Okay, this is the first fan fiction I've ever written. Excuse the grammar a bit, the verb noun agreement may be off since I've gotten into the habit of writing in third person. All constructive criticism is welcome with open arms, let me assure you. So, now that I've gotten that out of way, I do hope you enjoy this first chapter.(:
"Love life and dream on,"
Those five little words echoed through my head every day. They were the last words spoken to me before everything that I held close and dear was taken from me. Now, after five years of foster homes and living a few years in hell, here I was back in my hometown of Forks, Washington, standing in front of the house that I, Isabella Swan, had the best thirteen years of my life before both of my parents were murdered.
I had no living reletive and no where to go except this dinkly little rundown house before me. While staring at it memories fludded back and in now time I had to push my feelings behind the wall in front of my heart.
Never again would I trust.
Never again would I love a single soul.
With a sigh, I moved forward and opened the screen door to walk into my past home. Looking around, I realized how much work needed to be done to the place and so, out to walk to the hardware store I went.
Not having a car had it's advantages and disadvantages. I stayed physically fit and I didn't have to spend all my money on gas expenses, but I had no other way of transportation and it was quite difficult to haul stuff across the town. Soon, though, I would buy me an old used vehicle with the money I had saved during the time that I was a minor. In the bank I had about 30,000 dollars from working weekly and not spending a dime of it.
Looking around, it seemed just like yesterday that I was walking these streets of Forks with my friends and laughing about all the silly things in life. Never did I think that the life I took for granted would be torn away from me.
"Dang, Bella... What ever happened to those days..?" I let out a sigh then realized everyone probably thought I was some homeless creeper with the way I was walking around and talking to myself. May hair was short and unkept, my clothes looked about three sizes too big and my face was sullen and held a disappointed expression on it.
After shaking my head, I kept walking on, keeping my eyes to the ground to avoid the risk of anyone reconizing me. I knew that no one probably would, but still... I'm being paranoid.
As I turned to enter the hardware store all I heard was a high pitched squeal "Holy shit... BELLA?"
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So that was a little short, I'll work on that. Who do you think the squeal came from? Who, of all people would recognize Bella Swan in such a wreck? More of her background story to come, my friends.