AN: Well this is my first Twilight fanfiction, AH of course, and Bella will be just slightly OOC, but not by much! Well I guess this is it then, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, the Cullens, or an electric toothbrush.. all of which I REALLY want, but I DO own the plot!

Chapter One: Leaving

This was it. I was finally moving across the country to live with my mother in Phoenix, Arizona.

I loved Forks and all, but frankly, it was not a place for me to stay stuck in forever. I loved Charlie, my dad, as well, but his job, Chief of Police, meant that he was rarely home and had little time to care for me anymore, I spent more time on my own preparing meals than I did interacting with him, or any of my friends. Well, what few friends I had. Not many teenagers decided to go to Forks High School, and even less were juniors, like me, it was populated with a only a few hundred students and the ones that did go? Well, lets just say I don't have a very good past with them... apart from a select few.

There was Angela Weber, my best friend in the whole world whom I would miss so, so much. She was always lively and funny but also incredibly supportive and she just couldn't not be kind, her loving nature meant she got on with most people and right from the moment I met her in 5th grade, we both knew we'd be friends.

Ben Cheney was Angela's boyfriend, and I got on with him really well also. He was just as kind hearted as Angela, if a bit shy, but once you got to know him, he became more talkative and it was apparent that he was very smart and witty when he wanted to be.

Tyler Crowley was also a part of our little group, he was my friend, but I couldn't help noticing how he always looks at me funnily, like Ben looks at Angela, but oh well, at least he wasn't as bad as Mike Newton.

Mike Newton was, somehow, also included in our group, and I wasn't exactly happy with it. I guess the best way to describe him was like a love-sick puppy, who constantly, no matter what I did or said, would not leave my side, and believe me, it was more annoying that Chinese water torture, and that's an understatement. He insisted on carrying my books for me and walking me to class, which usually made himself late resulting in numerous trips to the principles office, not that he cared. Sometimes, most of the time, he was just irritating and he didn't seem to get my messages to stay away.

That made up our little group, but we always had tag alongs, such as Jessica and Lauren, two boy obsessed rich girls who wore so much make-up it melted in the sun (not that we get much) and skirts so short you weren't sure where they ended and their underwear started. They annoyed me, Angela and Ben SO much, but Mike insisted they weren't much trouble and since Angela was so kind hearted, she couldn't say no, and nor could Ben, and at this point, I just kept my mouth shut.

So where did I come in, in our group? Well I don't really know to be honest. I was the average girl, average life, average looks. I was nothing special, I had chocolate brown eyes and hair to match, that fell to mid way down my back. I wasn't particularly tall or super skinny, just average. The one thing I WAS passionate about though was music. Music was literally my life and soul, taking a role in pretty much everything I did. And it wasn't just listening to it, it was singing and playing too. Acoustic guitar was my forte and I would do just about anything for my guitar... It was perfect, I didn't care that it was years old, it was perfect to me. The wood had been stained a deep blue colour and the strings, tuned to perfection and my favourite part was the engraving on the side, the guitar was a gift from my grandmother, who had now passed away and the side simply read, "To Bella, my darling angel, I will always be with you."

I had said my tearful goodbyes to my closest friends yesterday and now I was completely packed and ready to take the flight that would lead me to my erratic, hare-brained mother in Phoenix.

"Are you sure you want to do this Bells?" Asked Charlie as I slung my guitar case over my shoulder and felt for my phone in my pocket, to make sure I had it. You see, Charlie hasn't really come around to the idea of me leaving yet, but deep down we both know that it's best for both of us.

I sighed for the millionth time that day and gave him my answer.

"Yes Ch-dad, you KNOW it's what's best for both of us. Look, I made you some meals and froze them so you won't starve without me!"

He chuckled a little, "Thankyou Bells, I really don't know what I'll do without you, you know?"

"You'll be fine Dad, and I'll promise I'll visit."

"You better Bella, or I'll send my police cruisers after you!" He joked. I had to chuckle a little, although I was actually dreading leaving on my own for once.

"Goodbye Dad, I'll really miss you," I said, my voice almost breaking because of the sudden wave of sadness that overcame me. I could see his eyes starting to water as well.

"I'll miss you too Bells, say hello to Renee for me, now go, before you miss your flight!"

"Bye," I whispered, smiling sadly before turning around and heading towards the terminal pulling my two suitcases along with me. I knew that if I looked back, the pull for me to stay would be too strong so I braved it out and kept my eyes in front of me.

The flight was long and uneventful, so I stuck my headphones in my ears and listened to Linkin Park, all songs to suit my slightly saddened mood at this point. Although I was looking forward to seeing my mother Renee, I knew how much Charlie would miss me, and I him, which had triggered my unhappiness. After a while, I had noticed the landscape changing below us and the clouds clearing and just on cue, I heard the pilots announcement that we were starting our decent into Phoenix, Arizona.

