Hello again everyone, ok so I have some explaining to do basically this story used to be called dear diary but I decided that was going no where and so here is my new and improved version, together with a couple of twists thrown in and a whole lot of mystery and drama too. I hope you guys like it. Anyway enjoy

xx Alice xx p.s SM owns all.

Chapter one.

October 10th

Dear Rose,

The days have passed without much thought, yet now I find myself worrying excessively, for the day has arrived – my future is one which shall depend fully upon the days to come.

To say I am scared would be a great lie on my part and so I shall tell you – my most trusted confidant – nothing but the truth. I am terrified. I find myself in a situation where I feel as though I am completely unaware of my surroundings, as though my hands are tied – a blindfold wrapped securely around my eyes, so that I may no longer see.

I know that perhaps I shall no longer be allowed the time to write to you now, for mama does not give me a moments peace, she warns me that time is precious and that I cannot waste what time I have, for there is too much to do in the little time there is left. Time – it is a curious thing I must confess. Time changes everything.

I find myself thinking solely of the days to come now, and I must with great regret bid you my fondest goodbye. I can hear mama calling from the sitting room, I must go.

Sincerely,

Isabella.

Dear diary,

Crap. It's here. The worst possible day of days. I feel so light headed and worried that even my usually oblivious step father, Phil has begun to notice! My face really must say it all then, I guess I really am an open book just waiting to be read. Great.

Confused? Well then let me start at the beginning, today is the day I move across the country to a teeny tiny town named Forks. Yes Forks. My mom has told me time and time again that I do not have to go, that I could stay and move around with her and her new husband Phil.

In case you haven't already guessed I of course politely declined, telling her that I did not want to be a burden and that she should have fun – almost as if I was the mom here in this relationship.

I started to regret it though the moment I boarded the plane, remembering my mother's broken expression – tears running from her eyes as I said my last goodbye. Now I was all alone, for now at least, with only my old duffle bag for support. Hopefully Forks won't be too bad, I mean sure it will rain and rain and …rain. But it can't be that bad can it?

I guess we shall see, hopefully it will all be ok, and I will love it there…maybe.

Bella x

I clambered aboard the aircraft – holding my ticket out dazedly towards the stewardess, who quickly ushered my towards my small, rather cramped seat. I prayed that the seat beside me would stay empty, so that I could read, my book in peace.

As usual, I wasn't so lucky and I watched as a plump balding man took the seat beside me – his eyes never once leaving the pages of his car and driver magazine.

Breathe in. Breathe out. In and out, that was all I could do to keep myself calm as I awaited for take off, I tried to remind myself that it was only my father I was going to see, I was off to meet my own dad not my death. Why should I feel so afraid?

I busied myself for the remaining minutes with taking the time to read the safety instruction manual with great concentration. It was something I had read a hundred times before, but I didn't feel like taking chances today, tempting fate was not the greatest idea for me. Not that it needed any tempting; it always seemed to get me either way.

It was no secret that I had some of the worst bad luck in history. I was almost a constant visitor to the local A&E, in fact I seemed to visit so regularly that the doctors and nurses had taken to calling me by my first name. It always made me blush with embarrassment when they would ask what I'd done this time.

Finally the plane took off and I found myself slipping into a lulling, peaceful slumber.

It was hours later when we touched down in Seattle, and I felt rather proud of myself for at least surviving the flight without any real worrying. Planes had always scared me as a child – I guess it must have stuck with me for all of these years.

I glanced outwards from the warm cabin, out of the little window and into the grey skies of Seattle; it was raining heavily…no surprise there then. Welcome, I muttered to myself, letting out a small chuckle.

It was then that the man next to me finally decided to move from his seemingly frozen state. He turned to glance at me, giving me an odd look as if to say are you crazy. Perhaps he had heard my muttering. I blushed and turned away, vowing to keep quiet in future.

A few minutes later and the cabin doors were opened, the balding man quickly dashing for the exit. I sighed quietly to myself before grabbing my anorak and duffle bag and heading out into the growing storm.

