Ok so here it is, my new story. I have decided to base it in England to make it easier for me to write and maybe give the characters a little variety to their usual environment of Forks. However the place where this story is set is in the north of England and the rainfall there probably rivals that of Washington State.

I'm seriously going to try my best to keep this story going and I really want to try and finish one so I guess that's my aim (: In places the characters may seem slightly OOC but that's because I'm basing this story and their characters on real people and occurrences which have happened to me recently.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own twilight or any of its characters and plot lines. They all belong to the amazing Stephenie Meyer

Anyways I think I have said enough so I shall shut up now.

Chapter one – memories of the past

BPOV

It was another boring day. I followed the same routine day in day out; Get up for school, go to school, come home from school, do homework, eat, read and then sleep. I was currently doing the homework section of my day.

It wasn't as if I expected my life to be any different I was just average. I am one of the people who you walk past on the street and nothing about me gets noticed. My dull brown hair and matching eyes just blend in with the surroundings and people around.

It's not like I would want it any other way, the last thing I want is attention and that is the last thing I get. So I just live life the way you're supposed to – I get on with it.

So here I was sitting at my desk staring at my laptop screen, willing inspiration to come to me for a piece of English coursework. I had re-written the same sentence over and over not knowing how to put my thoughts down on the keypad.

I stared at the each letter on my work, falling into a sort of trance. Drumming my fingers along the keyboard I finally decided it was a lost cause and turned the screen off. Just as I did that there was a faint knock on my door.

"Come in." I walked over to the door and opened it to find my father standing uncomfortably outside - he only came into my room when he really had to.

"Erm your mum just sent me up to tell you that dinner is ready." Charlie gave me a brief smile before disappearing downstairs. He wasn't one to hover, and I loved him even more for it. I quickly closed my bedroom door and headed down the stairs into our kitchen. It wasn't so big because there was only the three of us. It was very bright room though; just like the rest of the house it had been painted light shades of yellows and creams to make the room seem bigger than it really was.

From what I smelt my mum's cooking lessons had been going alright, she may, at last, be able to cook something edible now. She had the tendency to add unneeded ingredients into meals trying to 'shake up' the flavours up a bit. Most of the time it ended up in disaster but she always managed to laugh about it afterwards.

That was my mum, she would make light of any situation given to make people feel more comfortable. When my mum wasn't round at the table my dad and I tended to stay silent but that's just how we are. I was very much like my dad I had inherited his clumsiness and the feeling of being comfortable on my own.

My dad worked as a policeman for the local force where as my mum was a classroom assistant at the village primary school. My parents had very different personalities but that's why they clicked. They were like a jigsaw whatever one wasn't the other one was. My mum was outgoing my dad was shy, my mum was contrary and my dad always made definite decisions. They sort of made up for the missing piece of each other.

They had me when they were young, my dad was a homeboy. He loved staying in the same place where as my mum wanted to travel. We started out living close to London but Renee soon saw that Charlie didn't really fit into city life they made the move up to Yorkshire where we lived now. It was a lot rainier and a lot hillier but it felt a more homely and somewhere to bring me up properly.

When we did move we left a lot of good friends behind though, one of them being my very best friend; Edward. From the very first day we saw each other we became instant buddies. It was in playgroup when we were both around three years old.

Flashback

It was my first day of playgroup With it being my first day I had asked mummy to tie my hair into bunchies, they rested just over my shoulders and tied at the bottom with pink ribbons. I had on my special denim skirt and white dolly shoes. Mummy even let me wear my princess t-shirt. I grabbed hold of her leg, looking around at all the other children playing and the mummies and daddies talking with one another.

It seemed that everybody had friends and if I went to go ask if I could play with them they would make fun of me. I held onto my mummy's leg tighter. "Bella honey, are you oksies?" Mummy crouched down so she was at my height. I shook my head. "What's wrong Bellsies? You were really excited this morning."

I looked into her eyes and felt mine fill with tears. A tear rolled down my cheek and mummy wiped it away with her sleeve. "Bella we can go home if you want to. But I thought you wanted to make some friends?" She rubbed my cheek with her finger and I smiled. "There we go princess, that's what I like to see" she smiled back at me. "Now what's wrong baby?"

I sniffed and looked away from her and glanced at the all the other children. "They won't wet me pway, and I don't want you to weave me on my own." I huffed.

"Bella of course they will let you play." She fingered my hair softly. "You just need to ask them first silly." Mummy laughed softly.

"But what about if they say no?" I asked. Another tear broke free and spilled down my face. My mum caught it and again swiftly wiped it away.

