Life is a joy

Disclaimer – sadly I do not own Twilight or its characters . . . oh a girl can wish

This story was mainly used as i way of me getting out a bit of anger from my home life - so it isn't my best . . . it has a good story line!

All Human.

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I'd always been happy with my life. Heck I was Bella Swan-Dwyer; I was popular and did great in school. I did have a boyfriend who was alright (past tense. We broke up). I had money and I didn't have about if my mom would be able to pay the next bill.

So when my mother told me she was sick of me and sent me to go live with my father – who I haven't seen in twelve years! I was . . . mortified.

Well that's what I told people . . . "my friends". They were hardly friends; they used me for my money and status. It was my fault, I put up with it for so long it just became second nature to me. Also I being sent to go live with my father was hardly the case – I begged to go!

To anyone who didn't know me I seemed like a spoiled little rich girl. I was most defiantly not! They all said I had it all; I had the sexy boyfriend – who of course turned out to be a jerk that got drunk and hit me. No one ever saw the real person . . . Bella Swan not Bella Swan-Dwyer.

As I parked my Aston Martin DB9 at my house – after my last day at school. I could feel my whole street's eyes boring into me.

"O-M-G I can't believe you're actually leaving today Bells, I'm so going to miss you!" some bleach blonde yelled as she pulled me into a hug. I tried to remember her name – don't see why, I'm leaving in an hour or two.

"Yeh. I'm going to miss you too" I told her kindly whilst resisting the urge to role my eyes.

I started to walk toward my mother's house and the blonde girl linked arms with me.

"I'm sorry I have to go ring my boyfriend. I'll talk to you before I leave!" I told her whilst removing my arm from hers. She pouted before hugging me again and running off back to her house. If she believed me she was stupid . . . Everyone knew I didn't have a boyfriend.

The one thing that Bella Swan-Dwyer was good at was acting. She acted everyday of her life – it was bound to make her a good actress.

I continued walking down the long path towards my mother's house. It was white and had three floors. It looked to perfect to look like a family home. It wasn't a family home. It was my mother's home and her daughter just happens to take up a room in it. When I finally got to the door I could feel anger starting to take over. After a few minutes of trying to calm my self down I pushed the door open.

I was greeted by my mother standing in the hall, her arms folded against her chest and a scowl on her face. Her eyes were hard and dark – no love came out of this woman. She had a small suitcase by her feet.

"Nice to see you too Renée" I greeted her coldly. My eyes stayed on the one suitcase she had already packed for me.

"It's Ren!" my mother had started to call her self by her nick-name. I made me want to gag "I want you gone in an hour. Leave you're car at the airport. You're ticket and passport are in you're bag" she informed me before storming off into some room of the house.

Most people have a bond with their mothers. Not me! I did once, that's why I was living with her in the first place – other wise I would be living with my dad. When she started to date Phil Dwyer she changed to be his ideal woman, so that meant she didn't want any reminder of her "awful past" as she put it . . . and that's all I was to her – a reminder of her time with my father.

I picked up the suitcase and clipped it open to find hardly any of my clothes in it and my ticket and passport inside – how stupid! How did she expect me to get on the plane when the ticket and passport was inside my bag?

I took them out, slammed the suitcase shut and picked it up. It was to light. Like I was going on a two night trip NOT moving away for the rest of my life.

"Bye!" I yelled before storming out the door. I drove to the airport as quickly as I could. I was finally leaving this hell hold. I'm going to go live with my dad and just blend into the background – it will be heaven!

When I got to the airport I left my car there like my mother asked me to and checked in for my flight. I had two hours to kill before my plane even landed. I decided to ring my dad.

I remember crying my eyes out when I had to leave when I was five. I believed my parents were happy together. I didn't talk to my dad for seven years, he would send me birthday card and cards in the holidays and I would send him them too. When my mom started to date Phil I knew I was going to be pushed out of her life so I turned to the person I had pushed away . . . he welcomed me back with opened arms. We rang each other at least once a day.

