A/N: Hey, so I'm rewriting Twilight so that Jacob and Bella end up together. This story is pretty much the same as Stephenie Meyer had it but it is different as I am adding my own twists into the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or the plot line. It all belongs to Stephenie Meyer.
Chapter 1: Arriving
My mother, Renee, drove me to the airport.
I was going to the small town of Forks in the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington State to visit my father.
The inconsequential little town is constantly covered by clouds and rain and is by far the rainiest place in the United States of America.
It was from this town that my mother escaped with me when I was merely a few months old.
I would miss the scorching heat, extensive city and cloudless blue skies of Phoenix. Most of all, I would miss the sun.
The only thing that kept me from changing my mind was the fact that I was only doing this to make my mother happy.
Phil, my mother's new husband, is a minor league baseball player. He's going to Florida and I know that if I stay behind I'll only make her upset.
It will be a good thing to visit my father. I rarely ever see him now. Every summer I was forced to spend a month with him in Forks.
When I was fourteen I put my foot down. I'd had enough of the gloomy, depressing town. It was too wet and too green for my liking. My Dad now spends two weeks with me in California instead.
"You don't have to do this," my mother said before I got on the plane.
I'd seriously lost count of how many times she's said that. I was having a hard time leaving my mother but I wouldn't admit that.
Sometimes I honestly felt like I was the adult. I would constantly have to remind her of everyday things. Phil was with her though so surely she would have food in the house and the bills would get paid and she would have gas in the car.
"I want to," I lied again.
My mother sighed. "Well, be safe then and call me when you land."
"I will," I said as I hugged her.
"And tell Charlie I said hi."
I nodded and walked towards the plane. "If you want to come home just let me know! I'll be here for you!" she called.
I turned slightly, nodded and continued walking.
The four hour flight from Phoenix to Seattle was incredibly boring.
After arriving in Seattle I took a small plane down to Port Angeles. Not long after arriving in Port Angeles I saw Charlie.
"Hey Bells," he said as I stumbled my way off the plane.
Charlie seemed happy that I had come to stay. He had already enrolled me in high school and he had even agreed to help me buy a car.
"Hey Dad," I said with as much enthusiasm as I could.
Like my mother before me, I didn't bother to hide my distaste for Forks.
After our very brief hellos we climbed in the cruiser. This was my main reason for wanting my own car.
I did not want to be driven around in a police cruiser. My father was chief Swan to the people of Forks.
My luggage fit easily into the trunk of the car. Most of my clothes weren't suitable for Forks. I would easily freeze in them.
After we started driving Charlie announced that he had found a really cheap car for me.
"What kind?" I asked, honestly curious.
"A Chevy."
"Where did you get it?"
"Billy Black from down at La Push. You remember him right?"
"I think I know him. The name sounds familiar."
"He used to go fishing with us when you visited during the summer."
I stayed silent. I hated fishing and I rarely paid attention so that was probably why I didn't remember him properly.
I knew his daughters and his son was one of my best friends when I came here. I would have to catch up with him. He'd be about 16 now I think.
"It didn't cost much. He offered to sell me his truck cheap now that he's in a wheelchair."
"When did he get it?"
"Around the nineteen-eighties I think. It was new in the late fifties at the earliest."
"Dad. I know nothing about cars. What if something goes wrong? I doubt people would even sell parts for something that old."
"Bells, really, relax. Everything will be fine, the thing is in great shape."
The drive back to Forks was pretty much silent apart from a few comments we made.
Like I predicted, everything was green; too green and much too wet.
That definitely won't help me. I am really uncoordinated.
Charlie still lived in the small house he had since he married my mother.
As we pulled up I noticed the truck Charlie had bought me.
It was a faded red, almost orange and I honestly loved it. At least when I started school here tomorrow I wouldn't have to be seen in Charlie's police cruiser.
"Thanks Dad! I love it!" I said as I admired the truck.
He just nodded as he grabbed my luggage from the cruiser.
Charlie wasn't one for expressing his feelings and he was obviously embarrassed by my thanks. I guess that's where I got that from.
I got the bedroom in the west of the house. It had been my room ever since I was born. The only changes that had been made were I now had a bed instead of a crib and a desk.
On the desk was an old second-hand computer and a phone line was stapled along the floor to the nearest phone jack. My mother had insisted we do this so that we could stay in touch easily.
The only other problem I could think of other than the fact that I hated this town was that there was only one small bathroom in this house so I would have to share with Charlie.
After placing my bags in my room he left. That was one of the good things about him, he doesn't hover.
As I unpacked I thought about my mother and Phoenix.
I stayed in my room for the rest of the afternoon. I ate dinner in silence and then went back upstairs to sleep.
I changed into my old sweats and lay down in bed.
I tried to sleep but the rain falling against the roof and the wind the constantly whooshed around the house was making it impossible.
Tap, tap, tap.
After a while I pulled the covers over my head and I eventually added the pillow as well. It helped a bit but not much.
I didn't fall asleep until after midnight.
When I woke up all I could see was fog. After Charlie left for work after our quiet breakfast I sat at the table.
Nothing in this house had changed.
I knew it was too early to go to school but I just couldn't stay in the house any longer. I was too uncomfortable knowing my Dad had never gotten over my Mom.
I locked up and hurried out to my truck.
Instead of the crunch I was used to hearing the ground sloshed under my feet.
