Chapter 1

I stared dejectedly out my window at the pouring rain outside. It only added to my dampened spirits but then again, this was typical Forks. I vaguely remembered the scene I had caused barely five minutes ago with Charlie.

Flashback

I trudged home exhausted from my horrible day at school. Another day gone where I had to endure the taunts of my older fellow classmates. I was only one year younger than them having only been promoted one grade up but apparently, they could not comprehend anything after Nerd Alert! I was only one year younger but apparently it was a year too much. It really wasn't easy enduring their taunts in my face. Today, I'd finally not been able to bear their taunts and I'd snapped. Punched one girl in the nose yes I did! Needless to say, it broke; I got detention, skipped detention and came home. To Charlie.

The principal had apparently phoned Charlie to relate my "doings" at school today. I had always been the model student and they couldn't see reason about why I would attack someone. As I stepped through the doorway and shut the door, I turned around and found myself face to face with none other than Charlie. I screamed and jumped atleast a foot in the air. Clutching my palpitating heart, I said, "Shit dad!" You nearly gave me a heart attack!" I wasn't allowed to call him Charlie to his face thus my name for him behind his back was Officer Goodbody. He was Fork's Police Chief hence the 'Officer'. The Goodbody cam from…hell I'm not sure where THAT came from! I think it was Alice who had created that one.

Charlie spoke," I heard about school today."

"Good I said shrugging and making my way to my room.

As I reached the top of the landing, Charlie shouted, "Isabella Marie Swan come back this instant! I wasn't through with you!" With that, he stomped up the stairs trying to catch up to me. I was in my bedroom doorway and turned around looking at a huffing Charlie.

Calmly, I said, "Well Charlie, I on the other hand am through with you!" I closed the door in his face and locked it. Not a second too soon for I could hear him yelling words that would make a poor nun scream and hide while furiously banging on my door. I laughed sarcastically at him and sat at the window seat in my room. I was such a bitch sometimes and yes, I knew that.

End Flashback

Wet moisture spilling onto my cheeks jerked me out of my daydream and I smiled sarcastically to myself. Humnnn… maybe that's why people hated me…because I was a bitch. My smile faded as I contemplated that possibility. I couldn't come to a decision so I grabbed my cell phone and sent a text to my best friend of seven years. Sure he didn't know me and I didn't know him (well he knew my name but I don't know his) but he was a great person. He would surely help me out.

Quickly, I sent him a message.

To: Mystery Guy

From: Bella

Am I a bitch?

I hit send and my message was gone. This caused me to think about how we had met in the first place.

Flashback

My four year old self was crying hard hugging an even smaller in size Alice. Her best friend of her life. The one she would share her toys with. How they would place Bella Barbie and paint their toenails all different colours. She remembered Alice pushing her accidentally into their pool and then recklessly jumping in to try to save her when she thought she was drowning.

Now her best friend was leaving her forever.

"Please don't leave me Ali!" I whined. I didn't know how I would live without her. She was the one that would help me through pre-school. Without her I would be alone. All alone in this dank and dreary world.

"Bells! I don't want to go! You have to beg my parents to let me say!" she sobbed.

Foolishly, we'd gone up to her parents and begged them to let her stay. Little did we know, we were at the most, an amusement show to them. After they repeatedly said no, I hugged her harder and the tears flowed freely. Just before they were about to board their plane however, Aunt Esme, Alice's mum, bent down and handed me a piece of paper with a number on it.

'Alice's number.' She had said with a smile before giving me a final hug of farewell. They got onto the plane and before I knew it, they were gone. And I was alone. Charlie had scooped me up into his arms and carried me back home with a murmured, 'Don't worry sport! Everything would be just fine.'

Well to me, everything was not fine. My world was a shambles and clutched tightly in my hand was Alice's number. It was my one last strand of hope that she would still be my rock and my firm support.

