Finding my way

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT, if I did it would suck and all that, this is just a pastime

Obviously it's a fan fiction HELLO you're in

The thing about this fanfic is that it's about how Bella is trying to change her ways and wanting to be a better person even though she doesn't realize it at first and that's the way she meets the love of her life but like in every fairy tale there must be struggles and she's facing something stronger than her, a bad memory she's trying to forget but that could lead to terrible things even to death. (If I were you I'd read it and then say if it's good or not.)

This is my first try at writing a fan fiction so please don't go hard on me…Hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1: WHY ME?

Why does everything suck so much? First I had to leave Phoenix because my mom thought I was getting out of control. ME… Ok, I must admit I'm a total seventeen year old weirdo that smokes, dresses with baggy clothes, uses a bandana to hide all of her hair because it grows like crazy so I decided not to cut it anymore, so now every time I have to wash it I have to call my mom for help and this is why I had to leave Phoenix.

FLASHBACK

I better call mom to help me with this hair, I can't believe it's so long already. Seven months ago I thought it was on my shoulders and now it's by my knees.

"MOM, COULD YOU HELP ME WASH MY HAIR"

"In a sec. Bells."

UGH. I hate it when she calls me that I like Bella and that's that, don't call me "BELLS" it's so not my style. "Mom I've told you not to call me Bells I hate it and I can't wait much could you JUST COME and help me?"

She walked over to the bathroom and started saying "Isabella don't you use that tone with me and I'm sorry but I've had enough of this"

"What are you talking about?" Why does she have to be so aggravating it's exhausting to fight over and over again with her…I always win. "Could you just help me, NOW?" I was in the shower with my head popping out of a corner of the shower door.

"NO. Bella, you've been smoking, sneaking out almost every night…"

"Almost?" I don't sneak out almost every night; I walk through the front door and get out of the house EVERY night.

"Now who do you think you are? Isabella I'm sorry but since you've been sneaking out and getting home at sunrise, treating me with disrespect and think that Phil is going to put up with this anymore and more important me, I think it's better if you go live with your father for awhile and have some firm hand to adjust this behavior of yours."

End of Flashback

So yeah, that's why I had to leave Phoenix. Second I had to go live with my Dad because he has a "firm hand". Well, the only thing I'll say is that he is a cop and that I've been chased by a lot of them and they've never catch me. Third, I had to go to Forks high school in the middle of the semester and I know it's going to be exhausting to go class to class having to say who I am, where I come from and all of those stuff the teachers ask when you enter a new school, BORING.

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Everything happened so fast that I was already at my dad's house, Charlie. He's house was a two floor house with three bedrooms one for him, one that was mine and the other for storage. My room was the biggest one because that's the way they wanted it, and now I was more than ok with that. I remember that he told me once when I was little that he had a step-son just my age and that when I came for visit I would've liked him a lot. But that never happened since I decided I didn't want to be in a place so cold. But look where I am now.

"Bella, get your stuff"

"You're not going to help me?" I thought he would at least help me a little bit, I AM still a WOMAN and he's daughter.

"No, and when you put your stuff in your room I want you to come straight down."What? This can't be happening he wants to talk to me.

"Why?" I was absolutely not going to put up with this "I'll unpack first, shower, then eat, then brush my teeth and after all of this I'll come down." Who does he think he is my FATHER? Well, he is but he's not much of a father figure to me than he was when I was a little girl.

"ISABELLA MARIE SWAN IF YOU ARE NOT DOWN IN TEN MINUTES…"

"OK, chill I get it, take my bags to my room and come straight down, right?"

"You better or you're going straight to school and come back home and nothing else."

My first day here and my dad is treating me like I'm some kind of hostage. So I got two bags first and got them to my room and had to make another trip to the car to get the third bag I was so exhausted I took two seconds to see my room and it was pretty much the same the only difference was that it had a computer with a modern and a appropriate bed for my size. Walking on the upstairs hallway I could've sworn that someone was watching me, but when I looked back there was no one. I walked to where I sensed the feeling was coming, I was about to open the storage door to see if there was someone there but I heard Charlie screaming my name and something about not feeding me for a week. I thought I heard a chuckle but I think it was just my imagination acting up. So I had to keep walking the hall, with the intrigue eating me. I went down to see what was that my dad wanted. I hope he just let's me be and don't get up on my nose. The faster this ends, the faster I can check the storage room.

AN:

I know it's a little boring but I hope you liked it though.

I promise that the next chapter is going to be much better

But please review they ARE better than an angry Charlie.