I really really hate hospitals but I just had to cut my right hand open in the art room on my last official day of school in Arizona. The school nurse couldn't take care of it because it needed stitches and she wasn't allowed to do that here in a high school. The hand that I cut had a line going around it like an old faded henna tattoo. When I was younger I use to pretended that they were words now I know they were just blob of a birth mark on my arm; the only thing that worried me was the blobs seemed to get darker as days passed.

"Isabella Swan!" a nurse from behind me called.

"That's me." I called turning around.

"Follow me." they said which I did. She led me to a room that had two doors on either side of it. One that we came through and one that led to the coral for the doctors and beside that door was a row of cabinets that have all the medical supplies kept in them. There was a bed and two chairs to the side of it and a TV hanging of the wall. The nurse made me sit down on the bed. Renee who had followed us sat in a chair and watched as the nurse took my blood pressure and checked some other stuff. "The doctor will be in shortly." The nurse replied in a stiff manor.

Once the nurse was gone Renee started in on me. "Isabella you know if your depr—"

"Mom I am not depressed. I don't want to kill myself. It was a freak accident you know. You've had some of them two. Need I remind you about the pottery incident from three years ago?" I replied taking the remote and turning on the TV so I didn't have to listen to her. She was a bit ticked off that I was moving in with Charlie, I was only doing it so she could travel with Phil and stop complaining about being stuck at home.

The doctor didn't come in until a half hour later. The bleeding from my hand had stopped thankfully a few minutes after I was put in the room. He stitched up my hand after declaring that no severe damage was done. He gave me a prescription for some pain killers but as soon as we were out of the hospital Renee ripped it out of my room stating that no daughter of hers was going to become a drug addict. I just rolled my eyes and climbed into the car glad for once that I was going to be moving in with Charlie in a few days.

"Don't forget to finish packing your things Isabella. You can't leave it last minute like last time."

"You pick now to be responsible." I replied climbing the stairs. I was really agitated with her because my whole life growing up it was like I was the parent she meets Phil and noting changes she only got worse. What she didn't know is that I packed all my bags and boxes already. I only had a few things left out because they were my carry on for the plane.

I went to sleep and didn't eat dinner that night. I slept quite peacefully. I had school the next day only because I had a final and if it wasn't for that test I would be gone.

The next morning I had to rush to get to school so I could clean out my locker and return the books that I had left at home the previous day. Thankfully I was able to use my mom's car to get to school. Unfortunately she wouldn't let Phil her new husband to buy her a new one. So I drove an old and green rusted out dodge neon, that held a high emotional value for her. I parking space that had shiny cars on either side of it, it felt like one of those 'what does not belong' questions.

Right across from me and right in front of school was who you could describe as my arch enemy if I were a super hero. My arch enemy's name was Jackie Stanley. She was the only daughter of a plastic surgeon and move to Arizona from California a year ago. She rose quickly through the ranks of high school popularity because of the money her dad allowed her two throw around.

"Well if it isn't suicidal Isabella. I thought you were supposed to be locked up in the crazy house?" she said to me as I walked pass. She got the sinkers from her 'fans' like she wanted.

"No you see the difference from suicidal and accident is the fact I didn't want to kill myself like you want to do or did I read your blog wrong." I replied back.

"I do not want to kill myself."

"Then why did you say you would die if your dad couldn't get you into the 'The Last Airbender' premiere to see Jackson." I replied back and then added. "I actually don't think you would be his type. I think he would prefer a real blond instead of a bottle blond."

I walked away after hearing her stutter. I smirked to myself and then walked into the class and handed my books back to the teacher. She had something she wanted to give me but had a test she needed to give to the other students. I sat at a desk in the back of the room so I wouldn't disturb her as she gave instructions. Fifty minutes later the bell rang and student's started to grumble that they hadn't finished. I smile inside when one of them was Jackie.

I waited until the class had cleared out before walking over to her.

"Sorry that took longer than I thought it would." She replied.

"That's fine." I replied. "But what did you need?"

"I wanted to give you this." She said holding out a old book. "It is a French version of 'Pride and Prejudice'. I thought you might like it."

"Thank you how much was it?"

"I found it at a garage sale and bought it for twenty-five cents. I don't think the seller knew what the true value of it was."

"You could get a lot of money for this why give it to me?" I asked.

"Because I didn't buy that book for how much money I could get for it." She said. "I bought it because you are one of my best students and probably the only one who understands all the meanings of this book. Not just sisters looking for love."

"Thank you." I said.

I left her room not long after that because the next class had started to file in. I stopped by my locker and cleaned it out. I took the few books I hadn't turned in yet over to the office and dropped them off. I took one last glance at the school and walked back to my mom's rusted out car, thankful that I would be going to Charlie's tomorrow.

I got home at noon. The house was quiet when I walked in so I figured Mom and Phil weren't home. I was glad to have the house to myself for a while. I made some pizza rolls and ate them before I went to my room and checked my bags once again so I didn't have to rush tomorrow. I was playing on my computer when I heard the front door being slam down stairs.

