BELLA POV

Today is the day I am moving back to Forks to live with my father Charlie Swan who's a police chief.

When I was 12 my mom Renee moved me away from Charlie to California after they had gotten a divorce, Charlie was devastated when my mom told him and begged her not leave with me, but she did anyway.

Being the bitch that she is my mom only moved me away was because she wanted to break Charlie's heart and she has never really cared about me since.

I'm leaving California to live with Charlie because I've missed him and my best friends from when I was 12. They're called Embry, Jake and Quil. I was a real tomboy back then and most of my friends were boys.

When I told Renee I was leaving she said 'I don't care, leave, like anybody's going to miss you.'

My life in California wasn't horrible but wasn't perfect either. I was part of the popular crowd and practically everyone liked me, but a few weeks ago I was walking on the pier with my friend john, he was tall, strong, very tanned and ripped.

Some drunken men came up to us and started to harass and then beat us up.

Suddenly John leaped back into the air and I looked back at him only to see that he was a frickin wolf.

The drunken men had ran away at that sight and by the time I had turned back to John he was already back to his normal self but his faced looked like it was filled with aggression.

Me and John stood their, staring at each other for at least 15 minutes, and then John spoke ' I can explain bella.'

After that John told me that he wasn't a wolf, but he was a werewolf and that he had a pack with other wolves in and they fought vampires. He told me exactly what vampires and werewolves looked like and that werewolves were hot blooded and vampires were cold blooded. Also told me about something called imprinting and that when a werewolf imprints on someone they fall in love and have a special bond with them.

Ever since then me and John have told each other everything and he was extremely sad when I told him I was leaving.

'Please got to gate 7 for the flight to Forks' the overhead speakers said aloud, checking me back into reality.