"Hello?" he answered

"Hey dad, it's me Bella" I said happily.

"Hey hunnie. What's up?" he asked. Even on the phone I could hear his concern

"Well I have to wait two hours at the airport because my lovely mother more or less pushed me out" I told him bitterly. Maybe I'm not telling the whole truth – but if I stayed around any longer she would have.

"Don't worry, you'll be home soon" I could hear the smile in his voice. I hadn't been to forks in thirteen years but I still called it my home.

"Yeh. I'll let you get back to the good people of Forks. See you soon dad"

"Oh one more thing! The Cullen's and most probably the Hales are going to be picking you up from the airport" he informed me. I felt my mouth pop open

"Who?" I squeaked

"Well you see I'm working tonight and I can't get the time off to come and pick you off and I was telling Doctor. Cullen about you're visit and he said his children would love to do it . . . they love new people" Charlie explained

"Fine dad. I really don't care, I just want to leave" I told him honestly. I heard him let out a huge breath.

"Okay, I've got to go. Love you" he mumbled . . . he's not the best when it comes to talking about feelings.

"Yeh dad, love you too" I mumbled back. (I get it from him). With that he hung up and I quickly got my book out – it goes every where with me. Most people can't understand how someone who is meant to be "popular" can actually understand Shakespeare. I would just ignore them and continue to read "Romeo and Juliet".

The plane ride back home was too long for my liking. The whole time I kept reminding my self that it was final over, no more fake smiles and kisses in the middle of the class – so everyone could see. I shuddered at the memory of it all.

The plane landed and I more or less ran off the plane, earning me a lot of disapproving looks off the other passengers. I ran to the baggage claim and found my one suitcase easily.

How was I getting home? Oh the Cullen's and the Hales. I bet they won't like me . . . the spoilt kid being sent to go live with her dad (Hardly! But that's how people will see it)

I started to walk toward the exit of the airport. I had no idea who I was looking for. I could feel nervousness starting to bubble inside me, but the feeling of relief was still to strong for me to really pay attention to it.

I put my suitcase down and waited, having no idea what I'm waiting for. I started to look at the floor and making invisible patens with my eyes before five sets of feet came into my vision. My head shot up and I felt my eyes widen as I took in the five immensely beautiful people in front of me.

Three boys and two girls. The girls were at the front. They were opposites, one was easily the most beautiful woman ever and she had long blonde hair that rippled down her back and light blue eyes, she was tall and slender. The second was short and slender too, she had short spiky black hair that flicked out in every direction; she was defiantly the second beautiful woman ever.

The boys were stood behind the girls. A huge muscular one with dark curly hair and a huge smile on his face had his arms wrapped around the tall girl, whilst the blonde and less muscular but still strong looking had his arms wrapped around the short girl. The third boy had to be some sort of god. His hair was had a slight red tint to it and his eyes were gleaming green. He was tall and muscular. His skin was paler then all the others and it looked so smooth. His eyes kept pulling me in.

I quickly shook my head and looked at the floor again.

"You're Bella, aren't you?" the short girl asked. Was she bouncing up and down?

"Yes" I replied quietly.

"Oh yay!" she squealed. She pointed to her self and then to the boy wrapped around her "I'm Alice Cullen and this is my boyfriend Jasper Hale" she then pointed to the beautiful girl and the huge boy "That's my brother Emmett and his girlfriend Rosalie Hale, but she likes to be called Rose" she informed me, finally she pointed the God like boy "And that is Edward my other brother" she concluded.

"Hi" I said weakly. The nervousness started to pop and dance around inside me now, all my insecurities started to run around me head when I compared my self to the people in front of me.

"Is that all you brought!?" Alice asked in disgust as she pointed to my suitcase that was next to my feet.

"I didn't pack, it was packed when I got home" I informed her and then mentally slapped my self for saying it.

"Okay" she sighed. She looked at me like she was trying to read something. I noticed that the God . . . Edward was looking at me like I was running around without a top on. When he saw me looking he just smiled, I raised my eyebrows at him. He just smiled at me like he wasn't doing anything.

