A/N: All characters and original story line belongs to Stephanie Meyer. I own nothing. Thanks. Enjoy:)
Prologue
I'd never given much thought to how I would die-though I'd had reason enough in the last few months-but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this.
I stared without breathing across the long room, into the dark eyes of the hunter, and he looked pleasantly back at me.
Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved. Noble, even. That ought to count for something.
I knew that if I'd never gone to Forks, I wouldn't be facing death now. But, terrified as I was, I couldn't bring myself to regret the decision. When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it is unreasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.
The hunter smiled in a friendly way as he sauntered forward to kill me.
I can't help but regret the decision to move in with my dad in Plymouth. I was born in Plymouth, Massachusetts and would be moving back. When I was about a year old, my mom and
dad separated because they married too early. My mom took me to Arizona for adventure. So I had been living there ever since. My mom met a minor league baseball player and they hit it off. The only problem was that he traveled a lot. My mom used to stay home with me, but I knew she was unhappy, so I told her I'd spend some time with my dad. At first she wouldn't let me, but I talked her into it. This should be good...I hope.
Under a near constant rain cloud, there is a town called Plymouth, Massachusetts-population 492,066. It may be a huge town, but everybody knows everybody, which means news travels fast. My dad, Charlie, who is the chief of police greeted me at Logan airport and we began our drive to Plymouth. I used to spend every summer here as a child, but then I just stopped. My dad was of average height, with chocolate brown eyes, and hair to match. He also had a mustache. I missed him. I inherrited his eyes. I was tall for my age-5'7". This October, I turned 15. My first year of highschool in the end of the first term with no friends. Great.
We pulled up to my old house. It was just how i remembered it. Very plain and simple with nothing to flashy. I grabbed my suitcase and walked inside the kitchen. To the right was the living room with a new tv, i noticed, and directly in front of me was the staircase. I walked upstairs into my old room. I saw my old bulliten board filled with finger paintings and pictrures i made with my old friend Jacob. I wonder if he still lives here, I thought to myself, in my own little world.
"I asked the sales lady at the store which color she preffered.", Charlie told me. I hadn't noticed he was here. "She told me she liked purple"
"Oh yeah, um purple's cool.", I told him, snapping out of it.
"Well..." and with that he left.
One good thing about Charlie: He doesn't hover.