If I owned twilight I wouldn't be writing my pathetic excuses of stories on this site, all rights, money, and recognition go to Stephanie Meyer. And i-love-twilight-sage owns the plot

"Bella Swan I need to talk to you" My mother's shrill voice rang through the house, she really sounded serious, that's never good, especially coming from Rene!

"Yes mama, what wrong" I asked trying to hurry things along.

"Bells, I really don't know how your going to take this but, um, here it goes, you know Phil travels a lot and, um, well I want to be there for him, you know, I want to travel with him, and I was thinking that this was a wonderful opportunity for you to go back to Forks. I know you miss all your friends and your dad so I thought this would be a great solution to our problem." She rambled on. This couldn't be happening, I was most definitely didn't want to go back to Forks, He was there.

"Mama, please, please, please, I begging you don't do this to me, why can't I can stay here, I don't mind living alone, The boys are here they can watch out for me, just please!" I begged.

"Bells I know you don't want to go and I am sorry but it won't be as bad as you think and you'll be in college before you know it, then you can do whatever you want" I argued with her a little while longer before I finally admitted defeat. I could feel the tears streaming down my face. This really was happening

"Fine, I'll go, when's my flight?" she began biting her lip, this wasn't a good sign, I did the exact same thing when I was nervous.

"Well Bells, your dad and I have been discussing this for a while now and we decided the sooner the better, because you'll be transferring schools and all that other stuff and so well, uh"

"Mama stop your rambling and just tell me already!"

"Your flights at 8:00" she replied rather quickly. I really couldn't believe her, typical Rene behavior always think of her self and always waiting for the last minute for everything. "And don't worry about packing I already did that and loaded up the car, so lets go, you don't want to miss your flight."

~Back to Present time~

So here I was sitting on a plane that was going back my very own, dark obis of hell and all things bad. I sat there thinking about Forks, and everything before that fateful night. You see I was an only child and was only 6 when my parents got a divorce, I stayed in Forks with my father and my mother moved to Arizona. It was hard, mind you, and it still was, but I had my friends like the Cullens who lived next door to me and my dad. Carlisle, who was a very handsome doctor; Esme, his wife and there 3 kids and also my best friends, the oldest was Emmett, my big cuddly teddy bear and my brother from another mother. Then there was Alice, energetic, overly talkative, bursting bubble of joy. And last was Him. Edward. We were always together best friend for as long as I can remember, we even liked the same type of things,

That all changed when we started high school, the girls began to notice him more and he let it get to his head, the next thing I know he had a different girlfriend every week and soon our friendship seem strained. He tried to make things work with mandatory movie nights once a week. But that's exactly how our friendship ended, on a movie night.

~Flashback~

We were fourteen, both of us freshmen in High school. I let myself into the Cullen's house, like usual and walked up to Edward's room like any other movie night. I was about to knock on his door when I hear an all too familiar voice talking to MY Edward. If I was being honest with myself I started loving Edward from the moment we met, but no one knew because I always hid my feelings. Anyways I was standing there trying to place the voice when I realized it was Lauren Malorey, a slutty bitch at school who hates me.

"O Edward, just fuck me already, you know you want me." Her nasally voice intruded my sensitive ears. I should have left, but I couldn't, I tried, but I couldn't.

"Yeah babe, I do but tonight is my movie night with Bella" I heard him say kissing her in between each word.

"Edward," she whined "Come on ditch that fat ass, four-eyed, ugly cow, I mean why hang with her when you could have this, she'd probably want to stuff her fat ass face in one of those stupid books anyway." It hurt to know that that's how people saw me, but it was okay, as long as I had my friends beside me. I waited for him to say something in my defense, and even throw her out of his house, but what I got instead shocked the hell out of me. Edward was laughing, my best friend, whom I happened to like a little more than a friend, was laughing at the awful things Lauren was saying about me.

"I know what you mean." He replied, nothing else just that simple sentence.

I couldn't take it anymore, I wiped furiously at the tears that were streaming down my face as I fled their house. My dad's startled face met me at the door to our house.

"Bells," he said, "are you alright?" my poor dad never was good with expressing feelings.

"No daddy I not alright, I don't want to stay here any more, please don't ask me why, I just want to go, please." I watched his face crumble in sadness, but thankfully he didn't ask questions, he just booked the earliest flight, which was at 6 this afternoon, helped me pack and drove me to the airport. With a quick goodbye I was on a plane headed to Arizona. Not saying goodbye to the people closest to me.

~End Flashback~

My dad, clad in his horrid police uniform, stood by his cruiser when I exited the airport. He glanced at me and gazed back at the doors I had just walked through, I began walking towards him and finally I realized he didn't recognize me. I really did look a whole lot different from when I left, I mean I was extremely chubby, with horribly frizzy brown hair and I wore ugly glasses. But now I had grown into myself, I mean I did fill out a bit, I switched my glasses for contacts and managed to tame my silky locks that fell down my back almost reaching my bum. As I got closer to my dad realization flooded his face along with a side of guilt.

"Bells," he whispered "is that you?!"

"Yeah dad it's me, the one and only" he immediately grabbed my luggage and through them in the trunk of the cruiser, damn, I really hated that car! We drove home in silence, which was one of the many things I loved about My dad, we could sit in silence for hours without it being awkward. As we winded down the familiar road, I felt my heart thumping crazily in my chest. I began the process of unloading the cruiser, when our silence was broken by the sound of a very familiar voice.

"Hey, Charlie," she still sounded the same, like she was bursting with energy, "Who's that, you have there?" she questioned, I turned rather slowly to face my three, very startled, childhood friends.