A/n:

heey guys. Sooo its Rose. Even tho I promised myself that I would write no more stories until the one I already have are finished, I had a reallllly good idea and I had to write it out(: hahahaa sooo here goes(:

~rosalie

Bella POV

I remember the four words that they spoke to me so clearly. As soon as the words left my principal's mouth, I remember falling into tears. There was a loud, shrill ringing in my ears, and it seemed like hours until Phil came to pick me up. Alice was in the backseat and I hopped in with her. That night her and I just laid intertwined crying. The four words that changed my life were, "You mother just passed." It happened a week ago. Apparently as she was driving to work, a drunken truck driver hit her car, and she died on impact. That stupid guy's mistake ruined my world. My name is Isabella Swan, preferably Bella. I am 15 years old, a freshman in high school. My mother was Renee, my father Charlie. They divorced when I was eight months old. When I was three, my mom remarried my step-dad, Phil. They then had my half sister, Mary, who everyone calls Alice, who is now 12. We live in Jacksonville, Florida, one of the sunniest places on earth. However, my world recently became filled with darkness.

"Isabella?" I heard a deep male voice say. I looked up from my journal I was writing in to see a tall man with sandy brown hair smiling sadly at me.

"Yes?" I asked. He sat next to me on the bench in the funeral home where I was sitting.

"My name is Luis Warner. I'm here from the child care services foundation."

"And?" I asked. I knew where this conversation was going. I looked across the room at Alice, who was sitting there with a blank star on her face, her cheeks tear-stained. I sighed and looked back at Luis.

"Well, first I would like to say that I am terribly sorry about your mother."

"Yeah, I am too." I sighed. "Thank-you though." He smiled again, but it still wasn't a happy smile.

"Listen, Isabella. This is mandatory for us to do at times like these. I understand that your father by blood is Charlie Swan, resident of Forks, Washington?" he said. I just nodded. "Well seeing as to how Phil is only your stepfather, I came to ask you where you want to live. Do you want to stay here with Phil, or would you rather move to Washington to live with your dad?" he asked. I sat there and thought. Yes I would of liked to go and live with Charlie. He was my real dad after all wasn't he? I looked over at where he stood. He flew out here to Florida just for the wake and funeral. He stood against the wall in the back, trying to hide the tears that were slowly falling. Then I looked at Phil. He was standing by the coffin, talking to everyone who came by. He put on a small smile, but you could tell that he was torn inside. That first night after he death he became a different person. He used to be a rather bubbly person, but now he was even quieter than me. Sure, he wasn't my real father, but he had helped raise me and he always acted mike my father. I last looked over at Alice. She hadn't moved from the position she was in when I looked at her a few minutes ago. When I looked at her, I knew what I wanted to do. I couldn't leave my little sister, especially in the time she needed me most. And let's face it- I needed her too right now.

"I would like to stay with Phil." I said, slowly.

"Are you absolutely positive?" Luis asked. I looked him in the eye and nodded.

"Can you please tell my dad, Charlie, the reason though? Tell him that I can't leave Alice. Say it's not him. Say that if it wasn't for Alice, I would be 100% to go with him." I said. Luis nodded.

"I will. And I'm sure he'll understand." He said, standing up. "And again, I'm terribly sorry for your loss." The he walked away, to Charlie at the back of the room. I stood and walked over to Alice, putting my arm around her. At my touch she jumped, then realizing it was me, fell into my arms crying. I soothed her, rubbing her back, but I kept my eyes on Charlie, hoping that he wouldn't take anything personally. As Luis talked to him, he just nodded, but he didn't seem upset. His eyes then found mine and he smiled. We were so much alike, so he knew that I wouldn't want his feelings hurt, and the smile was to show me he was okay with my choice. I smiled back at him.

"Oh Mary, Isabella!" came a high-pitched voice. We both looked up to see a plump woman standing in front of us. Unlike everyone else dressed in black, she was in a deep purple suit. Her gray hair was piled up on top of her head in a fancy updo. Alice and I both smiled, even though we didn't know the woman. Thankfully she introduced herself. "Oh, I'm terrible sorry- girls, I'm Lorraine Gray. I'm your father, and step-father's, great aunt. How are you girls doing?" she said, hugging us both.

"Well, right now we're both pretty stunned." I said, answering her question. "I think though that with time, we will be better. Never the same of course, but better." I said, the tears that I tired so hard to keep back finally slipping through. Lorraine nodded.

"Yes I know. I'm terribly sorry," she said with a small smile, before she turned, fixed her dress, and walked away.

"Something tells me that she cares more about how dad is than about the actual person who died." Alice sighed, I nodded, silently agreeing with her. "Bella?"

"Yeah Alice?"

"Do you really believe what you said? That we'll get better as time goes on?"

"Yeah I do. There's a saying that is 'time heals all wounds'. Things are never going to be the same without mom, but mom would want us to live our lives to the fullest. You know how crazy she was. She wouldn't want us moping around everyday. She'd want us to be out in the world, living."

"Yeah I guess you're right. I just already miss her so much." Alice said, as more tears began to fall. Seeing her cry made me start crying all over again. I hugged her to me, as tight as I could.

"Me too Ali, me too."

A/n:

soo...? what didja thiiink? I liiiked it... a lot(: hahahah review! (:

~rose