Hey there everybody. XD. Hopefully ya'll like this story as much as I enjoy writing it. I hope it's not to cliché.

Thanks- Sophie.

Ordinary.

Chapter One.

I grew up in the small town of Forks Washington. I was never one for change, so it always seemed like the perfect place for me. It was always raining, always brown, always quiet and quaint, always the same old Forks. My dad was a police officer, the best of the best, the small town said. He did everything from the wrestling of bears, down to raising my brother and I for the last few years we were all together.

My mother passed away when I was thirteen, and needless to say, learning the birds and the bee's from my father would always haunt the back of my memory. My brother Emmet was humorous and about as scary as a large grizzly looking for its next meal, well, if you didn't know him at least. Deep down, he was more like that soft cuddly bear you never want to stop hugging you, unless of course his friends or your friends happen to make a surprise visit.

Ironically our bad luck continued, and two months after I turned sixteen, Charlie, my father, was terribly injured during a night call. Devastated, Emmet and I sat with him till the last breath escaped his lips, the only parental figure we had left, lost to his job no more than three years after his wife. Emmet, nineteen, with dreams of college, was on the verge of tears, but I already had waterfalls running from my eyes.

Naturally, I could've taken the situation like an adult, attempted to move on, to escape everything by acceptance and understanding. Yet, I was only a kid, a kid, who had no idea how to face the world. So, I did what any normal teenager would do in the given circumstance, I rebelled.

I was never looking for sympathy, and those hugs Emmet gave me became scarce with each passing day. He was my guardian, and yet with each passing hour, we were drifting further and further apart. I ditched my old friends and made new ones with the jocks, the party throwers, the heavy under-age drinkers, and for once, felt like I had not a care in the world.

Mike, that vile name still holds strong in my mind, held a party the summer heading into my junior year. Any of the popular guys were there, and everyone knew that it was the spot to forget all those terrible memories. So, for the first time in my life, I lied to my brother.

Told him Jess and I were friends again, that everything was back to normal. Suddenly that kiss of understanding burned on my forehead. I knew he would be busy with Rosalie all night, so I had no way of getting caught. I liked Rosalie, she reminded me so much of mom.

Needless to say, no more than three hours into this party, and everyone is too drunk to even consider stumbling, crawling seemed so much more appropriate. Mike continued to eye me from across the room, and my teenage hormones started jumping in joy as he walked closer.

Normally Mike, or Newton as many of us called him, was disgusting in every way to me, but perhaps, it was the alcohol turning him into the sexy stud-muffin I just wanted to touch. So soon his hand was on my thigh, then his lips were on my mouth, and I couldn't control my desire for more. So we made our way toward his bedroom, where any girl should know is used territory.

Very much inebriated, my hands began to roam his chest, and soon our clothes had been discarded, and that talk about the birds and the bee's made it's way into my mind. I had never experienced so much pleasure before, and my moans soon turned into desperate begging. Much to my disliking, by the next morning, I knew he had agreed to everything.

Now, normally girls would claim rape to cover up there own nasty schemes. I merely took is as a big stamp on my forehead saying I fucked up. Mike never said two words to me after our encounter, thankfully nobody seemed to notice our migration to his room either. Somehow my ego was hurt, at the fact he wasn't bragging, but another part was glad it ended like it did.

I seemed to be at peace with everything, I found that maybe, I would grow up, so Rose and Emmet helped me the entire way. Rose was there to help me understand what losing a parent is like, since her mother had died of breast cancer when she was only four. I was smiling more, and three weeks into my junior year, I couldn't have been more happy, that was until the first wave of nauseousness hit...

"Miss Swan?"

I snapped out of my daydream as Professor Banner called me down the amphitheatre steps.

"I would like to have a few words with you after class."

I nodded, desperately wanting to ask him what it was all about. I was top in the class, never missed a term paper, or a due date, so I know it couldn't be about my grade. My hands twitched nervously until the class dismissal, and even after the giddy girls, and the slutty boys left to go do the nasty my nerves were fried.

"Please have a seat," his calm and smooth voice said.

"Mr. Banner if there is anything I can do please-"

"Now, now Isabella don't jump to conclusions."

I wanted to tell him how much I disliked my full name, but decided to save that for a better time.

