Wow finally I figured this out (with a lot of help, lol). This is my first fanfic, so I encourage you all to be as helpful as possible. Tell me anything, good or bad, flame or not. Well I guess I better get to it, thanks! Oh and a little heads up this is kind of my version of twilight so it wont be an exact replica but more like a mirror kind of thing.

Disclaimer- I don't own any of these characters Stephenie Meyer does,
NOT ME (though I wish I did doesn't everybody).

"Yes mom this is what I want." I said for what felt like the one hundredth time in 2 hours.

"Are you sure sweetie? Phil and I don't mind you staying with us."

"Mom listen it's my final decision. You and Phil deserve your space; anyways I've got to go. The plane's boarding. I'll call you when I get to Forks." I snapped my cell phone shut, gathered my wallet and carry-on, and walked to the gate.

Under a constant sheet of rain a tiny town name Forks resides in Washington State, which sadly I was destined to live for the next year or so. See, when my mother was younger she had this sort of fling with a man named Charlie Swan. She found out she was pregnant with me and decided that she should be married. After 2 horrendous years of yelling, fighting, and (on my part) crying, after all I was just barley born. My mom threw in the towel. She wanted to wipe away everything that reminded her of him, that is why we live in (or I used to) sunny, beautiful, gorgeous Phoenix. Arizona.

Year after year until I was 13 I was sent off to the miserable town for the summer and forced to hang out with my dad's friend Billy's two daughters. Then I just simply stopped going and almost all communication between my dad and I stopped. There was the birthday card and Christmas present exchanged every year and I talked to him on the phone every thanksgiving. Oh and had these horribly awkward vacations to California.

So why on earth am I going back to this place? I had been asking myself that question a lot myself lately. The answer is that my mom deserves her time with her new husband Phil, I would just be a burden on the newly weds.

After a four hour plane ride to Seattle and an hour long plane ride to Port Angeles I was finally allowed to get off the plane.

I found my dad almost immediately, well who could miss a blue and white police cruiser in the middle of an airport parking lot? He looks drastically different than me; except for his eyes they are the same as mine a glassy type brown. My mom on the other hand looks exactly like me, brown hair about 5'5 a little bit curvy with an oval face.

I walked over and set my two pieces of luggage down and gave him an awkward hug.

"Hey Bells how was the flight?"

"Not too bad thanks. It's good to see you dad."

"You too honey, well should we get going?" Charlie asked.

"I guess so." This was the part off the trip I dreaded, the one hour ride from Port Angeles to Forks. Alone .With my dad. Alone. For an hour. Yikes.

Charlie grabbed my bags and threw into the trunk as I climbed into the passenger side of the cruiser. We made small talk for the first fifteen minutes or so but soon we both gave up and were content on just listening to the radio.

As we entered Forks it started to drizzled a bit then eventually full out poured. I looked up at the sky and once again asked myself my I dragged myself back here.

"Um Bella?" My dad said as he interrupted my thoughts "There is something I want to tell you, remember Billy? Well his son Jacob recently fixed up this truck that was made in the early sixties and I thought that since you would need a car to get to school that maybe this would work soIboughtitforyou." Charlie finished, rushing the last few words.

I was speechless for a moment. I had also thought about that and was planning on buying a car myself with some money I had saved up. A car that maybe wasn't so prehistoric.

"T-t-hanks dad but, I was planning on buying something with my own money." I managed to get out.

"Well consider it a coming home present." He stated with a grin.

The final five minutes were silence as I anxiously waited to see my "new" truck. When we pulled into the driveway I caught site of it and I fell in love. Yeah it was old but, it was perfect. It had a rounded fender with bowed cab and was painted a sort of faded red. I jumped out to examine it and I would have stayed out there admiring it longer but, I was already almost soaked through so I grabbed one of my bags and Charlie grabbed the other and we ran inside.

I explained to Charlie that I had eaten on the plane and what I really wanted to do was go upstairs and sleep. When I got up to my room I realized it was the same as I remembered it. A small twin sized bed in one corner with a small night stand next to it and on the opposite side of the room a white desk with an ancient looking computer atop it, and the closet was on the same wall. I didn't even bother unpacking fully I just grabbed my P.J.'s and my toiletries bag and walked to the bathroom (that I was to share with Charlie. Ugh) and got ready for bed. As I lay down I let a few tears escape onto my pillow but didn't go on a full out cry. I would save that for tomorrow night when I came home from my first day at Forks High School. And with that lovely thought in my head I drifted off to sleep.

So the first chapter was pretty boring but it will get better I promise. I think I might do the next chapter in Edwards POV but I haven't decided I guess you will just have to wait and see. Until then.

-Nicole-