The Song of Twilight

by hpfan96

Beca Mitchell's world had just imploded. She wanted to be left alone. It should be known by now that moving to Forks was not how someone gets left alone. How does a self-declaired emotionally unavailable individual survive their junior year when there is a literal goddess staring them down everywhere they go?

1. Chapter 1

Her world was over. Completely. How had she ended up here? A few months ago her life was as close to idyllic as she could manage and she had plans for her future. Now? Now her world was falling apart.

Beca Mitchell. 16-year-old daughter of Jane Mitchell, soon-to-be-junior in high school and aspiring music producer. That was who she was before this whole mess started. Now? Now her mom was gone and she was being shipped off to who knows where because of her lousy run-away dad who decided she didn't 'fit in' with his new family.

Beca Mitchell. 16-year-old daughter of the late Jane Mitchell. That was who she was now. Late Jane Mitchell. Late. Meaning dead. Gone. Lost. Beca's world had fallen apart, and she was somehow meant to pick herself back up again and keep going.

How?

It had happened during the summer between her sophomore and junior year of high school, and now, with the new school year right around the corner, she was no less alone. Her dad, being the awesome dad he was, had declined parental responsibility and allowed Beca to be sent to live with her moms sister who just so happened to live in a town literally no one had heard of. Forks. Somewhere in Washington State?

Her aunt had a daughter around her age, Jessica, someone who she knew she would never get on well with. She was all about boys, and fashion, whereas Beca's sole interest was music. Making it, listening to it, occasionally singing when no one else was around to hear. Before her mom died she had plans, dreams, that they were going to make happen. Her mom was her rock, and now she was flailing just trying to stay standing. Of course, Beca being Beca refused to acknowledge her emotions outwardly, trying to give off the impression of being OK so that everyone would leave. Her. Alone.

"I'm sorry for your loss, I hope you're OK."

"I'm here if you need anything."

"Your mom was a wonderful person, I can't imagine what you're going through."

So many people saying so many things that just made things worse. So, instead of letting someone be the shoulder she could cry on, Beca avoided people as much as she could. Until she had to start at her new school of course. Fork's High would never let the new girl lay low.