Years passed and Alice never called me even thought I knew she had my number. Any time I called, she never was home or couldn't come to the phone. Eventually, I gave up trying to speak to her and realized she had moved on and forgotten about me. Since then, Charlie had never had to see me cry. I built myself up, never relying on others. I wasn't a weakling and I vowed I never would be.

Then one day many years later, at the age of ten, my phone vibrated with a text and the name said 'Alice'. Highly in doubt, I sent through a reply text, 'Alice?'

I got my reply within good time and it read, 'No! But who are you?'

I immediately said, 'Bella. And you are?'

I never found out all the reply contained was, 'Bella, that's a nice name…I can't tell you mine…but I'm a boy (if that helps).'

I felt slightly insecure at that moment for I was conversing with a total stranger who knew my name and I didn't know his but in that moment, I had decided, for once I would be reckless and enjoy doing it.

I had sent back quickly, 'Ok…we'll call you Mystery Guy! Want to be phone pals?'

Less than a minute later, 'Yes! But wait! How old are you…I don't want to be talking to a granny or something…'

I could understand that so I told him unhesitant tin my decision, 'I'm ten…and you are?'

'I'm twelve but that's ok…you seem really cool!'

Just then I heard Charlie stomping through the house so I quickly said, 'Sorry I have to go…parent alert…talk to later?'

'Later.' Came his fast reply.

I hid my phone under my le as Charlie peeped in the room, smiled at me and walked away.

And that was how I had developed my long term friendship with Mystery Guy.

End Flashback

My phone beeped with his reply and I eagerly flipped it open.

To: Bella

From: Mystery Guy

Hi to you too. No you are not a bitch…should I ask why the absurd question? :(

I grinned to myself as I read his reply knowing that I was now seventeen years and he would be nineteen. I opened up a chat box and replied.

Bella: Sorry…hi…school today sucked royally!

Mystery Guy: :( What happened? Wanna tell me?

Bella: I punched a girl…broke her nose :)

Mystery Guy: Poor girl :(

Bella: NO! You're supposed to ask why…then say poor Bella!

Mystery Guy: Ok then…why?

Bella: Because I'm tired of them teasing me! I cracked under pressure.

Mystery Guy: Oh! Poor Bella :(

Bella: WHAT?!?! I am not poor! I defended myself!

Mystery Guy: Ok then…

Bella: :( Sorry, I'm just really depressed right now.

Mystery Guy: It'll get better!

Bella: No it won't because I'm an evil bitch!

Tears ran down my eyes as I came to my own decision.

My phone dinged again and I looked at it with my terribly blurred vision.

Mystery Guy: You're crying aren't you?

Bella: no

Mystery Guy: Yes you are…don't worry everything will be ok.

Bella: Ok yes I'm crying…but how do you know?

Mystery Guy: I've grown to know you very well over the years.

Bella: oh!

Mystery Guy: Anything I can do to cheer you up?

Bella: Welll…you could tell me your name…

I looked hopefully at the phone. Maybe he would reveal himself. I could only hope.

Mystery Guy: Bellla!

Bella: Please! I'm begging! You said if there was ANYTHING you could do to cheer me up!

Mystery Guy: Fine!

Bella: Yay! What is it?

Mystery Guy: I can't believe I'm doing this!

Bella: Yesss…

Mystery Guy: Hype down already!

Bella: Ok gotcha! Hyping down…name please

Mystery guy: Edward.

Bella: Your name is Edward?

Mystery Guy: Yes

Bella: Hello Edward, my name is Bella.

Mystery Guy: Hello Bella, it's a pleasure to meet you!

Bella: Well goodnight Edward.

Mystery Guy: Goodnight Bella.

And it was so, I discovered my texting crush's name. I could finally sleep peacefully tonight after my long day.

That night, I my dream starred a certain guy named Edward.

A/N: Sooo what do you think? I brainstormed this idea during school and my friends said I sould give this a shot...so please tell me what you think!

Love,
#*AllyAlwayz*#