"They won't sweetie", I nodded quickly.

"But what happens if they is mean to me?" I twiddled with my ribbons at the end of my hair.

"They won't." She took my hands in hers and rubbed them tenderly. "How about we go find somebody for you to play with?"

"Having trouble letting her go?" Me and mummy both looked up to see a very pretty lady looking at us both. She had brown hair like me but it was lighter she had a pretty smile as well.

"We were just about to find someone for Bella to play with." My mother stood up but still held onto my hand.

"Oh Edward was looking to find somebody as well I think he's in the sandpit now though." I followed her eyes and looked at the boy she was staring lovingly at; he was on his own with plenty of sand piled around him.

"Aw Bella Edward seems to be on his own why don't you go play with him?" I looked at my mummy and nodded. Determined not to let the nerves get the better of me I started walking over to the sandpit.

"Wow that girl is on a mission now. My name is Esme by the way." I heard the pretty lady say.

I heard my mummy say something back to her but by now I was over by the sandpit looking at a boy my age. He had strange coloured hair I didn't even know a word to describe it because I had only learnt the simple colours. He did however have bright green eyes I knew this because he was now looking at me.

"Erm." I shuffled around and twisted my feet together. "Can I pway with you pwease?" I scrunched my eyes up preparing myself for a let down. I kept them shut for a long time and when I thought that Edward had run away I opened them up.

"BOO!" Edward yelled in my face, I screamed this being the only thing I could have done. "Ha ha ha you just screamed. I made you jump," He then started doing this little dance around me. Wiggling his bottom and waving his hands in the air. It made him look totally crazy but at least made me laugh.

"It's not my fault, you made me jump." I poked his arm.

"Why did you have your eyes closed?" He asked, turning his head to one side.

"I was scared that you would say no to me." I put my head down.

"Wow your face has gone red, how did you do that?" I shrugged; apparently it happened a lot to me. "You must be magic, I've never seen anyone's face change colour before. Wow your making it go even redder, try and make it blue." I squeezed my eyes shut and concentrated, without knowing I held my breath. "Wow wow wow you're blue!"

I smiled proudly, Edward was right - I must be magical! "Do you have a magical power?" I asked.

"Yeah! I can run really fast. Oh I have had the best idea ever!" He started jumping up and down. Edward then grabbed hold of my hands causing me to jump and down with him.

"What. What. What?" I giggled feeling my hair bounce up and down with me.

"Let's play superheroes!"

"Yeah!" I clapped my hands in excitement. "Oh we need to think of names for our heroes!"

"I don't even know your real name yet." Edward huffed.

"It's Isabewwa but my mummy and daddy call me Bewwa." I smiled at him.

"Bella? Well my name is Edward nice to meet you." He put his hand out and I remembered to shake it like what mummies and daddies do. "Now we can think of some superhero names!" I giggled at the enthusiasm in his voice.

"Wow don't they look cute." I looked up to see my mummy and Esme watching me and Edward.

"Bella and I are best friends." I looked at him and smiled.

"For ever and ever" I added on the end.

End of flashback

It had been a long time since I had thought of Edward and our past friendship.

"Bella can you please set the table for me." My mum came over and kissed the top of my head.

"Sure thing." I walked over to our kitchen table laying out knives and forks into our set places. "So what have you cooked for us tonight?" I asked my mum as she brought through some glasses.

"Roast chicken with rice but I decided to try it without the toffee this time."

"That sounds like a good improvement." I nodded.

I walked with the kitchen area to collect our plates of food which actually looked edible tonight. We all picked up our own meals and brought them to the table.

As we sat down I decided to start up the conversation for this evening. I took a deep breath before asking; "Have you heard much from the Cullens recently?" I looked down and cut my chicken.

"Apart from the annual Christmas card not really. It's a real shame we were very close especially you and Edward. I remember when you were both like Siamese twins walking around with your hips basically joined finishing off each other's sentences. Why do you ask honey?" I looked up at my mother and shrugged my shoulders.

"Just wondering really, I was thinking of our old house that's all." I scooped up more rice on my fork and chewed it delicately.

"I do miss Carlisle; we used to do the best Barbeques in the town." My dad proudly tapped slammed his glass back onto the table.

"Oh yes I remember that. Your sausage butties were amazing Emmett couldn't get enough of them." My mum laughed at the found memories. I really did miss our old friends and was determined that I wouldn't let our friendship slip so easily.

That was when I decided I was going to do something spontaneous and totally unlike me and write a letter to Edward.

So that's all for now please leave a review and tell me if you think I should continue with this.

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