Hello all! This is my first time to write a fanfiction all by myself, though I have co written with one of my dearest friends for another story. I first got the idea for this story while watching a movie on Lifetime (though I won't tell you which movie or it will give it away).

I encourage CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, but please, no flames. Compliments are always nice too

And I love Courtney, my (beta) fish.

So without further adieu, I give you…Bella's Secret (for lack of a better name.)

Bella's POV

I stared out the window at the passing scenery. Considering it was nearing midnight, it was too dark to really make out any shapes or colors, but I wasn't really looking for them anyway. This was our second move in 3 years; granted, I had been warned of this move a while ago, but it didn't make the situation better. I was absolutely tired of this feeling of loneliness that was constantly overshadowing all the other feelings I had.

For the past three years, I had lived solely with the presence of my mother and 27- month old Chase. Originally, I was born in Phoenix and had lived there until I was 14. It was then my dad decided to leave and my mom picked up and moved us to Portland, where I lived for just around two years. Now, my little three-person family was relocating, once again, to a teeny tiny town in Washington. Forks, to be exact.

By the time I was finished with my little daydream, I realized that my mom was pulling up to what I assumed to be our new house.

The ride had been fairly silent, consisting of Chase sleeping, me staring out the passenger seat window with what my mom likes to call a 'woe-is-me' expression on my face, and my mom driving in silence, occasionally glancing over at me with a furrowed eyebrow.

When the car was fully stopped, I was jerked back to reality. I slowly opened the car door and stepped out to get a better view of the house when my mom's voice broke the hour long silence. "I'll grab Chase; you go grab our suitcases out of the trunk, will you?"

I nodded my head and made my way to the back of our black Chevy Tahoe. Once open, I picked up my small suitcase- which consisted only with the essentials - toothbrush, toothpaste, a change of clothes, a hairbrush- and my mom's slightly larger suitcase which consisted of both her and Chase's stuff.

I walked into our new house and looked around. It was a nice house, especially compared to the one we had in Phoenix. It was two stories, unlike our old house, composed of dark brown brick 

and white stone. The contrast was surprisingly beautiful. The porch was wide, going almost the full length of the house, with a porch swing already in place hanging to the right of the front door. The entryway, which I was standing in now, had a high ceiling which continued up to the second story.

I walked through the foyer and into the living room, which was currently bare, and into the bedroom that was between the living room and the kitchen. I could see my mom in there looking in the giant walk- in closet, and Chase crawling around on the king sized mattress lying bare on the ground in the middle of the room.

"What do you want me to do with your suitcase mom?" I asked as I held up the hand that carried her bag.

She jumped slightly, startled by my presence, and turned to face me. "You can just put it over there, by my mattress. Your mattress should be up in your room, the first one to the right when you go up the stairs."

I nodded and went to go deposit the suitcase. We had been sleeping on camping cots the whole week since my mom had brought our mattresses up here.

My mom made her way over to her bag and took out her set of sheets and laid them at the foot of the mattress.

"Honey, can you do me a favor?"

"Um, sure." I answered hesitantly- with my mom, you never knew what she was going to ask.

"Will you take Chase and his sheets up to his room and make his bed for him?"

I nodded and made to go grab the sheets out of the bag when my mom stopped me.

"Sweetie, before you go upstairs, I want to talk to you for a minute." She looked at me worriedly, like she was afraid I was going to turn around and sprint at the mention of having a discussion.

I hesitantly sat down by her on the mattress, but couldn't meet her eyes. She pat my knee with her left hand while she picked up and held Chase in her right one. "Now, I know that you made some poor decisions back in Phoenix, and I know that you feel guilty about it and know where you went wrong."

I almost scoffed when she said "poor decisions". That was the understatement of the year.

She continued, "But honey, ever since we moved, I feel like the Bella I used to know has disappeared; and as much as I'm pleased that you are now making better choices in your life, I miss the Old Bella. Lately- and by lately I mean since the move- you haven't been as energetic or as outgoing, and you haven't made friends. You don't talk as often and you often seem to be 

deep in thought. I know that you have a perfectly legitimate reason for the personality change but it's been nearly three years. I've forgiven you for the whole thing so it's about time you forgive yourself as well. Now, here we are, in a new town with brand new people, and I just think that maybe you should take this as an opportunity to start fresh."

I sat there for a few minutes, my mind chewing the information it had just been fed. I was brought out of my trance when my mother started speaking again. "At least try. For me. I know it might be hard, but it's for the best. I'd rather you not spend your time sulking." She claimed as she put her hand on my cheek and looked at me lovingly.

I would have been offended by her comment, but I knew she was right. I had been sulking, and it was making me miserable.