"Where did you go?" I asked coming down the stairs.

"I had to go shopping for things Phil and I needed for our trip."

"Oh." I said. "My flight is at eleven tomorrow."

"I know that. Do you have everything you need packed up and ready to go?" she replied.

"Yes. I have checked my bags twice in the past two hours now."

"You know you don't have to go."

"Mom stop trying to get me to stay. I want to live with Dad. I really do not want to go on a road trip with you and Phil or hear you complain about how much you miss him okay."

"We are having Chinese tonight." She replied taking us away from the subject of my moving. "Oh how is your hand?"

"Fine almost like it never happened when I redressed it this morning."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"The cut just looks like a pink line. The stitches are still there but I'll have Dad take me to the doctor there to have it checked out." I replied.

"I don't care let me see."

I took my hand and un-wrapped my hand to let Renee see it. The line was now just a faint pink and would surely be gone by the time I reached Charlie's. I knew my stitches had to come out now. Renee also knew that and dragged me out to the car and took me to the emergency room. Man I hate the hospital. We had to wait over an hour because there was nothing seriously wrong with me. The doctor literally laughed at me when I said that I needed stitches taken out. The stopped laughing when I showed my arm. Before he took the stitches out he asked about my birth mark. "What's this?" he asked running a finger along the birth mark, I told him that it was just a birth mark. He took the stitches out, mom set up the payment plan and we left.

I took a few Tylenols when we got home I went straight to bed. I woke up late the next morning to my mother screaming for me to wake up. Dam alarm clock I mumbled to myself. It hadn't gone off like it was supposed to. I got down stairs with out—surprisingly—tripping. I ate a few pop tarts straight from the packaging before my mom made me get into the car so they could take me to the airport.

Getting to the airport took longer than normal because of an accident on the free way. Renee tried talking me into staying again but I told her that I was going again. I walked onto the plane with my carryon. I took my seat and put my ear buds in so I didn't have to talk with the elderly woman with bad perfume that sat next to me.

I landed in Seattle then got onto the smaller plane for Port Angeles. I got my bags from the convertor belt when I landed and went to find Charlie. He wasn't hard to find at all. The man in a police uniform standing next to a cop car with Forks printed on this side kind of gave him away.

"Hey Bella." He greeted when he spotted me.

"Hi Dad."

"How's Renee?" he asked.

"Fine. She tried talking me into staying a few times but that was to be expected." I replied.

He grabbed my bags and put them in the trunk. I climbed in the passenger seat. He climbed into the driver side. We were quiet on our drive up to Forks. Neither of us were talkative people. I am glad that Isabella came to stay with me. I heard. "You say something?" I asked.

"No why?"

"I just felt like I heard you say something" I lied.

"Oh." He replied keeping his eyes on the road.

It wasn't long before that I seen the welcome to Forks sign. It was only ten minutes after that when we were pulling up to the two story white house that I use to spend my summer in. I got out of the car he grabbed my bags and led me into the house. It was the same; a lineup of my school pictures on the mantel, battered table and chairs in the yellow kitchen, two bedrooms and one bathroom up stairs. My room looked the same except for the old blanket was replaced with a blue one. He put my bags on the floor and left me to myself. That was a good thing about Charlie he didn't hover—Renee didn't hover much either but she did bug me more than he ever did.

I grabbed the bag with my clothes and put them away. I took my books and put them on a shelf along with some pictures I had brought. I got my school bag ready for tomorrow. I took my bathroom things and put them in there. After I was done with putting things up I went downstairs where Charlie said he ordered pizza for dinner. I told him to let me know when it got there and went back up stairs. I stayed up their listing to a band Phil said I should listen to until Charlie called me downstairs because the pizza was there. We ate in silence.

He stayed up to watch a game and was gone before I woke up the next morning. I had no way of getting to school now; I started to cuss up a storm in my head wondering how I was going to get to school. I walked into the kitchen and there was nothing to eat for breakfast I went back up stairs and found my school bag. I better get to walking if I was ever going to get to school.

I walked out of the house locking the door behind me. Double checking to make sure it was locked all the way. I hadn't even looked out at the drive way yet which I should have done if the first place because a car obviously use because it was an older model was parked right in the middle of it. I walked closer to check it out. It was a mustang. I couldn't see the all too familiar horse on grill from where I was on the porch. There was also a note tucked underneath the wiper blade. I picked it up.

It was from Charlie.

Bella,

This Mustang is a coming home gift for you. I've had it stored up for years and never had the cash to restore it. But I had it done this summer as a Christmas gift for you but it wasn't ready in time so I am giving it to you know. Hope you like the car and please take care of it.

~Dad

I climbed into the car and tossed my bag on to the passenger seat. I pulled up to the school with almost no one in the parking lot so I go a spot close to the buildings. The few cars that were in the lot I assumed belonged to teachers because I was kind of early so I could get my schedule. I grabbed it and went to my car to study it and the map they gave me with it.