Okay, so I know I just kind of threw out that idea and left it hanging but I had to gather my thoughts and actually figure out how to WRITE the story that had conjured on my mind.

So, low and behold, heres my attempt, I've kind of got an idea oh where this is going, but any ideas I will consider.

BPOV

Depressed? No that wasn't it. I DID have fun doing what I did, I guess I just felt like I was alone. You know that saying about feeling alone even if your in a crowded room? Yeah, like that. I mean, when your in my business, how can you really tell who are your real friends, and who are there just to get their 15 minutes of fame. Especially if one of those people is your own mother.

I guess I should explain a little before I go on. My name is Isabella Swan, Bella for short, and I am an actress. Yep, you heard right. I am 17 years old and have been acting since I was a baby when my mother saw an ad in the paper looking for babies. I started off doing small commercial bits, the kind that only stay on the t.v for a few weeks and then are forgotten when the newest commercials come along. As I got older, however, I began auditioning for small television and movie roles. Then one day, I got my big break, when I was 14 in a motion picture movie. Ever since then I have been rising.

For the past year or so I have been feeling kind of strange. I chaulked it up to nerves or whatever and pushed it to the back of my mind while I tried to concentrate on my work. Of course, stuff like that never really goes away. It sits there, nagging you, that little voice in the back of your head that won't stop until you fix it. That was when I realized, I was stuck. This isn't what I want to be doing with my life anymore, acting. It was fun when I was young and clueless, but it just doesn't excite me anymore. I know my mom has noticed that im slowly backing away, but it just causes her to push harder. Im living her dream, or rather shes living her dream through me.

What do I really want to do? Well I'd like to move in with my father, who lives in the small town of Forks Washington. Wait, I guess I should explain that too. My mom and dad married at the tender age of 19 when my mother discovered she was pregnant with me. After about a year, my mother decided she was too big for the small town of forks and moved me out to Hollywood with her so she could find fame. Of course she couldn't find fame and so she thrust me into the spotlight instead. When I was about 12, she met a young director at one my jobs and "fell in love". Her and Phil, the director, married after about 7 months, seemingly smitten with each other. I assumed that they wouldn't last long, but, here we are 5 years later and they are still happily married, much to my surprise. I kept limited contact with my father throughout my childhood. Every other summer I would visit him for a few weeks, but as my mom started piling on more jobs, the less I saw of him, until our contact was limited to phone calls and letters. I've never really admitted how much I miss him. His carefree spirit, with just a hint of dad, no pushing to do this job and that job. Frankly, I know my mom is only using me for my money, and I've had enough.

I want to move to a small town with, hopefully, humble people who wont treat me like a celebrity but a normal teenage girl. I want to finish my senior year of high school and go to a good college and get a real career. I don't want to become a washed up child star going from pay check to pay check looking for any job they can get. I want to re-establish my relationship with Charlie, who I miss deeply.

I guess, all of this, and more, is why I find myself about 5 minutes from landing in William R. Fairchild International in Port Angeles, Washington, ready to start my new life.

Well, there you are. I know its not long but I really wanted to establish some of Bella's story before I went any further. Im surprised at how easy that came out once I started, so I'm going to try and get another chapter out by Friday while im off work.