What would happen if Bella met Alice first, and the two became friends before Bella knew Edward?

Alot like Twilight, sorry if it seems repetitive. My first Fan-Fic.

Cannon couples

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Hi, my name is Bella Swan. I am 17, and my world is coming to an end. Well, not really, but it sure as hell feels that way. My parents have been split up since I was 5. For the last 12 years, I lived with Renee, Mom, in Phoenix, Arizona.

It was really great; we sort of parented each other. As time went on, ditsy Renee needed more and more parenting, she would try crazy things, only to have me stop her before she got hurt. So, I sort of raised myself, and everyone thinks I'm very mature, especially for a teen. I love the life we had here. But of course, all good things come to a close and all of that is gone now, seeing as Renee married Phil.

Don't get me wrong, Phil is a great guy, a little young for her, but they get along well. His travelling Baseball team is the reason why I'm on the plane for Seattle, Washington. I decided it's time for me to live with Charlie, Dad. Charlie is quiet and reserved, and I guess that's where I get it from. Charlie is chief of police in the small town Forks, where he has lived his entire life and it's the small town I was born in.

Anyway, Charlie rarely sees any action, because it's a 3000 population town and it fits the classic "small town" bill. You know what I mean, everyone knows everyone else, and there are absolutely no secrets, the whole shebang. I am so used to the city in Phoenix that this is why I feel my life is over.

"Bella" Charlie shouts as he greets me, getting off the last plane, "You certainly have grown right on up into a young lady."

"Thanks Cha-Dad" I say, hugging my father for the first time in a year, and I wasn't allowed to call him Charlie to his face. This may take some getting used to.

"I got you a 'Welcome home' present Bells. I hope you like it." Dad says rather uncomfortably as we head for Forks. I am certain that I will regret this, Charlie never was one for showing emotions.

"What did you do Dad?" I say, feeling anxious, glancing to him. He was staring unnecessarily hard at the highway, clearly ill at ease.

"I figured you needed a vehicle, so I got you a truck."

"A truck?"

"Yeah. You remember old Billy Black?" He pauses and when I don't say anything he continues,

"He's from the res, we'd go fishing together when you were little. Anyway, he had an old truck and I thought it would be good, you know, for you."

So early into my stay with Charlie, we haven't even made it home yet, and he was making fun of my utter lack of grace and balance. He really shouldn't be complaining, I get the lack of coordination from him. Pulling into the drive, I see my truck.

"Dad, when was this new?" I ask, liking it, despite its obvious age.

"Mid 1950's, I think. It runs great; Billy took great care of it. Do you like it?" Apprehension still hung in Charlie's voice.

"Yeah, it's great. I see what you mean." I say, looking at my truck. The bulbous cab and ancient frame looked like it could protect me from myself, but I would hate to be on the other side of the inevitable accidents. The faded red paint looked like it could be the original paint job. I already feel attached to the thing. "Thanks Dad, you didn't need to do this for me."

"Awwww, Bells, it was the least I could do. You are my baby girl, you know. And it's a stick, I hope that's okay?"

"Yeah Dad, I had Phil teach me." I say, adding very quietly, "The only good thing he's done for me." I'm not exactly resentful, but he hasn't been the best thing to enter my life.

"You start class tomorrow, first day of the spring semester. Do you know how to get there?" Charlie asks, showing more emotion than I ever remember seeing. I realize he really does care about me.

"Yeah, I can find it Dad. Thanks again for the truck." I say, as he helps me unload my few bags into my room. After quickly unpacking my clothes into the same dresser I had as a child and hanging some things in the closet, I survey the room. The only thing that has changed since I was little was the addition of a computer on my desk. Renee said she wanted some way to keep in touch.

I went to bed real early, hoping to get decent sleep before the first day of school.

After a nearly sleepless night (the wind and rain keeping me up for most of the night), I got ready for school, throwing on a comfortable sweater and jeans after quickly running a brush through my long brown hair. So much for being well rested. Hopefully I get used to this weather. I quickly ate some cereal and grabbed my bag. Being able to drive myself to school will be great, I need to thank Charlie again for the truck. It did run good, the only thing was that it sounded like the engine was trying for lift-off, not just me driving down the road. Since it is a small town, I find the school easily, and head into the office building for a class schedule.

"I'm Bella Swan," I say awkwardly to the secretary. She looks motherly, with a round face and knowing smile.

"Oh, you must be Charlie Swan's daughter. I'll get your schedule right away." She says, complete comprehension on her face. "Here you go, and here is a map of campus and the slip for your teachers to sign. This is the office building." She says, indicating to a rectangle on the map. After briefly identifying a few other key buildings on the map, showing me my classes, she hands me the map, sending me off with a smile.

I head to the English building, for 1st hour English with Mr. Mason. I stumble over the doorway and Mr. Mason, I assume, catches my arm. I blush fully, totally embarrassed that the whole class saw me fall, the very first time they got to see me. You know what they say about first impressions.

"Isabella Swan, I presume?" He asks, steadying me. From the look he was giving me, he must be wondering how I am not confined to a wheelchair by now.

"Bella." I answer, handing him my slip. After signing it, he sends me to an open seat in the back of the room.

"Hi! I'm Alice! You're Bella!" A bubbly little girl with spiky black hair says after I'm settled into my desk.

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How's that for my first Fan-Fic? I'll have the next bit up soon, tomorrow maybe? I promise, it will get better and more interesting, I just need to start somewhere.

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