A/N Well, hi! This is ..laws right here with her first story at the age of 12. Yes, I'm 12. So don't mind the lousy vocabulary although my BFF has helped me correct most of the errors. She protects the English language with her life. So, yep. Don't insult it.

I don't own Twilight or any of Meyer's books although I hope I can be Kristen's little sister. Please Review after you are done reading or their won't actually be anything to actually review about. You get the idea. Will this is ..laws bringing you her first fanfic.

WAHOO!

For Git, Gioann, Claire, Adeline and Hannah

Along with my entire group of Twilighters

Bella's POV:-

What had become of my life? I was just running, hiding... A crisp, five dollar note was tucked away in my front pocket. It was my last note. The suburbs of Los Angeles- my home.

I'm Isabella Marie Swan, 18 years old and an orphan. My parents were long gone. They don't make a difference in my life. I was only twelve when those idiots got into jail. Spare my lack of respect for my parents; the drug addicts. Since then, I was running away from civilisation- everyone thought I was dead after disappearing a week ago. In this hellhole, anything can happen. The police were looking for me, I had to run. Distant sirens were heard and I took it as my cue to run, again. I was going to leave L.A. for... I don't know. Somewhere far away, where no one knew me. A small town, I guess. Grabbing my backpack, I made a dash for the subway.

It was either my luck or just the fact that it was 11.05pm, 31st December. A train was waiting, doors open. I jumped the gates and hopped on, just as the doors began to close...

The train was fairly empty – it was New Year's Eve. New Year's Eve and I was alone. Tears welled up in my eyes and I was soon seeing through water, Stop after stop, only a few vagabonds like myself came and went. I shivered at the thought that I was a vagabond.

The voice over the Public Announcement system awoke me from my musings. "This train service terminates here. All passengers are required to alight here. We wish you a Happy New Year!" I slammed my fist on the empty seat beside me in frustration. Why do they have to be so joyous all the time?

"Happy New Year, happy new year... I don't feel happy at all." I muttered.

I stepped out of the train, onto the platform. A cool breeze greeted me, making goosebumps appear on my exposed skin, which wasn't too many since I was wearing a jacket. Where was I? I hope it's a small town. It wasn't too hard to find out my whereabouts- a huge banner was strung across from one end of a pillar to another. "Welcome to Forks."

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A/N Short sweet chapters are good. The 2Rs (not reducing and recycling). You know what it is! Thx.

It will be longer next time. I promise. I didn't know one page in Microsoft Word could be so short right here. O.o Forgive me pls.