My mom quickly stood up- me following shortly after- and unzipped her suitcase. She pulled out my light pink sheets (the same sheets I have had since practically birth) and Chase's fire-engine red sheets, and handed them to me. I gathered them in my right arm along with my bag and picked a now sleeping Chase up in my left.

"Goodnight Bella, just think about what I said." She kissed my forehead, though she now had to stand on her tip toes to do it, and then turned her head to give Chase an identical kiss on his forehead. "Goodnight Chase," she whispered.

I walked out of my mom's room and through the living room again to the stairs by the front entryway. I took each step carefully, not quite trusting myself to carry two bed sheet sets, my suitcase, and Chase without falling- or at least waking Chase up. I got up the stairs unscathed, thankfully, and turned left to go into Chase's room.

Like the other rooms in the house, his walls were white. There was a small twin sized mattress on the floor; he didn't need his rail to keep him from falling since the mattress was already on the ground. I made my way over to the mattress and carefully placed Chase on the floor- being careful not to wake him- and set my sheet set and bag next to him. I put the fitted sheet on and made sure the corners were tucked well enough to not come undone, before placing Chase on the mattress – making sure his head was on the pillow – and pulling the top sheet over his sleeping form, which was then followed by a small blanket.

After leaving Chase's room, I turned and made my way down the hallway toward my own room. On my way, I passed by the bathroom and stepped in to observe. It was all completely white and clean, which made it almost blinding. It was a good size bathroom, large enough to fit about five people in and still not be completely cramped. The bathtub/shower and toilet where side by side on the right side with the sink to the right.

After inspecting the bathroom thoroughly, I tucked my sheets securely under my arm and made my way to my room.



I took a look around my room and sighed. It was actually a decent sized room; I knew it was bigger than my room back in Phoenix. The walls were pretty plain and there was a dormer directly in front of my bed, with a glass door that led to a balcony. Ideas started racing through my mind at how to decorate it.

I knew I didn't want pink in my room; the walls in my old room were light pink with pink flowery border along the upper wall – it had been that way since I was born. My room in Portland was left completely plain, seeing as how we didn't live there long enough to go through all that work only to leave about two years later.

My mom had said that it would cost too much money and waste too much time to simply redecorate simply because I grew tired of the colors. She had promised, however, to allow me to decorate my new room however I wanted.

I made my way over to my mattress and dropped both my sheets and suitcase on the ground next to it and dropped to my knees.

The light was still off (I didn't want to have to go through the trouble of going back over to turn it off later) so I had a little more difficulty putting the sheets on than I did in Chase's room. I fumbled around, cursing quietly when I tripped over myself, and after about ten minutes, decided I didn't care that much and got up to change into my makeshift pajamas.

I felt my way- still on my hands and knees- over to my bag and unzipped it. I searched through it with my hands, finally finding what I needed. I pulled out my black soffee shorts and a red tank top, which had been perfectly suitable for Phoenix weather, and carefully changed into them.

I then grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste and headed for the bathroom.

It was pretty chilly inside the house, even without the windows open, and I noticed my teeth were noisily clanking against each other as they chattered. I rubbed my hands up and down my bare arms hastily desperately trying to warm them, but to no avail.

I brushed my teeth quickly; the faster I got done the faster I could snuggle up in my warm bed with my blankets. I then turned on the warm water and splashed some on my face to warm myself up slightly.

When I crawled into my bed (well, technically mattress) I pulled the cover over me tight and curled into a ball.

I thought over what my mom had said earlier about me breaking out of my shell a little more and creating a new image for myself.

It had been years since I had had genuine friends, and I lost all contact with them after moving to Portland. It was about time I had found someone I could truly talk to and trust.



After lying there, reliving many past memories, I came to a conclusion.

My mom was right and I was going to do everything I possibly could to act more like my old self, and less like the strange and mopey girl who had inhabited my body the past few years.

As I came to this conclusion, I felt unconsciousness overtake me and faded into blackness.

OK, tell me what you think. I've had this story in my head for a while but never got around to writing it because i had so much school work and stuff. But now, since it's summer, i actually have time to write. Now, i am in no way a proffessional (i am only 16) and so i know there are probably a lot of mistakes, especially in punctuation (i'm not the best at that), but please don't criticize me to harshly because of it.

This was just the first chapter and it WILL get better i promise. Edward will be in the next chapter. Yay!
I will try to update as soon as i can (if you guys even like this) but i can't make any promises considering i'm a very spontaneous person and never plan what i do next.

BTW, this might change to an M rating later, if someone wants to write a lemon or two for me in the future, but i cannot write them. I suck.

:)