It had been almost 10 years since I had married Jacob Black. Yes. I am now Isabella Marie Swan-Black. To keep things simple I'm known as Bella Black. But everybody on the rez calls me BB for short. At first I hated the name but now I kind of like it. It makes me feel like family.

Jake and I got married the summer before my 20th birthday. Jake was only 17. But he looked more like he was 25. I had doubts that we were rushing and that Jake wouldn't be a good husband but I was wrong. Not only was he a great husband, he was also my best friend. Our marriage was more than I could have hoped for. Perfect actually. I mean sure we had a bumpy beginning but Jake was so persistent and patient. He broke down the walls that I had built around my heart one by one and filled the big hole in my heart with his love. He was my rock. My own personally sun as he would call his self.

I rolled over in my bed, continuing to reminisce.

Everything was great until that crazed vampire Victoria decided that she was going to kill me. Hadn't she heard that me and Edward hadn't been together since a week after my 18th birthday. I guess not because she created a newborn army to take me out since she was never successful at getting past the wolves alone. The battle came and the newborn army was annihilated. So was Victoria but not before she took the only reason I had to live. My heart, My soul, My sun. My Jacob.

I was completely devastated. I felt like I couldn't breath when Sam came to our house that day with tears in his eye's. I blacked out after he told me. I wished that it was me. I would have rather it been me. Jacob didn't deserve to die. It was all my fault.

I couldn't eat or sleep no matter how hard I tried. One morning I finally woke up because I felt really weird. It felt like I peed on myself. When I pulled back the covers my bed was filled with blood. I screamed so loud that I'm sure the whole rez heard me. Paul had to break into my house because I couldn't move.

*flashback*

I saw all the blood in my bed and my stomach was killing me. I screamed at the top of my lungs for what seemed like hours. I heard glass breaking and somebody running up the stairs. It was Paul.

"Oh my God Bella what happened?"

"I don't know Paul. It hurts so bad. Please help me."

I watched Paul grab the phone and call 911. Before I could hear anything else I blacked out. When I came to I was in a hospital bed. When the doctor came in he explained to me what happened. All I heard was 'stress' & 'miscarriage'.

When I was released Leah was there to take me home. She told me that she bought me a new bed and that she would be staying on my couch for a while.

*end of flashback*

Leah and I became good friends after that. Actually my best friend. But even with a best friend I still couldn't shake my depression. It got so bad that Billy and my dad had to come to my house and talk to me. They made me realize that Jake wouldn't want me to be like this. It would literally kill him to see me like this. They convinced me to live like Jake would want me to live. It took a few months to wrap my head around their words but I did eventually.

I couldn't stay in that house anymore. There were too many memories but I couldn't just sell it either because Jacob and both packs built it for me. It was my surprise wedding gift. So I decided to rent it out to Seth and his fiancé and go to college. Leah followed me because she didn't want to be stuck in La Push.

We ended up attending Wellesley College in Wellesley, Massachusetts which was an all girl school. I had scholarships that I mysteriously received back in high school when I was dating Edward Cullen which surprisingly they were still good for use. Leah had a partial scholarship and grants.

After my first year there I received a full ride thanks to all my volunteer work and my 4.3 gpa. I worked extremely hard because I didn't want to have time to think about my old life. So I took up a bunch of majors. Leah took up just as many majors as I did. We stayed in the dorms on campus during our entire stay at Wellesley. When we finally graduated we decided to take teaching positions at Petersburg high school in Alaska. We were now roommates. We bought a five bedroom, three and a half bathroom house that was surrounded by the forest and the ocean. It was close to the school and has walking trails for when Leah wanted to take a run. It gave us the privacy we wanted and the extra rooms for when the pack came to visit.

I looked at my clock again. It was 6:34. I hopped up and ran to the bathroom to take a shower. Once I got out I dressed in my black skirt suit with a royal blue blouse and my royal blue pumps. Yeah. A lot has changed since my days in Forks. When I got down to the kitchen Leah had oranges already sliced up in a Tupperware container.

