A/N: So here's a new story. All Bella's POV. I just had a "vision" of this story. I'm hoping you all will like it. Or not. Just review so I know. Reviews make me happy and keep me writing. :)

Also, I'm making it AGES not chapters. It's easier for this type of story. Now if you've read Don't Take The Girl by SparklingWand it'll seem familiar, that's why.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, Stephenie Meyer does. If I did, there would be no Jacob. ;)

I dedicate this to SparklingWand and briL740. Enjoy my lovelies.

Oh, and REVIEW.

Sorry, onward...

Wednesday, August 13th

Dear Diary,

School starts soon. What am I going to do? 3rd grade is going to be really easy, but I'm not sure if I'll make any real friends.

Mommy made us move to Phoenix 3 months ago, I miss Daddy. Mommy said the rain made her sad, I agreed but I didn't say anything; I still miss Daddy. I think I saw him crying when Mommy and I pulled away.

Diary, you're the only one I can talk to. I didn't have friends in Forks, but I'm positive I won't make any here. Maybe Mommy will send me back soon.

Is it bad that Mommy is having a boy sleep here? I thought she loved Daddy. I wonder if Daddy knows.

Mommy is calling for me; I have to go school clothes shopping with her and this boy named Phil.

Isabella.

I closed my diary, hiding it in my secret place and raced down the three-step stairs to meet with Mommy in the kitchen, glued faces with Phil.

"Mommy?" I asked staring in horror. Tears were fighting their way in my eyes. I couldn't believe Mommy was with someone else besides Daddy. Thinking of Daddy made me miss him. It'd been 3 months since I'd seen him, but I called him the night we moved in; he was sad.

"Oh, dear!" she said pushing Phil away. "I'm sorry, honey. Come on Isabella, let's go get you some clothes for school." She began to turn me away from Phil's direction and out the front door.

I missed our home in Forks. It was a lot bigger than this place. Daddy's home was a 2 story house with my own bathroom.

Mommy made us shop for hours, I hate shopping.

She bought me five new outfits for school, all skirts and shorts; some skorts but I was confused with those. Plus, I hated showing my legs.

"Tsk, tsk, Izzy." I stared up at Mommy, wondering what she was scolding me for now. "You need to stop eating so much, you're clothes are getting smaller and smaller each day. You're a third grader, not a sixth!"

I covered my eyes as the tears began making their way down my hot cheeks. Mommy called me fat. Mommy had never said anything like that before. I wondered silently as my tears came faster and faster, if Phil was the reason for the move.

For leaving Daddy alone.

For her most hurtful words.

I always knew I was a bigger kid than others, but Mommy and Daddy never said anything. I knew Daddy always wanted to take me outside to play, but I wanted to stay inside and read.

I like reading, a lot.

When Mommy and I made it home, Phil was in the living room watching baseball on the small, 10" TV we brought from home.

"Hon, you've got to get a new TV, this one is bullshit!" his words scared me, I'd never heard a curse word in all my life, and Mommy didn't say anything.

Wasn't my intelligence important? I could pick up on these things, even if I am only eight years old.

Mommy and Daddy usually tuck me in at night.

Mommy stopped after a few nights. I missed Daddy again. I know I should tell Mommy, but she won't listen.

That night after clothes shopping, I awaited Mommy to come in my room and tuck me in. I heard her footsteps outside my door. A gentle knock.

"'Night, hon." And she closed the door.

I rolled over and began to cry more silent tears.

This was the 12th day I cried myself to sleep. Tomorrow would be the end of it.

When I woke the next morning, I rushed into the bathroom to see if my face was still red from the night before. I was in the clear.

Not only was I a chubby girl, but pale as a ghost too. Crying and blushing were my worst habits and they showed evidently.

I walked down to the kitchen, in horror of spotting Mommy and Phil once more, but Mommy was alone; cooking.

I went to her side and hugged her gently. "Morning, Mommy."

"Isabella! Get out of here, you'll get burned!" I took a giant step back from her, scared. She'd never raised her voice at me before, I was always her princess.

After breakfast, Mommy didn't let me eat a lot; I took the moment to talk to Mommy while Phil took a shower.