"I apologize professor," my voice held the greatest sincerity as he chuckled.

"You always had such a unique way of voicing your opinions or ideas. Which is why, I hoped you would be interested in taking your practicum with me this semester."

I was stunned to the point where I swear drool was coating my shirt.

"I don't need an answer today, if anything you should take the weekend to think it over. But due to the advance placement classes you took during your first year, I think that being a semester ahead, should allow you to graduate a semester early."

"Why me though? There are so many more qualified students," I muttered under my breath and once again, that jolly laugh, reminding my of that over-produced present deliverer rang through the room.

"The first writing assignment I ever did asked the question-"

"What is the meaning of life?"

He nodded and then became serious.

"Do you know how many people wrote down material things, I mean, English majors should be able to pick apart that question right? They should be able to jot down sentences that completely deter from the question, by answering a question with another question. I had everything from the meaning of life is happiness, to the meaning of life is having lots of money. Do you remember the six words you wrote on that paper?"

I thought back to that day, which felt like so long ago, but after coming up with nothing I shook my head.

"I don't have an answer yet. That's what I was looking for, because no one should have the answer to something they haven't fully appreciated. I am going on sixty-three and I don't even have an answer yet. So that Miss Swan is why I think you are the best candidate for the job."

If I didn't have such thick-skin, the old man probably would've had me in tears with his words.

"Thank you so much sir, I will let you know Monday what I have decided."

He nodded and then I noticed the clock.

"I don't mean to be rude, but I need to go to the bookstore before I head back home."

He told me to drive safe and I smiled and shook his hand. The University of Seattle wasn't far from my brown home town, so it seemed like the perfect place to fight for my dreams. I only had classes every Wednesday, Thursday and Friday so I took advantage of what ever time I could.

Due to the Friday payday of most of the students, it didn't surprise me to see the bookstore crammed with people. There was barely a shoulder space between everybody, but in the long run I knew it would be worth it. I searched for the self-help section and when I finally came across the object of my desire, I made my purchase and was on my way home.

The professors words continued to play in my mind, and the choice began to feel like an obligation. Yet, somehow I had a feeling that it was all going to play out, there was only four more months left, until my graduation, and doing my practicum during those four months would save me the problem of having to find a successful one after school. It's not easy for an author to manage that.

Author was like a dream career choice, with a major in English and a minor in creative writing, I would be able to accomplish my dreams. I knew that being an author was usually a hit or miss career, but if Mr. Banner had faith in me, I'd just have to have faith in myself.

The three hour drive seemed longer than ever today, and with only a half-hour left, I knew this would be the longest time.

I pulled my cellular phone out, and noticed three new text messages and two voicemails. I had no doubt that at least a combination of three of those belonged to Alice.

Alice Cullen, spiky haired miss fashion herself, and my only best friend besides Rose.

Alice and her parents had moved to Forks my Junior year, and if it wasn't for the support of her family and my own, I likely wouldn't be where I am today. Sure she was spunky and had a weird and crazed obsession with shopping, but she didn't judge. She never stereotyped me like a normal person, and by the way she describes the world, it would seem like quite an interesting day in the life of Alice Cullen.

Esme and Carlisle, what can I say about them? Other than the fact that they practically trounce my cynical view on love. Never before had I seen two people love each other as much as this couple, my parents were constantly fighting and arguing over who was right, and to this day any quarrel the Cullen parent's had was settled in a heartbeat.

I know that Alice would argue fate, and maybe this once I could believe that the all-seeing-Alice (however clairvoyant she claimed to be) maybe did have a knack for predicting situations. Alice met Jasper, the complete opposite of Rose, and from the minute his foot hit the door frame she was declaring her undying love..

Alice loves Jasper, the twin brother of Rose, I mean how more coincidental can you get?

Making a left turn, the first house that came into view brought a smile to my face. The same brown grass, the same plain siding, and the same loving family.

The typical stereotype of the perfect world. Though, nobody ever said that stereotypes were true...

Authors Note: So there ya have it. First chapter... a lot of description and Bella ooc, but I hope you guys like it. Foreshadowing like crazy as well, so bravo for those who pick up on it.

Please let me know what you think so far, I love feedback.

Thank you- Sophie.