Summary: Bella has moved to Forks to live her dad, while her mom is traveling the world. She finds a book in an attic and becomes obsessed with it. The book is about a vampire coven, the Cullens, and Bella falls in love with one of the characters. But suddenly, by accident, she gets trapped in the book.

''Bella, I'm home!'' Charlie called as the sound of the door closing could be heard.

''In the kitchen, dad!'' I called back, continuing to stir the spaghetti. I looked towards the doorframe and saw Charlie walking into the kitchen, a smile on his face.

''It smells good inhere, Bells.'' He said.

''Thanks. Dinner should be ready just about…now, actually.'' I said, moving the pot to the sink to remove the water.

Charlie made sure the bills were paid so we had warm water and electricity. I made sure the house was clean and we had breakfast, lunch and dinner, so we wouldn't go around starving. My mom, Renée, made sure to live her life fully as she traveled the world with her new and rich husband, Phil. I knew she wasn't with him because of the money- though, I was sure the money helped a bit when it came to the 'I do' part. And even though Phil was younger than her, I was glad that she was happy. Both of my parents were pretty down after their divorce. Renée loved Charlie, but she hated living in rainy Forks. Charlie loved his job as Chief Swan, and therefore Renée wouldn't let him quit his job to make her happy

A divorce might sound a big drastic because of such a small thing, but there were other things. Charlie always came home late and barely had time to see us. Forks was a small and save town, but Seattle wasn't and sometimes they would have to go down there. He was also huge on fishing and watching sports, – typical guys – while Renée wanted someone who would party and travel with her. She was energetic and free spirited. Compared to her, Charlie was lazy and relaxed. They had completely different personalities and wanted different things. And their love wasn't exactly the strongest in the world. And though their divorce was a mutual agreement, Charlie never really got over Renée – the reason for why he was back home to watch sports alone, again, instead of going out on a date.

When Renée decided to travel the world she thought I would be frilled and into the idea. But I wasn't like her. I was more like Charlie. I wouldn't mind seeing the world, but I didn't want to change school every week or month nor get a private tutor. So I moved in with Charlie instead. I didn't visit him often after the divorce – Renée got custody, but she didn't keep me from Charlie or anything, but let me visit him whenever he or I wanted. But when it was just shy me and never-know-what-to-say Charlie, it got somewhat uncomfortable visiting. It wasn't as uncomfortable to move in as I thought it would be, though. Charlie worked mostly and I had started Forks High junior year, so I had homework to keep me busy, when I wasn't reading or listening to music or talking with Renée.

''How was work?'' I asked, as I put the spaghetti and sauce on the table and began to fill the two plates I had already set.

''Fine.'' He said. I put his plate in front of him and he began to eat. I filled a plate of my own, before I sat across from him and ate myself. ''By the way.'' He started, taking a sip from his cup. ''I talked with Billy today. You remember Billy Black, right?'' He asked.

''Yeah. He's Rebecca and Rachel's dad, right?'' I asked.

''He has a son too, you know.'' He chuckled.

''Jacob, right?'' I asked.

Jacob Black was Rebecca and Rachel's little brother – I often played with the twins when I came to visit Charlie. Jacob was a year younger than me and he would always try and play with us. I remember him trying to kiss me once, much to my disgust – I saw Jacob as my own little brother, and you did not want your brother trying to kiss you. I knew he had a crush on me when we were younger, but I was sure he was over it. Boys would crush on girls that were older than them, then get over them when they grew up and got some sense into their heads. I knew Charlie would absolutely love it if I started dating Jacob. Whenever I came to visit he would always compliment how Jacob was doing well in school or how he was good at fishing – that sort of stuff. He even tried bringing him up when I first moved here, but I was pretty good at dodging the subject.

''You two were so cute together.'' Charlie said, grinning. He wasn't exactly the master of subtle hints.

''I don't remember him very well. How are the twins?'' I asked. He frowned, possibly sad about me changing the subject – again.

''Rachel is in college and apparently Rebecca married after high school and is living somewhere in Hawaii with her new husband.'' He told. ''A shame, really. Marrying at such a young age. And she was really smart, too. Dropping college like that…not a wise choice.'' He said.

''Dad, if you're hinting that you don't want me to drop school for a guy, then don't worry. I'm not going to let anyone ruin my plans.'' I said, finishing my food and standing to put my plate in the sink.

''What are your plans?'' He asked, filling his plate with more food.

''I'm going to finish high school, head off to college and major in literature. Then maybe become an editor seeing as I love books but don't have enough imagine to write one, but I have enough experience and knowledge to clean one up for spelling mistakes and things like that.'' I shrugged.

''That's what you want to be? An editor?'' Charlie questioned, frowning.

''Yeah.'' I shrugged again. ''I mean, why not? It seems like a good job if you ask me. And it sort of fits me.'' I said.

''You could do much better than an editor, Bells. You could become a scientist or doctor or…therapist or a…lawyer, maybe. You're pretty stubborn. I think you would make an excellent lawyer.'' He said.

''Dad. I'm not going to let anyone ruin my plans.'' I repeated, giving him a both stubborn and stern look.

''Alright, alright.'' He sighed. ''I'm heading down to La Push, tomorrow, by the way. You should come along.'' He said.

''I'll considered it.'' I murmured.

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