Disclaimer: Your mom owns Twilight.

Okay, so this is the FanFic you guys voted for, and now, I'm going to write it. . .

Okay, I know this plot is over-used, but have you honestly read a well written one? I have read a few. A few. Do you have any idea how many of those are on this site? AGH!

And if you have please tell me.

I want to read a FanFic where Bella is bullied by one of the Cullens — namely Edward —

and doesn't jump to the chance to be friends or whatever.

Then I remembered.

As behappy101 stated, don't wait for people to do what you expect them to. Just don't.

So here I am.

By the way, the characters are going to be EXTREMELY OOC. I know that, expect it okie dokie?

Okay, Forks High isn't just a high school, it's a secondary & middle school, so it's going to be called Forks Junior and Secondary School.

Creative eh?

- Prologue

Looking out the window, I can tell we're getting closer to our destination. It's blandly obvious. The sky is full overcast, a grey atmosphere surrounds me. Suffocates me.

Forks.

I couldn't believe it. After the years of non-stop bullying. I had only left to escape.

And spend time with Emmett and Renee. . .

But, now I'm back.

For some odd, unexplainable reason, I'm back.

Wait, I forgot, there is a reason.

Renee.

Mom.

Renee had got re-married to Phil, a minor league baseball player. There's nothing wrong with Phil, to young maybe, but he's the kind of man my mom needs. Someone to make sure the bills get paid. We don't want another summer '02.

The catch?

Phil traveled. A lot.

Mom missed him. Even more.

I wasn't about to deprive my mother of that type happiness.

"Bells?"

Ah, Emmett. My protector, my savior. My big brother.

"Are you okay?" He asked gently, his heavy hand on my shoulder. It was comforting. I felt safe.

I nodded, leaning my head on his shoulder. I was tired.

Emmett knew. He knew what I had gone through, and it's needless to say he wasn't happy when I had told him.

He was beyond upset, and even more angry, that I was being tormented everyday in Forks, while he was in Phoenix, having fun with his friends. He felt terrible he wasn't there to protect me. And I think he was a little pissed at me for not telling him in the first place.

Date: August, 18, 2006

Time: 2:14am

Grade: Summer of Bella's Grade 8 year

Location: Phoenix, Arizona - Bella's bathroom

The thirteen year old girl that had just moved from Washington to Arizona was locked in her bathroom. She was crying. Hard. She just had a nightmare, a nightmare revolving around the Populars. Her tormenters. She never usually cried because of the petty things they had said, but it still hurt. The dam had broken sometime during her night terror, letting all her bottled emotions loose. She cried like she had never cried before.

A boy, fifteen years old as of three days ago, with dark brown, curly hair and brown eyes, an exact copy of his sister's, had heard her heart breaking cries.

His baby sister was in pain, and damn it, he wasn't going to let it continue.

Gently picking the lock with one of her bobby pins, he poked his head in.

"Bella?" He asked softly, taking her posture in.

She was sitting on the toilet, her arms hugging her legs to her chest, her face streaked with tears, her hair a matted mess.

Emmett couldn't help it. How could he just stand there, and watch his sister break down in front of him? He ran to her, holding her as she cried.

Emmett didn't know what to do, he didn't handle tears well, as he soon figured out as Bella sobbed into his shoulder.

Someone hurt his sister. And God help that person, because that person would be in pain. Emmett swore it.

Bella did eventually calm down, and when she did, Emmett needed answers. He needed them now.

"Bella what's wrong, please tell me," he pleaded.

Bella nearly broke down again, but she did it. She told him everything that happened from grades six to eight.

"Bella. . ." Emmett now felt like crying himself. But he couldn't. He wouldn't. He needed to be strong.

His sister was being bullied.

And he didn't know.

He was supposed to protect her from things like this.

And he didn't know.

God help Edward Masen, because it Emmett ever met him. . .

In a really sick way, the whole situation brought Emmett and I closer.

Fate works in strange ways.

Anyway, here I am, back at Forks.

But this time, I'm not alone.

But I'm back.

Back to the place I swore I would never return to.

Back to the place where I was teased and tormented for. . .

Hell, I don't even know.

Being myself?

The plane is landing, I can feel my ears popping.

Back to Forks.

Back to Hell.

Fantastic.

Review.

Don't worry, I'm not abandoning Fallen Angel, I just really wanted to get this started.