**Disclaimer - The characters and the main roots of this story belong to Stephanie Meyer and her Twilight Saga. I do not own any brands mentioned in the following narration either.** This work of fiction is just that …fiction, and although I tried to have some geographical accuracy I may have messed up, so please be gentle!

***Read only if you are 16 or older***

What if Charlie had sent Bella back to Renee? How would have her life turned out then? Would she be able to escape her fate, her destiny? Find out

Bella has moved to Canada and has a constant battle between letting go or hanging onto her past with a death grip.

Calgary, Alberta, Canada…almost a year after the breakup.

Bella *Master's Academy*

The sound of the blaring alarm woke me up. I turned onto my stomach and reached over with my right hand to hit the snooze button on the darn thing that rested on my night table. Five more minutes, I thought to myself. I turned my head the other direction away from the window and snuggled against my blankets trying to go back to sleep. It was useless. Oh well it's not like I wanted to go back to my dream anyway. I sighed, rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling. For the last several months I had been victim of the same re-occurring dream… nightmare. Well no matter what I called it, it's not like it was either of these. It was the vivid memory of the day my heart died that haunted my sleep. That day when he left me dead alive....

"You …don't.. .want me?" I had said while I felt my world collapse al around me.

"No." was his answer.

I shook the image off and rolled out of bed, turned the switch on my alarm to the OFF setting and headed towards my bathroom; at least here I would have some privacy. I could hear Renee downstairs making breakfast. How much longer would I hurt because of him? How pathetic! I knew I wasn't good enough for him, and yet I still allowed myself to dream. Well I got a rude awakening alright. I should have never left Renee, I should have never gone to that damn town, I should have never . . . No that wasn't true, no matter how much I told myself I wanted to take it all back, I couldn't. I wouldn't. The time I spent in Forks was the best time of my life, minus the end of course.

I turned the hot water on, grabbed a towel from the small built in linen closet, took off my sweats and tee shirt and stepped into the shower. I stood still under the steaming hot water, waiting for it to relax my muscles, wishing that it could somehow have the same effect on my emotions. I had allowed Charlie to send me back to Renee, poor Charlie most of the time he didn't know what to do with a teenager, let alone a broken hearted one. When he informed me of his intentions, I didn't argue, I didn't really care what happened to me at that point, the damage was already done. When Charlie phoned Renee to talk about "our" decision he found out that they were in the process of looking at houses in Canada, so I had stayed in Forks a little longer than he had originally planned.

I started to wash my hair now that my body felt a little less tense, thinking back on those last weeks I had spent in Washington. I had become good friends with a kid from the La Push reservation, and found myself spending all of my free time in his garage instead of seeking the company of Jessica, Mike or Angela. I would have enjoyed their company as much as they would have enjoyed taking trigonometry tests. So I killed time with Jacob Black, watching him build motorcycles and then riding them together. It really hurt him when I left, but by then I was so tortured by all of the memories that I felt I really needed to get away from there. And now, many miles away, I still couldn't escape them.

I turned off the water and stepped out onto a green mat where I toweled myself dry. I wrapped the towel around my body and started to blow dry my hair straight. We had just moved here towards the end of the summer, just in time for Phil to take off again. The house came as part of a contract he had signed with a Canadian League, so Renee said goodbye to the beaches and palm trees and hello to her new home. She fell in love with it the second she laid her eyes on the two story building, immediately making mental plans on many projects that she would never start.

I walked into my small walk-in closet to grab my garments for the day, today was the first day of my senior year and I was not very happy that individuality had been taken away by the administration of my new school. Phil and Renee had enrolled me in a private academy that apparently still was ruled by old fashioned freaks. So I chose my undergarments rejoicing in the fact that I could at least decide on those and grabbed a couple of hangers out of the left side rack I walked into my room holding out my freshly dry-cleaned uniform. I slipped into my navy pleated skirt wincing at how the hem rested just above the knee. Great, I thought and proceeded to take a white short sleeved collared blouse of the second hanger. I stood in front the full size mirror mounted on the door of my closet and buttoned the six buttons of the blouse, undoing the last one that was right at the neck. Five will have to do… I hate skirts!!

"Bella?" my mom's voice called from what seemed to be the foot of the stairs. "Are you ready honey? You don't want to be late."

"Almost mom." I called back. I turned and grabbed a pair of knee length white socks and the red tie I had laid out the night before on a chair at the corner of the room that was closest to the door. Then I dug my pair of black converse shoes from under the bed, rejoicing once again to have a choice on something that the public eye could appreciate… or grimace at depending on who the observer was. I climbed down the stairs one at the time, while I slid the noose of the tie over my head, leaving it loosely done.

"I think I'll just have a bagel." I said walking into the kitchen; Renee's culinary skills left a lot to wish for. "My stomach is feeling kinda queasy." I added for the benefit of her feelings.

