Chapter 1: Walk Down Memory Lane
My name is Isabella Swan. But call me Isabella and you'll wake up in the hospital, only people I hate call me Isabella. My friends call me Izzy.
I am currently on a plane back to my personal hell hole, La Push. I moved because of Jared and Jacob Black and their gang. They would bully me in the hallways of La Push Middle School. And now, after five years I'm back for payback.
I remember the day I left as if it were yesterday.
Begin Flashback:
I was walking into the school with my head down waiting today's taunts about whatever they could come up with. My father, Charlie is the tribe's chief and doesn't know about these kids bullying me. He just thinks I'm super clumsy. I only have one friend but that doesn't bother me...
"Loser!" Sam, one of the bigger ass wholes besides Jake and his twin Jared, shouted really close to my ear. Then he shoved me into the lockers while my brother, Embry threw my books all over the hallway. Yea, my own brother treats me like shit. Funny thing is he'll act like the perfect big brother when it's just us two home, he tries to get me to talk to him. But, I never spend time with him because every time I look at him I remember all that he's done to me.
Wanna know my favorite part of all this? Leah, the "bitch" of the group, and Paul, the biggest "ass whole" of the group always stay behind and help me back up, they never bully me. I don't understand why though, I mean yea I'm grateful, but they're mean to everyone else.
Everyone from the "Black Heart" gang (my name for them) left besides Paul. I started getting back up when a hand was held out in front of me. I looked up, and it was Paul. When I got back up he spoke.
"I'm sorry about that, again, Izzy." I blushed at his nickname for me.
"Don't be sorry for something you didn't do."
"Ok, ok, but someone needs to apologize."
"Doesn't mean it needs to be you."
"Alright, then I'm sorry for apologizing."
"You apologize too much."
"I'm sorry"
"Stop apologizing!"
"Sorr-"
"Stop!"
"Ok, ok."
"So where's Leah?"
"Out sick...she says hi."
"Oh, that sucks, tell her I said 'I'm gonna miss her."
"You act like she's moving away."
"She's not, I am..." As I said that he looked away.
"Oh, I'll miss you. Is today your last day? Does Embry know?"
"Yes, today is my last day but no, Embry doesn't know. And I don't want him to know until I'm gone, so can you keep it a secret?"
"Sure. So, you're moving because of them?"
"Yeah, I can't take it anymore, and my dad is getting suspicious of me."
"Of you?"
"Yea, there's a reason I wear this arm warmers, and it's not for fashion."
"You mean you-"
"Yes, I cut myself, there's no other way of dealing with the pain."
"Give me your wrist."
"No!"
"Just gimme, I want to see what you've done."
"No, I don't think that's a good id-" Before I got a chance to finish my sentence he yanked my arm towards him and pulled off my arm warmer. Almost every inch of my forearm was covered in cuts, they weren't thin either. They were one to two inched long and two maybe three millimeters deep. I looked in his eyes to see them full of tears. Yet, only one managed to escape.
"Does Seth know about this?"
"He may be my best friend, but that doesn't mean I tell him everything."
"You need to tell someone."
"I did, I told you and you are not going to tell anyone else because I do not want to delay me leaving understand?" He hesitated before nodding his head. "You should go, don't want the Blacks to get suspicious." He nodded then left, and almost instantly Seth was by my side. I'll miss him, Paul, Leah and my dad the most.
End of Flashback!
"Attention passengers, we will be landing in Seattle in five minutes so please fasten your seat belts."
I left the plane, grabbed all my bags and went to my Ferrari Enzo. It's white with a black rose covered in blood on the hood. With all the upgrades I added to this car, it's able to go up to 500 mph. I call it Black Rose. Attached to the back of my car was one of those things for moving. In there I had my furniture and my four motorcycles. Each of my motorcycles had similar paint jobs done in different colors, and each bike came from a different company. The first motorcycle I got was a Honda, it's painted black with silver flames. The second motorcycle was a Buell, it's painted black with blue flames. The third bike was an Aprilia, it's red with black flames. And my last and favorite bike is my red with white flames Ducati. As you can tell I LOVE having flame tattoos on my bikes.
Each of my motorcycles reach at least 450 mph. I LOVE speed, it's a werewolf thing. Oops, forgot to mention, I'm a werewolf, well shape shifter. In my wolf form, I'm all black, but my tail is silver, my paws are brown, and my ears are white.
After the two hour drive I dropped everything off at MY house on the La Push reservation. I took all my motorcycles and put them in the garage that already held my 2001 Chevrolet Camaro. It was black with a white rose covered with blood on the hood. I call this one White Rose.
I took my helmet, which was black and had silver starts scattered all over it, and my Ducati and rode to my dad's house. When I got there five minutes later, I noticed everyone was in the back, where the driveway ended. Oh goody! Note sarcasm. When I took off my helmet I noticed everyone was in the back, staring at me with their mouths wide open. I looked around and noticed my dad walked up to me.
"May I help you miss?"
"Daddy!" I squealed and have him a BIG hug.
All the guys, that I knew were Jacob, Jared, Embry, Sam and Quil (by their faces) all gasped in shock and said
"Bella?"
While Paul, Leah and Seth ran up to me, and screamed
"Izzy!"
I turned to the boys behind me and said "It's Isabella to you."
