In the small town of Forks there lived a girl.

She wasn't perfect.

For a 12 year old, that is.

She stood five foot even, her legs enough to begin stretching over her childhood bed she received when she turned 9 years old.

Her hair was long and as dark as the night she stared out in from her bedroom window on the second story of her parents' home. From there she stood routinely in the daylight, watching the neighborhood children run rampant; laughing and screaming with joy. She wished to and join those other children whom she attended school with, so badly she wanted to be included.

Yes, this girl wasn't perfect.

She had a round belly, bigger than a basketball, or a beach ball she would soon refer it to. Her thighs touched, rubbed together. The arms she had to hide her stomach had extra layers of skin hanging onto the bones.

The one thing this young girl, soon to become a woman, would find attractive about herself would be her doe eyes. Sometimes in the morning, while her parents still slept, she'd use the bathroom briefly before returning to bed. For a moment, just a quiet moment, she'd glance at herself in the mirror. This moment was so rare for this young insecure girl, looking at herself, because that meant being disgusted with how her shirts began to not fit her correctly, how her newly found breasts were uneven and coming in much sooner than the other girls her age. How tight her panties fit around her blush hips, how squishy her "chipmunk cheeks" are, as her mother would put it.

No, this girl did not look in the mirror too often, but when she did she would stare into her own eyes with amazement. Those brightly lit hazel brown eyes of hers could shine so bright she wondered how they didn't convey the sadness that was held inside her. Once the moment was gone, she would return to bed and curl into her baby pink blankets, some tears forming in those beautiful eyes.

What this young girl had yet to discover was love. And not the parental love. She knew her parents loved her, even if they didn't always get along with each other-yes, Renee and Charlie adored one another, but what they loved more was their daughter. Even with all the love they could give their daughter is wasn't the happiness she needed.

Authors Note: Please tell me what you think of this new story. Even writing it I'm filled with emotions. More to come!