I started the truck and it roared to life.
Like most things around here, the high school was just off the highway. I almost drove past it.
Luckily I saw the sign that declared the place as Forks High.
No one was here yet so I parked in front of the office building and walked inside to get directions. It was much warmer than I expected.
There were a few folding chairs in the small waiting room and the walls were crowded with awards and notices.
The office was also crowded with plants growing in plastic pots.
'Seriously, don't they have enough green things in this town?' I thought.
I walked up to the desk that divided the office and an older looking woman looked up. "Hello. May I help you?"
"Yes, I'm Isabella Swan."
"Oh, yes of course," she said as she rummaged through a pile of papers. After finding the ones she wanted she walked back over to me.
"Here is your schedule and a map of the school."
She marked out the best routes for me to take and she went over my classes.
"Get each of your teachers to sign this and bring it back after school," she said as she handed me a slip.
I carefully walked back out to my truck and noticed other students were now arriving.
I started my truck again and followed the traffic. I was glad to see that most of the cars were older models like mine. The newest car was a shiny silver Volvo.
I cut the engine as soon as I was in a park. I sat in the cab and tried to memorize the map. I didn't want to draw attention to myself by having to walk around with it in front of my face all day.
After a moment I stepped out of the truck and walked in with the crowd of teenagers. I found my first class and took the slip up to the teacher. Thankfully, he didn't have me introduce myself.
I was told to sit in an empty desk at the back. This made me feel a little better. No one could stare at me if I was in the back, or so I thought. They somehow found a way.
I'd read everything on the booklist already. I began to wonder if my Mom would send out my old essays but then again, she would probably think of that as cheating and in a way it was.
When the bell rang an overly helpful looking boy leaned over to talk to me. "Are you Isabella Swan?"
"Just Bella," I corrected, nodding.
"What class do you have next?" he asked
"Uh, Government."
"I could show you the way; I'm heading in that direction. I'm Eric by the way."
"Thanks," I said, smiling slightly.
We walked outside after grabbing our coats.
The rain had picked up.
On the way over we talked about different things, mainly about how Forks was much different to Phoenix.
The rest of my morning was pretty much the same. I would walk in, get the teacher to sign the slip, go to my seat and then not really pay attention due to my lack of interest.
I was only forced to introduce myself in front of one class, calculus.
When the bell finally rang, signally it was time for lunch, I sighed in relief.
On my way over to the cafeteria my mind was filled with Jacob.
I hadn't seen him in ages and it was quiet possible I wouldn't recognize him.
It was also possible that he wouldn't recognize me.
When I was seated in the cafeteria, I saw the five of them.
They were incredibly pale, paler than me, beautiful and graceful.
They were sitting as far away from everyone else as the small cafeteria would allow. Each of them was different.
One of the males, the one with honey blonde hair, looked like he was in pain. Beside him sat a small girl with spiky black hair.
Another one of the males had short black hair and he was extremely muscular. He sat with a blonde female. She was easily the prettiest one there, apart from the boy I lay my eyes on next.
His hair was an untidy reddish brown; I guess you could call it bronze.
I didn't know what it was but something attracted me to him. Something else though, told me to stay away.
"Who are they?" I asked Jessica.
She glanced up at me and said "They're the Cullens. The honey blonde male is Jasper. The blonde girl is his twin Rosalie. The little spiky haired girl, Alice, is his girlfriend and the big male is Rosalie's boyfriend Emmett. The other boy is Edward. He's single but no one here is good enough for him. He even turned me down. They're all adopted by Dr and Mrs Cullen."
I nodded and glanced back at the Cullens. They all seemed to be staring at me.
'Great,' I thought.
At first I thought it was nothing so I went back to eating my lunch and participating in the boring conversation.
I glanced back up at the Cullens but that was a bad move. Edward was glaring at me; his black eyes seemed to be full of hate and something else, possibly frustration.
What's his problem?
As they stared at me I felt something bubbling up inside me; fear, possibly.
It was now that my brain clicked. They weren't normal but I couldn't place why.
They were all different but then they were all the same.
My instincts were telling me to run so that's exactly what I did.
I didn't care that I would miss class and I didn't care that the entire cafeteria probably thought I was crazy.
I walked quickly into the office to tell Mrs Cope that I was going home because I didn't feel well.
I wasn't exactly lying.
As soon as I was given the okay to go I ran through the sheeting rain to my truck.
It roared to life and I drove home.
As soon as I'd parked my truck I went inside and up to my room. I had only been home for about ten minutes when I heard a car in the driveway.
I walked over to my window and peered out.
Charlie was back.
I saw him glance at my truck then he walked up to the door and came inside.
"Bells?" he called.
"Yeah Dad?"
"What are you doing back? School's not over yet."
"I wasn't feeling well so I came home."
He appeared at my door. I saw him glance over me. "You get better then Bells."
I nodded and he walked away.
I was going to regret going to school tomorrow, although I could probably use the sick excuse to get out of it.
I did not want to meet Edward Cullen and I certainly did not want to find out why he was glaring at me.
The worst part of it all was that it was unavoidable.
I would probably end up meeting him knowing my luck.
My stay in Forks looked as if it was not going to be pleasant.
A/N: What do you think? This is my first fanfic and I would love to get support. Any tips you have on how I can improve my writing are appreciated as well.