A/N: This is sort of a prologue, semi-filler chapter, same will probably be with the next couple chapters. Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

Bella POV

7 years since I had left my mother, my father, my best friend, my birthtown.

7 years since I've had my last moment of freedom, of seeing anything or anyone I knew.

7 years since I had arrived in Volterra, cold and hungry and scared.

Renesmee poked me.

"Mom, when are we going?" she asked.

"We're going at sundown," she sighed and flipped through a Seventeen. Ironically, she was forever seventeen. I would be forever eighteen. I looked down at my lap as I waited for the hours to pass by.

Aro, Caius, Marcus, Jane, Alec, Felix and Gianna came to see us off. They each hugged us and kissed us on both of our cheeks. Gianna handed us each a dark grey cloak and enveloped our shoulders. I grabbed my Chanel tote bag and took Renesmee's hand and drove to the airport.

Once we arrived, everybody looked at us. I assumed they thought we were twins. Well, we were wearing the same outfit: Juicy Couture velour sweats. Hers green and mine were purple. We checked in swiftly and boarded the plane. I got the window seat.

"Mom, where are we moving again?" Nessie asked.

"Don't call me mom!" I hissed. "We're moving to Portland, Oregon." She settled down soon after and pretended like she was going to sleep. I leaned my head against the window, mentally preparing myself. Goodbye Volterra, hello Portland.