A/N This is my first story i hope you enjoy it. I do intend to make it rated R, but who knows really, this could go in a whole new direction. I also hope to make the chapters longer, I just didn't want to drag this one out.
Disclaimer: My name is not Stephenie Meyer, therefore I do not own Twilight.
My name is Isabella Marie Swan and I am an orphan. My parents were killed by a drunk driver when I was just a baby, my older brother and I survived. That reminds me, I have an older brother, but I don't know his name. We were separated shortly after that and I haven't seen him since, I do know that he's two years older than me and I think his name begins with an 'E'. I have a picture of us, the whole family, taken just a few months before they died; it's all I have left. I have gone from foster homes and group homes my whole life, I don't know what it's like to be a normal kid, to live a normal life with a normal family. It's the life I would have had with my parents Charlie and Renee, and my brother, 'E'.
When my parents died they left me a nice sum of money from their life insurance policy that allows me to finally be free. As of my sixteenth birthday, yesterday, I am emancipated. I have worked for years for this, always being responsible and calm; I studied so hard I even skipped a grade, all for this moment. With me I'm bringing a few of my parent's things, a couple of my dad's flannel shirts and my mom's copy of Pride and Prejudice, my most cherished book.
A few other things you should know about me I am five foot four, with brown eyes, brown hair, and a fair complexion. Most importantly though I'm clumsy, I trip over rocks that aren't there, and walk into invisible walls, it's kind of pathetic to be honest. Other than being clumsy the smell of blood makes me queasy, a little I can handle, but if I cut myself I practically pass out. The smell takes me back to the crash, I don't remember visuals, but it triggers audio memories, screams and cries. Needless to say I'm very careful when wielding a knife.
English is my favorite subject; reading takes me to a new world I could be Elizabeth sparring with Mr. Darcy, Alice falling down a rabbit hole, or Catherine pining over Heathcliffe. I can be anyone living in any fantasy, in a place I actually belong.
The one thing I already regret about moving is leaving the sun with me when I go. When I was first put in foster care I was taken to Ohio, I was there until I was twelve (Go Bucks!), but I spent the last four years in Phoenix. I've never been a shorts and tank tops kind of person, and I'm far too much of a klutz for flip flops, but I'll miss the warmth. I'm jeans and tee shirts kind of person, comfortable and practical. Now don't get me wrong Ohio had weather and a lot of it, but they also had sun at least nine months out of the year. I have clearly been spoiled.
I am looking forward to this move though, learning more about myself and my parents; seeing where they're buried at and maybe visiting the sight of the accident. I need some kind of closure, a reminder of their life and death, and this is the only way I'm going to get it.
"Boarding flight 6527 from Phoenix to Seattle at gate seven. Boarding flight 6527 from Phoenix to Seattle at gate seven."
I am about to start a new life, find out who I am, and learn about my past. I'm getting a second chance at a real life, a life of my own, and maybe a chance to find my brother. I'm taking my bruises and cracked rib and creating a brand new Bella. My life starts now.