I was distracted when my phone started to ring.

"Hello?" I asked a little breathlessly

"So you got there then? The plane didn't crash?" my mother snapped

"Yes I got here and safely, didn't you're wish-full thinking work this time Renée?" I snapped back.

"What-ever Bella. I was just checking to make sure you were okay" she informed me. I bite back a sarcastic laugh

"You shouldn't lie, you get wrinkles that way!" I was yelling now. I was half aware of the odd looks I was getting from everyone around me

"Don't take that tone with me! Just because you're living with your father doesn't mean you can talk to me like that!" She screamed back.

"You kicked me out! Or are you to drunk to remember what you said today, I'll remind you 'I want you gone in an hour'. Does that sound familiar at all Renée?" I screamed back

"What-ever Bella! I've got to go." She yelled before hanging up. I looked at my phone in disgust for a few seconds before looking up to see five very concerned people. I giggled nervously.

"That was my mother" I told them rather reluctantly. All their faces turned from concern to shock.

"Can we go?" I pleaded before any of them could ask questions. Rosalie was the first one to stoop looking at me like I was about to cry.

"Sure. Just follow us" she said as she pulled Emmett along. I followed after her grabbing my suitcase. Alice, Jasper and Edward followed after me. I could feel them staring at my back – but I was used to this (Well Bella Swan-Dwyer was).

The ride to Forks was silent, when ever any of them would ask me a question I would give a simple answer and then stop talking. They all seemed nice but I didn't need friends I just wanted to blend into the background.

The dropped me off at my old house, I was slightly shocked to see that it looked the same. The key was kept in the same place it was when I was little (just like Charlie had said) the inside was the same. I made my ways up the stairs and walked straight into my old/new room.

It looked more or less the same. I had a bigger bed and a desk with an old computer on it, a rocking chair from my baby-days and a small closet . . . which is good because I doubt my mother packed many clothes.

As I unpacked I realised that she had in fact hardly packed any thing. Four okay-looking shirts and a few jeans. A pair of converse and some sneakers. The only thing she seemed to be able to pack was sweats and large t-shirts.

I couldn't help but laugh because I knew she would do that, that why I had sent some clothes ahead to Charlie. I finally noticed the boxes in the corner and unpacked them . . . the clothes that I wanted to take with me.

When I had unpacked all my stuff and even cleaned the bathroom (I was in a cleaning mood) As I cleaned I kept thinking about Edward, it was strange but I felt like I needed him with me – maybe I'm ill?

When I had been back from 5 hours and Charlie still wasn't back I decided I should see what food Charlie had. I knew he couldn't cook – it was the first thing he told me when I asked if I could live with him.

On the phone to Charlie a year ago

"Dad, can I come and live with you? I hate it here!" I cried after finally snapping. I was sick of it all, the "fake-ness" of it all. Doing everything for popularity using people because they have money. Being ignored by someone who is meant to love you no matter what.

"I can't cook. So we'd be living on pizza, but I'd love you to come back home!" Charlie's giddiness was contagious, I could feel it radiating off the phone.

"I'll cook. I can cook! Thank you. Thank you. Thank you" I sang as I jumped up and down. (Gosh I must look odd-but I DON'T care)

"You have to ask you're mother" Charlie suddenly told me. Even that couldn't bring me down off this odd high I was on.

"Dad, she really won't mind. At all!" I told him

That had to be the happiest day in that whole year – that's kind of sad!

It was easy to see that Charlie didn't cook. He had hardly any food in. (Must go shopping tomorrow after school) Once I finished cooking, I was a little annoyed that Charlie still wasn't back yet. I quickly pushed my food into my mouth, not really tasting it.

My mind started to wonder (again) to the Cullen's and the Hales. I was really rude to them! I'll have to quietly apologise to them tomorrow in school and then disappear into the background . . . who am I kidding?

It won't be like that at all. I'll be the new girl – everyone will want to know what I look like, they will all make up their own opinion on me before I even talk to them – URG I hate high school.