"Thanks Lee. I really appreciate this."

"No problem BB."

We walked out to Leah truck and headed of to school. It was our first day. It was a short distance to the high school. Leah pulled into the parking lot. It didn't take long to find a suitable parking place since teachers' parking had its own designated area. We got out then walked to the front of the campus and through the front doors of the school.

I knew my way around the campus already, having been here about a week ago to adjust myself to my new surroundings and to organize my classroom as I saw fit. Me and Leah wished each other luck and went our separate ways since I was an English teacher and she was the P.E teacher. I slowly walked down the long locker halls to my classroom, room 114, and used my key to open the door. It was just the way I had left it. I walked down between the aisles of desks toward the front of the classroom to my desk and set my stuff on top of it. My hand lightly grazed the deep rich mahogany desk and I took a deep breath and let it out. This was now my classroom. This was now my new home away from home. I hadn't changed much of the classroom from how it had previously been set up, but I had added little touches here and there to make it my own.

I surveyed the room and went to open up the two windows on the right side of the classroom to let in some fresh air. Breathing in the fresh crisp air-filled my lungs and cleared my head a bit. I turned around to once again appraise my classroom. Looking toward my desk, my eyes fell upon the blank blackboard behind it. Something seemed like it was missing and I racked my brain to try to figure out what. Then I realized what that something was and made my way over to the board. I picked up one of the black markers and wrote in big letters "Welcome Back to School!" and today's date in the left hand corner of the board "August 26, 2008" I looked again and crinkled my nose. Something still was missing, and that's when it hit me, I was the new teacher at school and was sure no one would know my name so underneath the big, bold "Welcome Back to School!" I wrote my name "Mrs. Black". A small smile lighted my face as I snapped the cap back on the marker and turned to rest my hands on my desk as I looked out into the sea of vacant desks in front of me.

I stepped out of my classroom closing the door behind me and headed in the direction of the school's main office. On my way to the office, I passed by several students mulling around in the hallways checking the big orange posted signs directing them to their homeroom where they would be receiving their assigned school schedules for this fall semester. I felt more and more confident as I walked pass them as their heads turned to judge the appearance of the new teacher. I was no longer the average looking high school student, but was confident that I now exuded the poise of a serious young adult teacher. I had always had a much more mature personality even in high school, but now at least my body fit better to that of my mental age.

The main office was slightly crowded with students, as I'm sure was typical for a first day of school. I ambled over to the attendance office clerk's desk to pick up my class rosters.

"Morning Mrs. Black" the older women cheerfully called out as I came closer. "Here are all your classroom attendance rosters for this week. Just made sure to tear off the edge each day and put it in the clip outside your classroom so an office student aide can come by and pick it up at the beginning of each period."

She handed me the stack of official school-looking papers and proceeded to further instruct me on how to fill in the scantron bubble next to the name of the student if they were absent.

"Thank you again Mrs. Chapman" I said as I flashed her a quick smile before turning back to once again shuffle through the crowded office area.

Back in the confines of my classroom I began organizing myself to get ready for my first period class. I, luckily, was exempt from getting to be a homeroom and having to pass out the new schedules to students and had this opportunity of having a half hour of free time to fully prepare myself. I kept checking the clock every few minutes as the nerves inside me began to build up. I was excited at the responsibility of finally being a teacher, but at the same time anxious beyond belief. I smirked at that thought that maybe some unexpectedly kind student would come through the door to give me a bright red apple to place on my desk to start my days to come as their teacher. But who ever does that anymore? I laughed to myself and checked the clock again. Time had slipped away fasted than I thought and before I knew it the bell had rung. Moments later students started filling up the classroom. I was still rehearsing what I would say to them in my head. Then my mind went completely blank because a few feet in front of me stood the Cullens...