Hey this is a new Twilight story I thought up. I know you guys probably think it's going to be one of those cliched ones, but trust me, it'll be anything but cliched once I'm done with this baby :) So, read on, and don't forget to REVIEW! If we can reach 20 reviews by the time I put the next chapter up, I will be a very happy girl :)

Disclaimer: I do not own it. The plot, maybe, but the setting, characters, and all that good stuff? Nope... I wish I owned Edward, though. :)

Happy Reading!

Chapter One

I was eight when it happened.

Listening at the door that led to the kitchen, my ear pressed against it, I could hear Renee and Charlie arguing loudly. She was saying things; horrible things about how she hated Forks and everything that came along with it. She told him that she was leaving.

At that point, I wrenched my small body away from the door and ran upstairs to my bedroom. I launched myself on my bed, tears already making their way steadily down my cheeks, as I hugged my favorite teddy bear to my chest, burying my face between it's brown, fuzzy ears.

It was then I heard the footsteps on the stairs, making their way steadily closer. Steadily closer to my demise.

I heard a soft knock on the door, then Charlie came into the room, his eyes red like he'd been crying. He gave me the biggest smile he could muster, but it wasn't more than the corners of his lips pulling up only slightly. He came over to my bed, and sat on the edge of it. "Bella, honey." He began, pulling me over to him so I could sit on his lap. I leaned my head against his shoulder, looking up at him expectantly. "Your mommy isn't happy here anymore. She wants to go to Arizona, and she wants to take you with her." He said, and then stopped speaking at that moment, a lump obviously rising in his throat.

My lip began trembling as I looked up at him, horror drawn across my facial features. "No!" I shouted, my voice high pitched, way back then. "I don't want to go! I want to stay here with you!" Truth be told, I'd always been more attached to my dad then my mom. I was a daddy's girl for sure.

"Bella, you have to. She won't let me keep you here with me. She needs you with her, sweetie. But you can visit all the time, okay?" He said, his voice controlled, so he wouldn't start crying.

I hated seeing my dad so upset like that; like the life was being sucked right out of him. I threw my arms around his neck, and hugged him tightly, hanging onto him for dear life.

"Bella." My mother's voice cut through vehemently. "Start packing your clothes. Your father will help you." She said the word like it was poison. I hated it. I hated her for making me move. It was horrible.

I was about to protest, but Charlie shushed me, I suppose out of fear I would get into trouble. "Do as she says, pumpkin." He whispered and I nodded, my watery eyes downcast as I got my kitty-cat suitcase, and began dragging my clothes out of my dresser drawer, Charlie helping me refold them and put them neatly in my suitcase.

I could hear my mother downstairs on the phone with the airline people, getting us two tickets to Phoenix, Arizona.

I didn't want to move to hot, sunny Arizona. I'd lived in Forks all my life; it was my home. I never wanted to leave it because I'd grown so accustomed to it. I would be leaving my one best friend behind: Angela Weber. We shared everything; secrets, lunches, homework answers. I would miss her so much. I didn't really have any other friends; we were considered outsiders of the other kids and didn't get along to well with everyone else.

Soon enough, my mother came stomping up the stairs. "Our flight is in two hours. Hurry. We have to go." She said, not looking me or Charlie in the eyes. It hurt me to see that she was tearing our family apart like this.

Downstairs, once all my things, and Renee's, were packed, my mother got in the car, leaving me to say my goodbyes to Charlie on the front porch. My dad hugged my tightly, and I could tell he didn't want to let go. Tears were streaming from his eyes, as were mine. "Be a good girl, Bella. I'll work out arrangements with your mother for you to come visit sometime soon, okay?" He said, giving me at least a little hope, and I nodded tearfully.

After several more minutes of a painful goodbye with Charlie, I got in the car with my mother. She didn't look back at Charlie as we left him behind us, standing there on the front porch, looking so broken and lost. I, however, watched as he got fainter and fainter in the distance, until I couldn't see him anymore. I turned around in my seat, staring at my hands.

Renee tried sounding cheerful. "Well, on to sunny Arizona, Bella." She said, her voice seeming crisp.

I didn't answer her. At that moment, even though I was eight, I hated her. I hated that she tore my life apart; tore Charlie's apart.

I stared out my window, and the only thing breaking me out of my revere was footsteps on the stairs. I was seventeen now, glad I only had another year before I could move back to Forks of my own free will, since I'd be eighteen.

In since she left my dad, Renee had remarried. A guy named Phil was her voice; too young, but he seemed mentally mature enough. He played ball for a living. Minor league ball, but still. At least he was following his dreams.

Renee opened my bedroom door without knocking and I rolled my eyes. I'd never really forgiving her for moving me away from my home, away from my dad, nine years ago, even though I spend spring, summer and fall breaks with him. But that still wasn't enough in my opinion. Nothing could persuade me to stay here in this hell hole.

"Bella, some people moved in across the street this morning," She said, standing in my doorway, looking at me. I didn't look back at her, though. "We should go and welcome them. I made a cake to take over there and everything. So, come on."

I sighed as she exited my room, and I pulled on the black and pink Converse sneakers Phil had gotten me for my birthday. At least the guy has taste, I had to give him that much.

I went downstairs, my footsteps heavy as my mother led the way defiantly across the street, Phil and I trailing behind her like her lap dogs. God knows she acted like it sometimes.

She walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. I stood behind her and Phil, embarrassed. My mother couldn't have given them a day or so to settle in? Talk about intruding….

After a moment, we could hear footsteps, and then the door opened to reveal a green-eyed bronze-haired boy smiling as he looked past Renee and Phil, directly at me. Of course, Renee paid it no mind…

Okay, so, there you have it. Chapter one! I would also like to have a beta for this, so if anyone thinks they are up for the job, just PM me!! Remember, let's try to get 20 reviews! Tell your friends ;)

Love,

M.F