Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight and I never will :( The characters all belong to Stephanie Meyer.

A/N So here we are again. My second Fanfiction. I know the plot is a bit unusual but I hope you all like it. I came up with it the other day while in the shower, lol :D Just to let you know the basics, Bella grew up with her mum in Phoenix until she moved, age 13 to Forks to live with her father, as Renee never had any time for her :( She finished high school with her best friend Alice Greenwood when she decided to become an English teacher in Forks. She trained and became a fully qualified teacher at Forks high school, were she studied as a student. She is now 23. Edward grew up in Seattle with his family, Esme and Carlisle, his parents and his big brother, decided to follow his dad and trained to become a doctor in Seattle but ended up moving to Forks and working in Forks Community hospital. He's 25. Now I'm really not a big fan of long ANs, so let's go!

BPOV

I jolted up and out of bed, the alarm clock's determined bleeping piercing my eardrums. This was how I had gotten up every morning since I had left high school - the 7:30am awakening being my constant reminder that I didn't have Mr. Perfect gently waking me up, lightly whispering my name... I always dreaded getting up, as there was never anything to look forward to. Some mornings I lay in bed, contemplating going to work or not, but ended up giving over as reality got the better of me. No job, no money you silly. I sighed, walked out of my bedroom and into the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I made a failed first attempt to sort out the chocolate brown birds nest on my head. In the end I had it sorted though, and my long hair looked presentable enough. I gave myself a weak, half-hearted smile before picking up my toothbrush and brushing my teeth. I never really bothered with make-up any more, I didn't really see the point. It wasn't like I had anyone to wear it for...

I subconsciously looked to my watch and was alarmed by the time. How was it already 7:50?! I must have been daydreaming for at least 10 minutes! I ran back into my room and frantically searched for something vaguely interesting to wear. I came up with a pale green blouse and some light blue skinny jeans. How inventive. I then ran into the living room of my clean apartment to grab my purse and head through the door. Something stopped me though; I noticed an unusually large pile of mail on my floor mat and stuffed it into my bag to read in the cab.

There were two reasons that I always got a cab to get to work instead of getting the bus. One, that I didn't want to run into one of my students on public transport, and two, I had been receiving a considerable amount of money from my mother, Renee, because of her famous Phoenix job, I was rarely short of money. The Forks taxi service knew me well, so as soon as I murmured my name through the phone, they were on their way. It wasn't actually much of a wait but it felt like an eternity since I was already running late. The silver cab arrived and I quickly hopped in. Luckily I was picked up by one of the drivers who wasn't as talkative, because I wasn't really in the mood for a full blown conversation. My journey to work usually took a good 10 minutes so I would inevitably be at least 5 minutes late for work. I was thankful though, because it gave me a decent amount of time to rummage through my mail.

I glanced at the first envelope, it was from American Express. Nothing to do with my bank even vaguely interested me, and I really wanted to look at something more exciting. The next one looked more promising, a letter from my aunt, Jess. I had always admired my aunt- she grew up with no support for her career choice, but nevertheless she left home and followed her dream. She now trained as an athlete in Jamaica, working with hugely experienced sprinters and she loves it. But this postcard wasn't from Jamaica, it was from Cuba. It said:

"Dear my beautiful Bella,
How are you? I haven't seen you since you left high school; can you believe it! I hope your teaching
job in forks is going well. I'm having a blast here in Cuba, you should join me - there are so many cute
guys! I know it's only next door for me but it's nice to get away from Mike at last! That lying, cheating
bastard..."

If there was one thing I knew about Jess, It was that she was always very forward.

"I've met this really sweet guy called Joel who's here on holiday from Jamaica too! We're spending so
much time together, it's like he really cares about me, you know? I've got to go now though, I have a
date to attend! Love you lots Bells and speak to you soon,

(Aunty) Jess"

She always put the 'aunty' in brackets. I think it's because I've always thought of her as a best friend before an aunt. It was so nice to hear from her, I missed our girly hang out days and I really wanted to see her again. I sighed thoughtfully and moved onto my next piece of mail. Bills, bills, and bills. Boring. There was one letter left though. I looked at the sender, 'Science USA'. What? What did I have to do with science? I was an English teacher! I nearly regarded it as spam and left it, but curiosity got the better of me. I cautiously opened the letter. I must have looked so stupid, it wasn't like it was going to jump out at me. Here it goes, I thought as I began reading the mysterious letter.

A/N: Sooooo? What do y'all think? Good? I'm fairy certain that it's better than After Breaking Dawn... The chapters are a tincy bit longer. Continue? No? Because I definitely have some gooood ideas! (obviously involving Edward!) Well, review, review, review! They mean SO much to me.

See ya,

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