"Are you nervous?" She glanced up from the newspaper, coffee mug in one hand.

"No." I lied as I opened the refrigerator door. I poured myself a glass of milk, popped the bagel in the toaster and sat on a bar stool behind her. I put on my knee length socks and slipped on my shoes leaving the shoe laces untied.

"Good. I am sure you will be making friends in no time."

"I can't wait." I replied flatly.

"Bella!"

"Huh"

"A little enthusiasm wouldn't kill you, you know."

"I can't wait to meet new people mom, I am so so so excited." Sarcasm ringing through every word.

I finished the last of the milk, threw the half eaten bagel in the trash and rinsed my dishes in the deep stainless steel sink. I put them on the top rack of the dishwashing machine and kicked the door shut. At least my hands would catch a break from doing dishes here.

"Honey, I wish you would just drive my car instead of that wretched thing." she made another attempt to discourage me from riding my 2002 Suzuki Katana.

"I'm really good at it, as you know. Plus beats parking miles away from campus, they have their own designated spots right by the side walk." I replied flashing her favorite smile towards her. A trick I pulled when I wanted to get my way.

"Fine, but text me as soon as you are parked with both feet on the ground," she requested in a stern but resigned voice as I was getting my keys from the basket in the hallway by the front door.

"Ok mom, I'm leaving now… I love you." I answered opening the door that led to the garage. I waited knowing a command was coming way.

"I love you too Bella, and for the love of god wear your helmet!"

"Sure sure." I answered in the same way my friend Jacob did. I wonder what he is up to right now?

The wind was exhilarating, though I couldn't really appreciate it while wearing my helmet. But a deal was a deal and Phil had helped me ease Renee's complaints by making me sign a contact clearly specifying that I must wear a helmet at all times, and violating such terms would lead to the sale of my Katana. They got me there! I loved my bike and would follow all reasonable rules so that I could keep it. Learning to ride bikes with Jacob had led to my new passion or I should say obsession… Speed.

I was glad to have come with Renee last Friday to tour the school grounds and find my way to my classrooms while she chatted with the school principal, and paid my yearly tuition. Especially now that I was arriving at to the parking lot, it was packed with many vehicles, all of which were under 2 years old. My old truck would have stuck out like a sore thumb here, not that my bike wouldn't but it was in a lot better shape than my last vehicle. I veered around a white beamer and pulled up next to a shiny midnight blue motorcycle. I killed my engine, and kicked the side stand to let my bike rest under me. I dismounted, taking off my helmet and shook my hair loose letting it rest on my shoulders and back. I was sure it was in sudden disarray now but nothing a brush couldn't fix. I took out a brush and ran it a couple of times through my now long hair, untangling it and letting it flow loosely at my back.

I adjusted my backpack and started to walk towards the main entrance of the castle looking building. As I walked by I noticed the bike next to mine had the words Kawasaki Ninja on the side panel in shiny silver letters. I wished I knew more about bikes and made a mental note to call Jacob later tonight and ask if that bike could kick my bike's butt. I guess somewhere down the line I had turned a bit into a daredevil...a clumsy daredevil. Not a good combination.

As I was approaching the huge building I remembered my promise to Renee so I swung my back pack around to the front and dug in its side pocket for my Sony Ericson phone.

At school now. Made it OK. C U tonite.

I clicked the send button, and slid the phone back in its pocket, fixing my backpack on both of my shoulders as I pulled the glass door open. I was a little intimidated by the size of this school, given the fact of the size of the previous one I had attended, but quickly re assured myself that it would be no different than Phoenix. Well it will differ in the fact that every girl here will look the same as me, in clothing that is. My self esteem had suffered a great deal since the break up.

I entered the office and greeted the secretary, introduced myself and told her who I was and that I was told to come here first thing. She turned to her flat screen monitor, typed away for a few seconds, made a 180 turn got up and retrieved a single sheet of paper from a printer. She handed me my schedule while answering the ringing phone, holding up her right index finger at me, signaling me to wait.

"Master's Academy?" She paused "Please hold." she reached and pushed a button.

"Ok miss Swan your locker number is two oh eight, and you fill find it towards the end of the hall to the left side. That's the two hundred section. It's a full length locker so no need to worry about sharing. Your locker combination number is written in at the bottom of your schedule sheet, but feel free to bring a lock of your own. Any questions come back here or you can ask our hall monitors. Have a nice first day and welcome to Master's Academy," with that she picked the receiver up again and turned to her monitor.

I glanced at my schedule to double check my first class, English IV. I walked down the hall checked the exact location of my locker and started to make my way to the classroom which was located in the fourth floor, again grateful to have become somewhat acquainted with this massive institution.

Great nothing like a couple flights of stairs to start the day, I hope I can make it all the way up in one piece. My sense of balance hadn't gotten any better and it was a wonder how I managed to keep my motorcycle upright. No wonder Renee was so concerned.