Disclaimer - Twilight belongs to the wonderful, talented, Stephanie Meyer. Sadly, the characters are not mine.

This story is my first ever fan-fiction, I hope it's okay.

This first chapter is a lot like the first chapter of Twilight and I'm sorry about that.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy.


I'll Be Your Tutor

Chapter 1: A New School

"Bella, are you sure about this?" my mother asked me, worry entered her expression.

"Mom, I'll be fine," I promised her for around the hundredth time. I was moving to live with my dad, Charlie, after my mom got re-married. "I'll call you tonight."

"Say hello to Charlie for me will you?" I nodded and turned towards the gateway to board the plane.

"Sure. Take care, mom," I hated seeing my mother upset, especially over something to do with me.

"See you, sweetie," she leaned down to place a kiss on the top of my head. I sighed, picked up my cases and boarded the plane.

I was going to a small town called Forks, a little place that rained basically every day. I wasn't used to that kind of weather, all my life I had lived with my mom in Phoenix and visiting my dad for a week during Spring Break. In the last couple of years, I hadn't seen my father, my mom found herself a new husband, called Phil, and he worked a lot, keeping me home to look after my mother while he was away. Recently, he had been working in different countries, keeping my mother home to look after me. I knew it made her sad to stay away from him; so that's why I decided to move in with Charlie.

After traveling for six hours – even though it seemed to last longer – I met up with Charlie, leaning against his car. Charlie had never been a talkative person, he enjoys his own company and doesn't mind being alone; I think that's why he hasn't found another woman since he divorced my mom.

"Hey dad," I greeted him; I wasn't allowed to call him by his name to his face.

He reached out and gave me a hug. "It's nice to see you, Bella. How's Renée?" he asked me. I walked towards the passenger door as he fumbled around for his keys.

"Oh, Renée's good. She's really looking forward to seeing Phil again. He comes back next weekend," I explained. I looked over to Charlie as he started to drive away. I never really knew what to say to Charlie, I could tell that he didn't like talking about Renée and Phil's relationship. It's time like these when I think that maybe me regrets ending things with her.

"Phil seems like a nice guy," he said in such a low voice that I wasn't sure if that's he said at all. I nodded my head awkwardly and turned in my seat, looking out the window at the place that is now my home. It seemed strange calling a place other than Phoenix my home; I'd lived there for all I could remember.

After a peaceful journey, we arrived and I noticed a rather large Red Chevy already parked outside one the driveway. I looked over to Charlie questionably and he returned my gaze.

"It's yours," he answered me unspoken question. "I didn't think you would like having to walk to school and back in the rain every day. I hope you like it."

My mouth hung open. "Thank you so much! I love it." I screamed slightly too loudly as I jumped out the car towards the truck.

"You're welcome," he grumbled back. He collected my bags out of the backseat and took them into the house. I followed behind slowly heading up the stairs after him. The house hadn't changed since I'd visited last. When my mother lived here – when I was too young to remember the whole story – she had painted the kitchen yellow and the hallways green; nothing had changed there.

"Well I'll let you unpack your things," my dad broke the silence we had been holding. He opened the door to my bedroom and placed my bags in the middle before heading back to the door.

"Thanks," I whispered, properly too quiet for him to even hear. I sighed, and glanced around the room. Exactly the same as before, I guess some things never change.

Unpacking all my belongings I noticed the time; half past six. I had totally lost track of time. I closed the wardrobe door and ran down the stairs, somehow managing not to trip over anything on my way down – I have never had a good sense of balance. Just as I pasted the door of the kitchen, Charlie stuck his head around the living room doorway.

"Hey Bells," he greeted me. He gave me that nickname when I was a little girl and I had never been keen on it. I always thought it made me sound like a small dog or something. "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah, I guess," I answered him. The truth is, I didn't really feel like eating and all I wanted to do was go to bed – but with it being only half-past six, I decided against it. "Do you want me to cook? It's the least I can do." To be honest, I felt really guilty that Charlie bought me a car; the money he makes from his job goes towards the food that he puts on the table. I didn't know how much the truck cost him, but it couldn't have cheap.

"You really don't have to if you don't want to. I'm quite capable of cooking, I have been doing it for nearly twelve years," he laughed. "But I bet your cooking is a lot better than mine. Go ahead," he gestured towards the kitchen with his hands.

When I opened the fridge, I was welcomed to tons of frozen fish, "Well I guess fish is on the menu." I mumbled to myself.

After cooking and setting down to plates of fish and potatoes, I poured two glasses of milk and called for Charlie.

"This looks great, Bella," he complimented as he pulled out a chair to sit down. I smiled in return and began to eat.

"I'm going to call it a night. Big day tomorrow, first day of a new school and all that," I explained as I stumbled up the stairs. I was totally dreading tomorrow and all the people I had to meet.

I went over to the computer in the corner of my bedroom and opened my e-mails. I had one off my mom, she was worried about me already and I'd only been away a few hours. The nightmare starts here, I thought to myself as thoughts of my mother e-mailing and calling me to check up on my progress every day slipped into my mind.

After replying and switching off the computer, I got changed and got into bed. Tomorrow properly won't be as bad as your thinking, my brain said. As I thought it over, I was just being stupid; so what, a few new kids coming up to me and asking me questions, maybe make some new friends. What's the worst that could happen? Nothing.

I had never been so wrong.


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