A.N.: Hello people willing to read my story! As you may have noticed, this will be my first posting on this site. I have written before, but never really gotten up the courage to let anyone see my work. It makes me nervous just thinking about it now. _

So read, comment, whatever! (Just no flamers please, I know I'm average.)

Disclaimer: Twilight and none of its characters shall ever be mine

Bella P.O.V.

I stared out the car window as we drove. To ease some of the boredom that consumed me, I counted the evenly spaced trees that adorned the side of the road. People strolled on the sidewalks; joggers, old people, and couples. I tapped my finger impatiently at the pure predictability of it all.

It was a moderately cloudy Sunday afternoon. My mother, Renee, was situated in the driver's seat, her face a mask of uncertainty. I sighed as I looked from her to the suburban neighborhood that she was forcing me to spend my summer in.

"Bella, you know I-"

I grunted.

She huffed, something we both did when we were frustrated. "Okay then. I'm trying to be the good parent, I really am. You may think I'm being a big bitch, and that doesn't matter. You can think whatever you want. However," she glared at me, as if daring me to object, "your disrespectful behavior better not be a part of your visit with your grandparents. There will be consequences to everything you do; Grandpa won't let you get away with anything."

Did she really think I cared? Her words had basic meaning, but I just couldn't take them seriously.

We pulled into a cul-de-sac and parked next to the same beige-colored house that my grandparents had lived in since the beginning of time. The neighborhood was post ghetto, with only minimal graffiti and trash littering the ground. My grandparents' house was probably the cleanest house around for miles.

I ignored Mom as she babbled on about self-discipline and the importance of having a positive attitude. I just tuned her out, even though I was without my precious i-Pod. I wasn't sure I would survive the summer without it.

I got out of the car and hauled my meager backpack over my shoulder, watching numbly as my feet took me up to the front door and Mom rung the bell. My grandma came and answered the door, smiling brightly at me, the age-telling creases fanning around her eyes. Laugh lines, some would call them. She gave me a hug just as welcoming as her smile, but I tried to keep my face defiant. I didn't want my mom thinking it would be so easy to suppress me.

With any luck, it wouldn't.

"Bella, it's so good to see you, dear," Grandma said sincerely. "We've missed you so much."

I just nodded, not even attempting a smile.

"Where's dad?" Mom asked, her head cocking to the side slightly in question.

Grandma rolled her eyes, finally showing some sense of negativity. "Oh, he's over at Donald's house. Playing poker. I swear, that man needs to put his family first every now and then."

Typical of my grandfather. He wasn't any kind of sensitive - sometimes I wondered if he even felt simple human emotions. I was glad I wouldn't have to see him right away, though. He would end up being the bane of my existence this summer, more than anything else.

As my mom continued to chat idly, I walked past Grandma and up the stairs to the guest room.

Might as well get used to this place, I thought bitterly.

Well? Let me know what you think! Or not. But then Angstella won't be happy.

And don't worry, to those of you who're concerned - Edward will make an appearance soon. Very, very soon.

Also, the chapters for this story will be undeniably longer. This first entry is like a sample of what is to come.

Asta-la-bye-bye!