A/N: So yeah..Sorry for replacing the chapter again (I will be replacing the others too) but I had a little help with grammar/words from another GREAT person. So I still have to give my credit to Kinolaughs, but also to twilight-is-lovee. Now get a readin' and reviewin'!

CHAPTER 1: NERVOUS

Forks: Overcast grey skies in every direction, and not a bit of blue in sight. It was so different from my former home in Phoenix—the ride to Charlie's house—and now my house reflected the difference as well. Where my mother lived was sunny, bubbly, and vivacious. Charlie, my dad, was almost completely silent and barely glanced in my direction the whole drive.

"I enrolled you in Forks High school; your first day is tomorrow," was the only comment he made during the hour-long drive from Port Angeles. I replied with a silent nod.

To tell the truth, I wasn't looking forward to starting a new high school, especially since I was in the middle of my junior year. I had to try very hard not to question why I moved to Forks; I've always hated it. But then, I guess I did need a break from the life in Phoenix. That's what I would tell myself anyway. This would be a big change, especially the lack of sunshine and the dreariness. Yay, gloom!

We pulled up in Charlie's driveway. The house was exactly how I remembered it; a whitewashed, medium-sized home with bushes and trees planted in the front yard. All that was missing was the picket fence and housewife in an apron. (PICTURE ON PROFILE.)

I slowly trudged up to the door, waiting for Charlie to unlock it. As I walked in the house, I noticed everything was still in the same order as the last time I came here—five years ago. Not one single thing was moved, although I did notice the usual mess Charlie had. It was obvious that he still wasn't trying. There were papers all over the kitchen table and many dishes that needed to be done.

Great, I guess it's now my job to clean this place up, I thought to myself.

"I'm sure you remember where you room is. If not, then just let me know," Charlie said in a small voice. "You should go get settled in."

"Yeah Ch-dad… I'll be down here to make you dinner at 6:00," I replied, trying unsuccessfully to infuse my voice with some enthusiasm.

As long as I can remember, Charlie hasn't been able to cook for himself. When I was younger, my summertime diet during my visits was comprised of Happy Meals and Pop Tarts. Hardly the pinnacle of good nutrition.

Once I was old enough to use the stove without burning down the house, that changed. Since then, whenever I stayed with him, I always made him his dinner. The one thing I always questioned was how he survived all those months that I was gone. A quick check of the freezer would undoubtedly turn up the usual frostbitten fish and assortment of Hungry Man microwavable meals. I guess it's a good thing I'm here, then…

Male depression was a bitch.

I walked up to my room, anticipating that it might still contain my old iron toddler bed and faded Hello Kitty bedspread. However, unlike the rest of the house, things were changed. My walls were still the same shade of light pink that I had chosen when I was 5, but the furniture was drastically different.

A full sized bed with a black frame had replaced my rusty old bed frame; the duvet was a baby pink with a few black polka dots on it. There were several decorative pillows: some checkered black and white and a few pink ones with shoes on them. A white vanity mirror was placed next to the bed and several frames hung around my room with fashion-oriented themes.

Even more shocking was the pink armoire in the corner next to a small cheetah printed sofa and pink table.

What the heck?

There was no way Charlie had done this. For one thing, he never had a lot of money, On top of that it was changed. Charlie lived in the past, he didn't do change.

I took a minute to absorb my new environment. It was really girly, but somehow, I loved it.

(PICTURE OF BELLA'S ROOM ON MY PROFILE.)

I quickly unpacked, enjoying myself a little as I placed my carefully folded clothes into the rose scented drawers that were…lined with floral print paper? Definitely not Charlie. Once my overly loved books were placed on the shelves and my suitcase was stowed under the bed, I went downstairs to make Charlie dinner.

He was in the living room, watching football on the brand new flat screen television. That was a step up from the rabbit earned monstrosity that was here the last time I came. Hmm…another change.

As I was cooking the meat for tacos, I contemplated whether I'd entered some alternate reality, like in a bad Twilight Zone episode. I briefly wondered if Charlie would tell me he was one of the pod people. On cue, I heard him call to me…uh oh…pod people confession, here we come.