The phone started to ring causing me to jump and then fall (What a shock!). After getting over the shock of falling I quickly – and safely – made my way over to the phone.

Erm, how do I answer this? Hello Chief Swan's house? Hello Bella Swan talking – way to formal . . . erm dam I have to pick it up.

I quickly snatched at the phone and placed it at my ear.

"H-Hey?" I mumbled into the phone . . . oh well done Bella – very good!

"Hi! Bella its Alice and, well everyone." Alice sang into the phone – how does she have such a nice voice . . . I wonder what Edward sounds like? (What is wrong with me!?)

"Oh Hi. I'm really sorry for being so rude at the airport and in the car . . . I'm really sorry!" I pleaded on the phone – hey now I don't have to talk to them tomorrow.

"Its fine" she told me before she screamed at someone away from the phone – I could still hear her "I told you she was nice. Pay up!" I started to laugh. She seems like she could be a really good friend – what am I thinking? I don't need friends, remember . . . trying to get away from all of that!

"Alice she can hear you, you know!" A soft voice that could only belong to Rosalie drifted down the phone.

"OH Gosh! Sorry Bella!" Alice yelled. I heard a light chuckle from someone I hadn't heard before and my breath hitched and I felt my heard pound against my chest. What is wrong with me!?

"Hey Bella" A musical, divine, breath-stopping beautiful voice flowed into my ear.

"Hi?" I asked a little breathlessly

"Edward" he confirmed. Not only did he look like a god – he sounded like one too.

"Hi Edward" I said again, feeling like an idiot. I could hear my smile in my voice.

"Hi Bella" he sounded like he was grinning to.

"O-My-FavoiteSkirt! . . . What was that, Edward? . . . Why are you looking like that? Why are you looking at me like that? . . . JASPER! Edward's going to kill me! . . . ARRRG GET OFF ME! . . . Bella's still on the phone!" Alice screeched. I didn't know if I was scared for her or weightier I wanted to burst out laughing.

"Bella! We'll see you tomorrow, you're sitting with us! We have to go; Edward's trying to kill Alice. It's really funny! See you tomorrow!" A deep voice boomed down the phone . . . I guessed it was Emmett – it suited him.

I was about to protest when he hung up. Just as I put the phone down Charlie came into the house more or less running.

"Bella? Are you here?" He asked as he started to walk into the living room, just as I was walking out.

He looked the same – it actually shocked me, compared to how much my mother had changed . . . good old Charlie – staying the same. Before I could take another step I was engrossed into a huge hug (From a man who hates to show his emotions! – I love my dad)

"My Bella's back!" He more or less sang as he squeezed me a little tighter before letting go. He looked at me before frowning a little bit. "You've grown up. I was half hoping for my five year old little daughter to come skipping towards me" he told me whilst chuckling lightly.

"Well the five year old me couldn't cook your dinner. So you're lucky you got the seventeen year old me. You're dinner is in the oven, most probably being burnt!" I scowled.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry I'm so late but you know what it's like for me." He shrugged before walking into the kitchen and getting his food out the cooker – to my surprise it wasn't burnt.

"So what did you think about the Cullen's and Hales?" Charlie asked, obviously wanting a subject change.

"Well they are all amazingly nice. I was just on the phone to them when you walked in, I was apologising for not talking when they picked me up . . . they accepted and I think I helped Alice win a bet, and then I had a little conversation with Edward and then they all forgot I was on the phone and it sounded like Edward tried to attack Alice. Emmett – I think – found it hilarious. They want me to sit with them tomorrow at lunch." I finished my little rant about them; Charlie had a huge grin on his face.

"What?" I asked when he kept grinning at me

"That's my girl. Already making friends . . . with the right sort of people!" He sighed in happy way. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Well I've un-packed, cleaned the bathroom and made dinner. I'm shattered dad; I'm going to call it a night." I told him as I got up and kissed him on the head before walking upstairs. I had a quick shower that relaxed me a bit before I passed out on my bed.

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