I cautiously rushed across the blackened runway towards the main building, sighing in content as the warm air hit me from inside the building. I took a moment to simply stand there, my eyes closing of their own accord, as I stood beneath a warm heated air vent.

I was awakened from my thoughts by a faint yell, "Bella!" I knew who had called me at once, Charlie, my father who I had not seen in so long. I turned towards him, taking in his appearance. He looked the same as always – it was as if he hadn't changed at all, though his hair seemed thinner and he had grown a moustache. He pulled me into an unexpected hug and though it only lasted a moment, I was touched – Charlie wasn't usually one for showing emotion.

It was then that I noticed the others. Beside him stood a tanned boy, tall and lanky looking and an older looking man in a wheel chair. I recognised them at once, Jacob and Billy Black.

I hurriedly rushed over, my suitcase rolling behind me, bumping around, as if it was determined to be harder to pull. I stood beside Charlie and was pleasantly surprised when Jacob stepped forward pulling me in for a bear hug.

"Welcome home Bells." he said happily, his face nuzzled in my hair, inhaling my strawberry scent. "Thanks Jake" I said warmly as he finally let my feet once again touch the ground, for which I was extremely grateful.

I giggled slightly and heard Billy chuckle too from behind Charlie. This had all seemed so daunting but a couple of hours back, but now I was here it felt good, like I was meant to come here all along.

After they had all welcomed me 'home' and I'd made sure I'd remembered to pick up everything, we headed off. Billy and Jake had to go back to LaPush, but not before I'd told them to drop over some time soon, they said something about needing to go to some meet that the council were holding but that they would definitely visit in the near future. And so now it was just me and Charlie, in the police cruiser, with nothing to say. Awkward much?

"So…how's Forks been?" I asked trying to strike up something that resembled conversation, anything to stop this awful silence, I thought. Charlie seemed to realise what I was trying to do and he wasted no time in humouring me. A happy smile graced his face as he began to speak of his home town. I got the feeling that Charlie felt real pride in being the chief of police here.

"Forks…Forks is good. I mean the weathers not so bad, it just takes some getting used to, you'll learn to live with it eventually. I just know you're going to love living here Bells, the schools great and of course all the kids want to meet you – you'll have lots of friends I'm sure. After all you are somewhat a celebrity around here Bella. Talk of the town kiddo." Charlie chuckled at his little joke – and I felt my face blush profusely; he knew how much I hated attention of any kind.

I replayed Charlie's words in my mind "talk of the town" and huffed, looks like tomorrow would be interesting then.

Charlie's home…my home looked much the same as it always had. That same great oak tree stood outside, the branches reaching out high above the house. The door was still that same brown and the windows still had those awful yellowing lacy curtains they had back when I was too young to walk. But I felt glad it had not changed in a way, for this was where I should have grown up, this was home.

I went to bed early that night, claiming I wanted to be well rested for my first day of school tomorrow. But in truth I really just wanted to be alone, and so I clambered up the stairs and into my bedroom, I had unpacked all of my belongings earlier this afternoon but it still shocked me as to how much my room had not changed.

Everything was just how I'd left it, with the addition of a couple of things that I would need such as the desk and an old computer. That computer had seen better days, I thought with a light chuckle. My fingers trailed over a picture of me and my mom and suddenly the water works started. It was not a sob or a hysteric cry but rather a silent wash of tears that ran silently down my darkened cheeks.

Today was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do, and tomorrow? Well that really would be a nightmare, something I would face whether I wanted to or not, and the fact was I really did not want to…at all.

I never did quite fit in anywhere – always the odd one out – and I just hoped that maybe here would be different. Charlie had said that they all wanted to meet me but was that because I was a new shiny toy to play with and show off or simply because they really did want to meet me and be my friend, for me not for the popularity of knowing the new girl.

My thoughts and worries did not stop, and I went to sleep that night, feeling absolutely shattered, but with an inkling that I was not alone. As I slept little did I know that from my oak tree two eyes watched, never leaving my face as they gazed on in wonder.

Confused anyone? I don't blame you if you are; now I wonder if any of you can guess what is going on in the beginning of this chapter. And who's watching? You will have to review to find out. Until next time my lovelies. xx Alice xx