Finally, I was boarding the plane to Forks. I know that to most people that it wouldn't be ideal, but in my case it was. My mom was starting to smother me. She was watching everything I did everything I ate. I couldn't stand it anymore. I told her it was because of Phil, because she needed to be happy with him. Travel and be happy. Luckily, she believed me. Thank GOD. So now, I'm boarding a plane on my way to Forks, Washington, the rainiest place in America, from Phoenix, Arizona.

"Honey, are you sure you want to do this? You know that you don't have to! You're free to travel with me and Phil, or I'd be happy to stay home with you!"

"Mom, I'm sure. You need alone time with Phil. And plus, I haven't seen Charlie in ages." I said. Oh god. Please let this work.

"Okay sweetie… Be good. And don't forget to eat! I'm going to come visit you and if you aren't eating then there will be consequences!"

"Uhh.. Okay mom. Love you!"

"Now boarding flight 238 to Seattle, Washington." Said the mechanical voice over the intercom.

"Bye honey. Call me as soon as you land!"

"Okay mom!"

I found Charlie waiting for me easily at the Baggage Claim in Port Angeles. He looked the same as he did four years ago- reddish-brown hair, freckles, and a crinkly smile.

"Hey Bells! How was your flight?"

"Hey Char-er-dad. Great! Thanks for taking me in!" Just as I said this my stomach grumbles. I hope that Charlie doesn't hear it. I remember him as not being very observant. Please have that be right.

"No problem. Oh! Are you hungry?"

"No. I'm fine."

"Oh. Okay." That was easy. I like Forks already. I had already gotten all of my bags at this point so we went outside to his cruiser. I had forgotten about that. I hate his cruiser. Nothing slows down traffic like a police car. Here comes a long drive to Forks.

"Hey Bells… What do you want for dinner?" Charlie asked when we got home. It was around 6. Dinner time.

"I'm not that hungry Ch-Dad. I had a lot of those little snacks on the airplane. Thanks though anyways. I'll just go upstairs and unpack."

"No problem. I'll watch the game." I went upstairs with a great feeling. Hunger. I loved it here. I loved the empty feeling in my stomach that I hadn't felt for so long. I wrote in my journal.

Dear journal,

I love Forks. It's too green, and too cold. But Charlie's unobservant and I haven't eaten a bite today. The plane ride wasn't eventful. Neither was the car ride.

Intake--- Breakfast- oatmeal: 110 calories

Lunch- half a disgusting airport hotdog: 250 calories maybe?

Dinner- Nothing D

Don't worry though journal. I purged that disgusting piece of shit up. My mom didn't give me a chance to purge the oatmeal though. I'm sorry. I'm a pig. I did 300 sit-ups though. Please forgive me.

Oh! Charlie bought me a car!!! How fucking SICK is that?! Its really old but still… It was free! Omfg. It's a giant red truck. The kind you see at car wrecks with pieces of scrap metal of the other car around it… and its unscratched. Sweeeeet. I doubt it gets good gas milage though. Its like early 50's or something. Oh well. XOBella.

Oh joy. My first morning of school. Great. I checked in with the office. The secretary gaped at me for about five minutes before finally getting my schedule out of her files. The chief of police's flighty ex-wife's daughter returned to Forks after seventeen years. I guess I'm going to English.

Hm, people, well, boys, seem to like me here. Erik, an overly helpful, chess club type of boy seems to like me already. He has greasy, slicked back, black hair. He's tall, but not at all muscular, just thin, and gangly. He also is in serious need of some proactive.

Then, there's Mike. Mike seems to not know when to stop. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't like guys, I'm just not in a position for a relationship, or anything for that matter, right now. Well, Mike follows me around. So far today, he has walked me to every class, even if it's across the campus, walked me to my car once when I forgot a book, and walks me to my locker between classes. It's out of freaking control. Mikes cute too, blonde, muscular, tall. Just annoying. Jesus. Well, off to lunch. I guess I'll be sitting with Mike and Erik. I met some girls too. I think their names are Jessica, Angela, and Lauren. My only problem will be matching the names to the faces. Oh well. I "forgot" my lunch money.

Me and Jessica were just talking aimlessly. I think it was Jessica. About 5'0", black frizzy hair. Pretty sure. That's when I saw them. Five of them. Sitting there. Not eating.

"Who are they?" I asked. Are they a clique maybe? They're all so beautiful. They don't eat? I could sit with them and I wouldn't have to come up with explanations… I mean, they're all so perfect looking that they could have eating disorders. Those fashion crazed, ballet, model, size 0. Except for maybe the big one. Not big like fat big. Big like muscular. 6'5" at least. But even he wasn't eating, which made me rule this out. Just then the most beautiful girl in my opinion got up and cleared her untouched apple and carton of milk. She danced to the trash can. She was probably 4'11", 85lbs, extremely thin, in a still attractive way though, with short, spiky, black hair.

There was still one other one though. A boy. He was about 6'2" with tousled bronze hair. He was amazingly gorgeous. I couldn't look away from him for a second, afraid that if I did, that he would disappear, and not be real. He was so beautiful.

"Them?" She asked. Pointing to the table. "They're the Cullen's. Dr. Cullen works at the hospital, and his wife wanted to live in a small town. All their kids are adopted or something. They're all dating too!" I felt relief. As beautiful as they all were, they were clearly new, and outsiders. Just like me. It felt nice to compare myself to creatures this godlike.

"Who's the one with the bronze-ish hair?"

"That is Edward Cullen. Don't get your hopes up though. He doesn't date." I tried to suppress a smirk. When did he turn her down? "The girl who just cleared is Alice Cullen and they blonde boy who was next to her is Jasper Hale, her boyfriend. The blonde girl who looks like a sports-illustrated model is Rosalie Hale, and her boyfriend Emmet Cullen is the hot muscular one. How gorgeous are all of them? Edward, Emmet, and Alice are all siblings, and Carlisle, their adoptive father, took them in, because he's really their uncle or something. I guess their parents died in a car crash, and Rosalie and Jasper are twins that they legally adopted from an orphanage when they were both 13." Only in Forks, Washington would a classmate know this entire story. I internally groaned.

"None of them eat." I stated. Simply.

"I know. It's weird. Everyone thinks they're weird like anorexics or something. But as you can obviously see, Emmett's not. We don't know why they don't. Nobody even notices anymore."

"Oh" was all I could say. The rest of lunch, I kept my mind off my tumbling stomach my going through my schedule, debating which class I hoped I had with Edward more. Biology or PE. We all know this answer. But with my luck I won't have either class. Great. Oh well.

Mike walked me to Biology class too.

My. God.

I stepped inside, had the teacher sign my slip, and went to sit down at the empty chair that he pointed out to me. I heart somone slide into the chair next to me and turned to see who it was.