Summary: What if our beloved story took a 180º turn? What if the Cullens were a human family that had to move to Forks because of the children's indiscretions? What if Bella were a vegetarian vampire who believes she is doomed to loneliness? Taking the first steps of Twilight but with a turn of events that can lead to very different places...

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of its characters.

So, this is my very first fan fiction. I hope you enjoy it. I know this first chapter is not much, quite short actually (I think they will all be), but I will try to update soon, the first day of school is next.

Please review and tell me what you think, I will gladly take any advice that you may have for me. :-)

We were leaving once again, leaving behind the few acquaintances we had made and yet another place we were beginning to get used to. It was like routine to us, but that didn't mean it got any easier.

The plane ride was quiet, none of us said much. Rosalie and Emmett had apologetic looks on their faces the whole flight, Alice looked sad over losing once again the few friends she had come across, and to who she would never be able to speak to again, as Jasper tried to comfort her. Esme and Carlisle seemed preoccupied; I guess they were running out of ideas as how to keep us from trouble anymore, to avoid this from happening yet again. And me, well, I didn't care that much, I mean, yeah, it wasn't the best thing in the world to move around every two seconds, but unlike the rest of them I never got attached to anything or anyone. Esme and Carlisle thought it had to do with the fact that we didn't spend much time in one place and it took a bit longer for me to make friends than to the rest of my siblings, but I knew it was because I never found someone I was interested in getting to know. And I doubted Forks would be any different.

I was glad our cars were waiting for us when we arrived at the airport in Seattle, I really didn't feel like sharing a cab full of further silence and regret, we would have plenty of time for that at dinner.

Once we had gotten our luggage I stuffed it in my Volvo and waited for Carlisle to leave first since we would be following him to our new temporary "home". I put a CD in the player and took off after Carlisle and Esme's Mercedes, followed closely by Rosalie on her M3, I guessed behind her was Emmett on the Jeep and then Jasper driving Alice's Porsche since I doubted she felt up to it.

I had to admit the place wasn't as awful as I thought it would be, small towns weren't my first choice because gossip runs wild faster, but then again the big cities did nothing for us, and the fact that it would be raining and cold most of the year didn't exactly appeal to me, but it was beautiful in a way. As we started to get into town the landscape could be breathtaking, the endless shades of green everywhere, the raindrops slipping through the leaves of the trees and soon enough the small town houses that had a very homey feel and seemed incredibly cozy.

Once we started riding through a trail through the forest I wondered why we were going the opposite direction to where the houses were, but once I thought about it was only logical that our house was to be as far away from the others as possible to avoid having to leave two seconds after settling in.

After a few minutes of driving along the trail Carlisle began to slow down and turned right through a nature made archway formed by two trees 15 foot apart from each other, their crowns intertwined at the top. I followed closely behind and once I turned I saw the house. It was like no other we had ever lived in, Esme always liked to pick the most amazing houses and making them into the most beautiful work of art you could ever imagine, inside and out, but this time she had certainly outdone herself.

The outside of the house was a mixture of white and glass walls, wooden decorations (including the door) and a strangely modern rustic rooftop.

As each of us arrived and stepped out of our cars we could feel the amazement in each other's face and as I turned to look at Esme I was pleased to see her smile, as she watched our reaction, for the first time in what seemed like forever. After all the pain, the fighting, the dwelling and sadness a sparkle of hope had risen once again, hope that maybe, just maybe, this time would be different.

After a few minutes of staring at the house in awe we finally decided to step in and found ourselves even more amazed for what we found inside.

Since moving around had become sort of a bad habit for us, Esme ended up deciding to be the first at the new place we would call home to find a house and make sure it was ready by the time we arrived, to save us from the pain and sometimes shame that meant to us unpacking and decorating a new place for the 100th time. She would leave behind some clothes and the basics for us get by until everything was ready to go, and she would usually buy new furniture (unless we had grown attached to something in particular) in an attempt to help us forget what we had left behind and why. What mother would do that for her children after all we had put her through? She was such a wonderful person it made me wonder so many times if I deserved to have her as my mother, but she never stopped believing in us and kept on telling us that she loved us no matter what mistakes we might make, because we were her children after all. We knew Carlisle felt the same way, but Esme had a better way to put it into words, and so many times into actions.

Once inside, we all went our separate ways to explore the premises and find our rooms. It didn't take me long to find my own, it was filled with my music collection organized the way I like best and had a dark romantic feel to it, Esme always thought that was the style that suited me best, and I had to admit I did quite like it. There was a black leather couch at the left, a nice wide bed with a gothic style and red and black sheets, a wooden bookcase with not only my books but also all of my music and a wooden wardrobe big enough for my clothes to fit in.

After about twenty minutes of wandering around we all met downstairs in the living room for our usual post-moving family meeting.

"Well, I think we should get the rest of our belongings unpacked and see if there is anything we might need or would like to change. Dinner will be ready in 3 hours, I think we all need some rest and will turn in after that. Tomorrow is your first day at school and my first day at the hospital so we will not able to talk much, but I think it will be nice to get together when I get back from work and talk about each other's day if that is all right by you." Carlisle said as he always did. We nodded our heads in agreement to the speech we knew by heart by now and started moving to get the bags out of our cars and then to our rooms to unpack.

Once upstairs I left the bags by my new bed not really in the mood to do anything but lie in my room, listen to some music and let my mind wander off. And so I did.

Dinner was quiet and uncomfortable as predicted, although Esme's work of art had gotten us all in a better mood.

Once we were done I turned in for the night leaving my mind to wonder what the next day would be like and what would happen this time to run us out of town before dozing off.