Chapter 1
***Here we go, the first chapter is up, i hope you like ´t be too harsh, its my first fanfiction ever any i am not a native you enjoy the story and song to listen to while reading this chapter is "In the middle" by Jimmy eat world.
I wish I´d thought of the Twilight saga, but you all know better: of course Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer, i only own this story.***
It was a sunny day in August and school had just ended. As usual Bella had volunteered to take some of her classmates home in her car. Soon she had taken everyone home safely and couldn't wait for her free afternoon to begin. She turned on the radio and started singing along and, happy to have the rest of the afternoon to herself, she pushed the gas pedal down.
She hadn't noticed the shiny black Mercedes next to her, so she kept on singing, drumming on the steering wheel …
Hey, you know they're all the same
You know you're doing better on your own
So don't buy in, live right now
Yeah, just be yourself
It doesn't matter if that's good enough for someone else
The driver of the Mercedes, a handsome blonde looking about 30, couldn't help but laugh.
The girl was a good singer, but he was sure she'd be embarrassed if she knew someone was watching. He'd met a lot of humans in his life, but he'd rarely been as fascinated by any of them as he was by this girl. Maybe because she was extraordinarily beautiful, even seen from the perspective of a vampire, maybe because her aura was something he couldn't quite figure out. She seemed to be very vivid, and he could feel that she was in a good mood but all the same she seemed to be worried about something and he had a clue that she wouldn't share the interests of an average Forks high school student...
He had been so taken up by his thoughts about her that he didn't even notice that the girl had turned into a driveway nearby. While Bella entered her home and thought about what she'd be cooking for her Dad, Charlie, the driver of the Mercedes still couldn't think about anything else than this girl and hoped one of his children would know more about her. He was convinced that in a town as small as Forks they would know what girl he was talking about if he mentioned her unique "vintage" truck. Foreseeing usually was his daughter Alice's job, but he sensed that he would meet this girl again and that there was more to her than met the eye…