home for the next two years, until I graduate high school.

As I step off of the bus, I look around, and then head over to where they're pulling the luggage out, to retrieve my single duffle bag. Once I'm sure I have everything, and that I left nothing back in my seat, I head into the depot. Searching out a phone booth, I open the yellow pages and summon a cab to take me to Charlie, my father's, house.

The wait for the cab is over an hour long, so I sit outside of the bus depot rereading Seize the Day. Nothing could relate more right now, then this book. Once my cab arrives, I silently put my duffle into the trunk, and then climb into the back seat with my back pack. I give the cabby the address and then continue reading silently, only speaking to clarify directions for the driver.

Once I've arrived at Charlie's house, I sigh frustratingly and head up the rickety old steps onto the porch, after fetching my bag from the trunk and paying the driver. I grab for the key that I know is still hidden atop the door post, in a large groove that's out of view from watchful eyes. I unlock the door before replacing the key, then I head up to my old childhood bedroom and deposit my stuff. There's a haphazardly placed note sitting on top of the dusty desk, signed by Charlie himself. Oh how thoughtful. I roll my eyes at my silent, sarcastic comment.

Isabella,

Your room is how you've left it. You'll need to clean it up. I'll be working late, so I'll see you tomorrow evening. I've already enrolled you into Forks High. You'll start tomorrow. I don't know what money your mother left you with, but I put twenty dollars on the kitchen counter, in case you became hungry. You have two weeks to find a job.

Charlie.

Thanks dad! I scoff and crumble the note. Leave it to Charlie to give me his "oh-so-warm" introduction in a note, and order that I clean up my room and find a job as well. Trust me, I'd rather have a job so I can be out of this hell hole for as long as possible every day.

Sighing once more at the situation I'm now in, I head down stairs in search of some kind of cleaning product to sanitize my bedroom, not knowing what could be in there. I spend the rest of the evening cleaning and unpacking, and then my stomach begins to groan in protest at my lack of consuming food at all today. I finish up with my duffle bag, and then grab my back pack and book. As I make my way through the house, I detour to the kitchen and grab the money he mentioned he left. I don't need it, but he doesn't know that either. I make my way out of the house and start towards town in search of a place to eat.

A/N- So here it is. Too heavy? Too much? Wanna read more? I swear it won't always seem this emo. This is a completely different version of our girl Isabella. And truth be told, it's only because I couldn't find a creative way to make it a happy ending with her parents. So I decided to make it easier from the get-go and make her relationship with them broken.

I have ten chapters written for this story already. I'll probably post every 2-3 weeks, so that I hopefully don't run out of material and end up leaving you guys hanging like I do on my Spashley stories. The chapters do get longer, but not by much.

Up next - Alice's Introduction.