"Bells! Is dinner ready?"

Ah. Some things never change after all. I would have to shelf my pod people theory for now.

"No, it will be in a few, though. I'll let you know as soon as I'm done," I yelled from the kitchen.

"Thanks!"

Dinner passed quickly. Charlie asked me how my mom and Phil were doing (uncomfortable conversation topic, much?), and then he moved on to ask me how I was.

My answers were all very short and boring. Like he really wanted to hear about the woman who had caused his downward spiral into the pits of despair and her new boy toy wonder husband.

Changing to a happier topic, I asked him about my room and how he came across the money for the Trading Spaces miracle I'd moved into. Charlie laughed and said that he had been saving up. He laughed.

I checked for evidence of alien possession in his eyes as he told me that he'd known my room would need some re-decorating and that he had a friend of his help him out when he heard I was coming. As soon as he had finished eating, he went back to his TV to watch more football. Well, at least that was still the same.

"I think I'm going to go upstairs and go to sleep. I want to be well rested for school tomorrow," I told Charlie letting out a big yawn. I overdid it a little, but I really was tired. It was probably due to being jet-lagged, or the new Forks aliens sucking my life force out.

"Ok, honey. Sleep well, and I hope you have a good day at school tomorrow," he responded. "I most likely won't be awake when you get up, have to be down at the station by 5:00," Charlie deadpanned from the couch. Honey? I was going to have to keep an eye out for antenna sprouting from his head.

"Good night, Dad." I smiled at him, and then walked up the stairs to my room. I looked through my drawers and took out brand new pajama shorts I had gotten from American Eagle and a tank top, taking them with me to the bathroom. I wasn't going to be caught in a towel if I had to run away from the alien invasion after my shower. As soon as I dried off and got changed, I walked to my room, picked out clothes for tomorrow, and climbed into my new comfy bed. I lay down and began to think about my first day at a new school. Several thoughts crossed my mind: Would I be liked? Hated? Would I have any friends? Nahhh, I doubt I will. I barely fit in anywhere.

Ok, so I needed to stop thinking about this; after all, I might be surprised. Yeah, right! All I could do was wait for tomorrow, when my questions would finally be answered. I started mentally singing the Beatles's 'Let it Be' as I closed my eyes. This was the last thing I remembered before drifting off into a deep sleep.

* * * * * *

My alarm rang. Stupid annoying alarm. Stupid annoying Phil thinking a singing chicken alarm clock was a good Christmas present.

It was 7:00 in the stinking morning, and I needed to get up. Damn it! Just let me sleep a little more! I hit the snooze button on the ridiculous chicken's beak. Bella Swan is NOT a morning person. Sadly, I was still lying down on the bed, unable to go back to sleep, when the alarm rang about 5 minutes later.

Grumbling, I rolled out of bed and peeked out the window before grabbing the clothes I had picked out the night before. Overcast in Forks…shocking! Charlie wasn't there, just as he had said the night before. His cruiser was missing from the driveway. I ran to the bathroom and brushed my teeth quickly before running a brush through my tangled hair. Maybe I should stop sleeping on it when it was wet, it had dried into an impossible tangle and stood out at weird angles.

So much for a good first impression, I thought as I twisted it into a messy bun and threw on my clothes. I tumbled down the stairs, practically falling on the last one, and went to the kitchen… Mmmm… Lucky Charms! I scarfed down my food, noticing that I needed to hurry up or I'd be late.

Fortunately, Charlie had told me that he'd acquired a truck that I could use for school so I wouldn't have to pretend I was training for a marathon to get there. I walked outside to meet my fabulous new ride.

The truck was old and red, probably from the 50s or something like that. (PICTURE ON PROFILE.) It was crappy, but I loved it. I unlocked the door and sat down, getting ready to drive off to the school. Ugh… new school. I felt so nervous I could have puked.

Just have to wait and see, I reminded myself as I drove off to meet my scholastic fate.

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