Hey everyone. I am Kerri. This is my VERY first faniction. I have no experience at writing at all. But I have always wanted to write fanfiction ever since I became a hardcore fan of twilight. So since its thanksgiving break for my school, and I am very bored, I thought i would give it a try. =) I am probably not any good at it, but i am welcoming any helpful criticism!

This is just basically the same Idea of the actual book, just I am twisting the plot and details I guess. Same 17 year old Bella, just maybe a bit more attitude and stubborness. Like me. And I always pictures Phil as the bad guy. lol. So he wont be a favored character of mine in this story. If I countinue this story, I might also change the points of view.

Well here is the Prolouge of A different change. (idk, i might change the title later)

BPOV

Moving? Ugh. Not again.

"Where to this time?" I asked with a weary sigh.

"Oh Bella," she said sympathetically, knowing my dislike for moving so often, "Since Phil got offered a new job in Minnesota… we will be moving to St. Paul" she said cautiously.

Phil is my mom's new husband; they got married 2 years ago. And currently, we all live in happy ol' Miami, Florida. I love it down here. I've grown up with the sun. Phil gets moved to various office jobs around the country. but so far, every place we have moved to has been warm and comfortable, much to my liking.

I thought for a moment about Minnesota, remembering my geography… then, it occurred to me.

Minnesota, Up north, known for its plentiful amount of snow…

Snow. Oh. My. God.

I hate the snow. The rare times I have had to experience the disgusting wet substance I hated it right away. How could this happen? Why? There is no way I am moving to gross, cold, Minnesota!

"MOM!" I squealed. "You're kidding!? Right?!?! Is this some kind of sick joke?" I exclaimed, going into hysterics.

"Now, now . . . uh. . . I know how you feel about the snow, but this is a very generous offer Phil has gotten. We really don't have a choice..." she explained trailing off.

"Nonononono! No! NO! PLEASE! This can't be happening!" I panicked.

"Honey, come on… give it a chance! It is going to be great there! With Phil's new salary we will be getting a nice spacious home! It's beautiful, really! You should see it! And you will even get your own bathroom! (A/N: seem familiar? I just had to add that in there.) You will love it, I promise!"

"B-but its wet, and icky… and COLD! Mom isn't there ANY other option?" I begged desperately.

Besides, how could she agree to this living condition? She hates the cold and wet just and much, if not MORE than I do! I should know, after all the times Phil has suggested a snowy place for vacation. He had called them "beautiful winter wonderlands..." We had both scoffed at the idea and immediately picked a nice sunny place for vacation.

And then there are all those stories about before I was born. Renee wasn't always single before Phil. Long ago she hooked up with some dude -I think his name was Charlie- when they were only 18. Brainless and naughty. That's how I came around.

Unfortunately, she wasn't willing to stick around for the small town life, especially when it apparently "rains buckets" where my dad used to live, wherever he lived. Or at least that's what I have been told.

She didn't even care enough to marry him, to make my birth happen the right way. She ran off and we lived in Phoenix, Arizona, one of the sunniest places in the U.S. Until about two years ago, when Phil came into the picture. And ever since then, we have always been moving it seems like, which usually gets on my nerves. But compared to this Minnesota situation, it's not so upsetting anymore. I would move anywhere, just not to the snow!

She sighed. "I... I just don't think there is any other option, Bella honey." She frowned.

"But, what about you? You used to hate the snow even more than I-"

"Yeah, I know, I used to hate that kind of weather but I think I've changed." She interjected, explaining herself quickly. "I'm willing to give it a chance! You never know, it could work out better than we think!"

I sighed frustrated. "You couldn't have figured that out 17 years ago?" I remarked, sarcastically, intending for my question to be rhetorical.

She answered though. "Don't go there Bella! It just wasn't going to work out back then, ok? I made a stupid mistake getting involved with Charlie and that kind of life!" she defended.

What? "So I was a stupid mistake then?" I retorted, a little shocked and hurt"

"nono! I didn't mean it like that! Its just, your real father is a touchy subject with me."

I continued to stare at her, not buying it. Then an idea hit me…

"I could live with my father!" I blurted, not thinking. Her eyes widened.

"But you don't you don't even know him. I haven't talked to him since you were just a baby, not even a year old!"

I bit my lip, thinking…

"Oh come on! Don't you have a phone number or something? An address?"

I was really desperate to escape. And I don't think it was just because of the snow. What if I actually wanted to meet my real dad? Whoever he was. I only heard about him in stories; the very rare times when my mom ever cared to talk about him. He seemed like a myth to me. For all I know, he could be dead!

I winced, trying not to think about that possibility. Even though I had no idea who he was, I still cared for him.

"Like I said, it's been a long time. I doubt I still… have a phone number… or address lying around still." She sauntered out her words slowly, as if she was trying to hide something from me…

. "And even if I did have something left of him, he could have moved or changed numbers throughout all this time."

I looked down, feeling foolish. It was just an idea. But why was she acting so weird? Eh, maybe it was nothing. She probably just doesn't like talking about him because the subject makes her sad.

"Besides, we can't just ask him to take such a responsibility. I'm sure he has his own life by now. Maybe even found himself a woman who can appreciate the wet." Another guilty frown.

He cant just forget about me though. He knew Renee was pregnant when she ran off, has he even considered that I exist? Thought about me at all? I was dying to know.

"Oh can't we at least try?"

"I suppose, but if he still lives where he used to then it's no different there, than Minnesota."

I had forgot about that.

"Where exactly did he live?" I asked curiously

"Forks, Washington. The Olympian peninsula. Rains nonstop"

I suppressed a sigh. One of the cloudiest places known in this country. Still wet, just not as cold…

"Well, at least its not snowing all the time. I could possibly live with that."

She sighed, thoughtfully. "Bella, I don't understand though. You act like it's such a horrible thing to give St. Paul a try. Why are you so desperate? The snow isn't really all that different than rain"

"I know. But, I think I actually want to see my father really bad." The only question is if he will want to see me.

"Well, ok then. You can try I guess. But please don't go getting your hopes up sweetie. It's just an idea remember? Who knows where he lives, or what he will think." She eyed me cautiously, and then looked up at the clock changing the subject.

"Phil will be home soon, I think its time to get dinner started" she grinned, teasing me playfully.

Of course. Dinner time.

I'll just come right out with it: My mom sucks at cooking. So she kind of depends on me to cook, sine Phil is always at work, never home in time to join us for dinner anyways. Even though every time he promises to be on time the next day, he never is. He is what I call a workaholic. But we are kind of used to it.

I sighed, getting up from the couch where we were talking, and went to start the spaghetti.

I was determined to find my birth father. And once I did, I would just hope he wanted to see me. I was willing to put up with the rain at least, if that's what it would take. I wouldn't give up.

Review please! Tell me how I did! Sorry if it is too much like the actual book. If enough people decide that this story is worth reading, then i will keep it. I think you probably know where this is heading. If people dont like it then I will probably just trash it. So tell me what you think!

Thanks! Luv ya

-kerri