When I had retrieved my luggage and made sure my beautiful guitar was alright, I headed out of the airport to search for Renee, knowing her, she was probably late, or lost, or both. As soon as I stepped outside, the heat hit me like a wall of bricks, it was so much hotter than Forks and even though I had been here several times before, I never remembered the heat as bad as this. I instantly regretted my choice of clothing, a blue lowcut t-shirt and jeans, because this was short and tank top weather, no matter how much I despised short and revealing clothing.

"Bella!" I heard a female voice shout and I knew who it was as soon as the words had left her mouth.

Renee. I spun round to find my wonderful mother looking back at me, with her new husband Phil at her side. Its not like I don't like Phil, he's just not totally warmed up to me yet and whenever we speak, it seems a little too formal for my liking.

"Mom," I smiled at her widely and admired her new choice of haircut, a crazy curly short bob type thing, but that's mom for you. She pulled me into a tight hug before holding me at arms lenght looking over me.

"You're so beautiful Bella dear! How could I not have noticed that!" She said, sounding as surprised as I was.

"Sure mom," I replied severely doubting her remark, I was just plain old Bella, "can you help me with the luggage?" I asked, trying to lead her off the subject. Just as Renee was going to speak, Phil cut in for her.

"I'll get it Bella, good to see you by the way," he said, and smiled at me as if he wanted to show me he was trying but it didn't really work, I just had to smile back.

As Phil lead us to the car, Renee kept on talking to me about how I was and what I had been doing, typical Renee, too talkative for her own good.

"So you got a boyfriend Bella?" She suddenly asked out of the blue just as I was getting into the car.

"What?!" I shrieked in exclamation and proceeded to hit my head of the top of the door, same old clumsy Bella.

"Ouch," I said, rubbing my now sore head, "no mom, I don't," I said, and inwardly groaned, she liked to know every detail of my life and by every, I meant everything. She was still chuckling at my clumsiness and it took her a second to reply.

"I see you're still the same old Bella then," she said and smiled widely at me, " and it doesn't matter about the boyfriend, there are plenty of potential boys here you know," she said and winked and me. Yes, winked. Sometimes she was a little to much to handle... I wasn't exactly ready to have a boyfriend yet, you know, just having moved in and all, I was just going to focus on school really.

"Oh my gosh mom! Can we not talk about that right now! I'm pretty sure I'll just be concentrating on school for now," I said, voicing my thoughts.

"Darling, give her some space," Phil said from the drivers seat and I was suddenly thankful for him being here and gave him a grateful smile.

"Okay, okay," she said, a hint of a sulk edging into her voice, "Oooh look! We're home Bella dear!" And I did. I was met by the familiar picture of Renee's house, just how I remembered it. It was a regular sized townhouse, detached and painted white all over to reflect the hot sun. The browning grass in the front lawn was sparse and the garden path cracked and worn away. I loved it. I had so many memories here, and I hadn't realised how much I missed it. As I got out of the car, guitar case over shoulder, I slowly made my way over to the front door, taking in every tiny detail. As Renee opened it, a familiar smell washed over me, once again drowning me in memories.

"You know where your room is Bells," Renee said, sensing my excitement, "go right ahead and get settled in." She finished with a smile.

"Thanks mom," I shouted to her, because at that time I was already half way up the stairs.

Once I had packed away my stuff, and taken my guitar out of its case, I heard mom call out to me.

"Hey Bells! Me and Phil are going to visit some friends alright, I forgot we promised them, I'm sorry Bells! We'll be back in a couple of hours."

"That's cool mom, see you later," I called back.

Finally, some time alone to play my guitar. You see, I hated playing in front of anyone, and even if I knew someone could hear me. I liked to keep my music to myself, and only myself. I sat on my bed and started to strum the first chords to a song I had written years ago, but it was still one of my best creations.

Sometimes I get so weird

I even freak myself out

I laugh myself to sleep

It's my lullaby

Sometimes I drive so fast

Just to feel the danger

I wanna scream

It makes me feel alive

Is it enough to love?

Is it enough to breathe?

Somebody rip my heart out

And leave me here to bleed

Is it enough to die?

Somebody save my life

I'd rather be anything but ordinary please...

(AN: Anything But Ordinary by Avril Lavigne)

Just as I was about to go into the second verse, I heard my phone vibrating, notifying me of a new text.

Hey Bella! How's it going? Did you get there okay? How is it? Oh I miss you Bella! Love Angela x

Angela was always so caring, I couldn't help but smile as I swiftly replied.

I'm good Angela! I got here fine thanks and its starting to grow on me, I think I may like it here... well I guess that depends on how school goes! I miss you too Angie! Love Bella x

As I sent the text, I realised the time, it was after ten o'clock, and if I wanted to actually get to school on time, I was going to have to go to bed now. I know school just after I got here was a little soon, but as it was the middle of the year, I had to get back to it as soon as possible, although I already hated the new girl status I knew I was going to get, I don't really enjoy attention, it mainly causes me to trip up. On air.

I quickly changed into my sweats, and crawled into my bed. Today was a long day and tomorrow was going to be even longer.

My lasts conscious thoughts were of what people were going to think of me, my music and my guitar. Typical me.

Finally I was out to the world, getting ready to face the next day that would surely be hell.

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