Mommy sat on the couch, legs folded and reading a magazine.

I walked toward her with my hands fidgeting behind me, "Mommy?" She moaned in a response, but didn't move at all.

I tried again. "Mommy?"

"What Izz?" she looked away from her article briefly then returned to reading. I didn't answer right away; I wanted her to really look at me when I spoke.

As a third grader, I knew a lot. Reading anything and everything I could get my fingers on since the mere age of 4, helped. In an article about the Deaf community, it was considered rude to not look at someone in the eyes while speaking. We're not Deaf, but it's still rude.

She finally set her Cosmo down on her lap, sighed and grunted at me. "What Isabella?" Not only was her voice raised, but so were the hairs on my neck.

"ImissDaddy." I spoke under my breath quickly.

"What? Izzy, speak up." Mostly my imagination but, it began to look like she was rising from her comfy spot of the couch.

"I. Miss. Daddy." I said, stating each word carefully.

She sighed and waved her hand at me. "Oh, Izz. Call him." And then she picked up her article and began reading it again, folding the front around the back.

"No, Mommy. I miss Daddy, I want to go home!" she dropped her readings at the sound of my voice rising. I was about to throw a childish tantrum, I could do it; I am a child. But I was way more mature, and Mommy knew it.

"Excuse me? This is your home now!" she stood from her spot, right in front of me.

"I want Daddy! I want to go HOME!" she grunted and threw her hands up in the air. Mine stayed promptly at my sides, in tiny, chubby fists.

My faced as flush as hers, she sent me up to my room.

26 ½ hours later I arrived back home.

Daddy was waiting for me at the gate. As soon as I saw him, I jumped straight into his arms.

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" I screamed. I dropped my things and jumped into his gentle brace. He hugged me tightly and didn't let me down for I don't know how long.

Tears of happiness streamed gladly down my face. I only wiped them out of my vision to see my Father.

"Oh, my child." His husky voice was so full of love and tears. I missed him so much.

That night, after I got all my things settled back in my room, which had been left untouched, I sprawled across my comfy bed and wrote:

Friday, August 15th

Dear Diary,

So guess what? I'm back at home with Daddy, in my old room! I'm so happy to see him again. I'm not even sure if I miss Mommy. She's with Phil now, what does it matter?

I'm glad that I came home before school started back up again. But the worst part about going back to school is seeing Edward Cullen again.

I was a tad happy to not be seeing him, but I missed Daddy deeply. I would do anything for Daddy, and that involves seeing an icky boy who picks on me.

Edward always calls me "fatty" instead of Izzy. But so does a lot of the Forks kids. I can handle it, just for Daddy.

Another bad part about Forks, school starts early, like as in 2 days early. School starts on Monday. But now, I'll always have my Daddy. Speaking of, he's coming to tuck me in.

Goodnight.

Isabella.

Daddy knocked on my door just as I put my diary where I was previously placed 3 months ago. "Izz?" he called as he opened the door ajar.

His face lit up as he walked into my room, I knew he was glad to have me home, as was I.

He sat on the edge of my bed; I scooted up toward my pillow, allowing him to do so. Before he said anything, he just stared at me. My face blushed involuntarily and a tear ran down my cheek.

After a moment of staring, I couldn't help myself; I leaped forward pushing the covers off of me and hugging him tightly.

"Daddy, I don't want to go back!" I sobbed into his pallid red plaid shirt. He hushed me gently and smoothed my hair along my back.

"Baby, you don't have to." He soothed. "I won't let you go, ever." His voice was fierce with intent and I knew he would stick to his words forever.

I sat back into my warm bed and pulled the covers back over my legs.

Daddy never forgot anything, sometimes that was a bad thing, but as of right now, it was amazing.

I didn't have to say anything to him. He leaned down over me, pressing his soft, warm lips to my forehead. I giggled at his moustache touching my skin.

"Goodnight, Daddy. I love you."

He smiled at me, his teeth hidden briefly by the hairs of his moustache.

"Goodnight my Isabella." He shut the door behind him and I smiled.

I was home.

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-Shawna. :)