A.N - Hey everyone!

This is my first fanfic. It has been a long time in the making and i was really selkf conscious of putting this up here becuase i hate bad critisim, even though i know it can be just as constructive as good critisim. Despite my better judgement, my mom begged me to post it so here it is.

In this fanfic, the pairings are like the books. It's an imprint story, seth's to be exact because i love seth. Bella is a vampire in this fanfic and it's post BD so Renesmee is in the picture. Bella's sister is moved to forks by the her mother, Renee where she meets Seth. Will she accept him? Can bella over look the fact that her sister is destined for a werewolf? And can Seth overcome the obsticles that await him just so that he can be happy? Read on and you'll see! :)

Here's Chapter one for you...I really hope that you'll enjoy it!

Chapter 1

Sad Endings

Today is one of the those extremely rare days where it is actually raining in the near constant sunny town, Jacksonville. I hated these days, especially this particular one. It was already as bad as I thought it could get after the many humiliations and incidents that injured the others around me in some way or another and school didn't help my day either. I had triple Physics, my least favourite subject in the whole world, however it obviously fate really hated me today...

There I lay, my whole face buried in my pillow, drowning out the sound of the individual raindrops I could hear splashing on my outer windowsill. I seriously couldn't understand how Bella could survive living in a place as wet and rainy as Forks. Forks was located just on the coast of Washington, it rained there close to 355 days a year. I probably wouldn't have minded the wet and the cold, if it hadn't been the case that I was raised under the scorching hot sun or Jacksonville and of course, my ex-home, Phoenix.

Bella, or should I say, Isabella is my older sister, 3 years older, in fact, as she keeps reminding me over and over. She had bailed on me, in March, over 2 years ago, to live with our dad, Charlie. He is Chief of Police out there in Forks. The police force enforced the law with all three of their officers. Forks is rather small. Only around 3120 people were residents there. Anyway, he loves his job. It was like the 27 cats to the old lady; like his wife and kids. As far as I know, he still lives alone, especially since Bella moved out. I don't care either way, I'm not as close to Charlie as Bella is and she's not even that close. She has always been his favourite though; I used to be jealous before the novelty wore off.

I didn't come to be like Bella did, conceived in tender and affectionate surroundings and brought into the world with the love and both parents still married, even if it was only for a short time. No. I was conceived in a night of hot passions of a one night stand between my mom, Renée and my dad, Charlie when he actually decided to go chasing after her, three years after they split. Of course he was there for the birth but, it wasn't enough to bring them totally back together.

Of course, they don't know I know this. I read it in Renée's long lost diaries from years back and now that Phil's in the picture there was no chance for Charlie now.

Bella's always hated moving. I guess she wanted to live in a more stable location since Phil moves around a lot with Renée and I tagging along. Bella got sick of it. She hated the fact that we, before Phil came along moved from Phoenix to Jacksonville when I was 12 and Bella 15. Time after that, when she finally got settled, we moved back to Phoenix. I personally had my own reasons to hate that decision but in any case, she just hated it. So combined with many other reasons, she moved to Forks.

Moving about a lot isn't really that bad, she's just being too selfless. I can still remember that day. The day she left me, standing in the middle of Phoenix Airport, crowded with over a thousand people, maybe ten thousand people, feeling total abandoned.

"Listen, Alyssa," she started, however, I had looked away, "Izzie, look at me! I know this is an awful thing to do to you…"

"Do you know? If you did, then you wouldn't be doing it, would you?" I interjected.

I crossed my arms across my chest and stared down at the cracks in the white tiling. I would not let her see my eyes as I could feel them filling with tears. Not from sadness, but from anger. This was one of the many things my sister and I shared in personality. There was a short silence; she was the first one to break it, as usual.

"Will you let me finish?" she asked, raising her eyebrows when I rolled my eyes at her. I just nodded, "Look, I've got to get away from all this chaos that seems to overshadow all this moving around."

"But, mum said she'd stay with us!"

"That's not fair on mum, is it? We cannot tear her away from Phil, can we? She'd be miserable, she has been miserable."

My sister had always been a selfless person, even I knew that but, why did it feel like she was being a tad selfish on her part. On the other hand, maybe it was on my part. I have been so close to my sister.

"I'm sick and tired of having to pack and unpack every few months, Izzie. I need something steady. It's just doing my head in. Please understand. Please accept this!"

She was pleading with me. She really wanted me to be happy about this, or at least accept it but I couldn't. I lost my temper.

"You know what? I don't care! Leave us. Abandon us! Just do NOT ask me to accept it because I don't! I am really going to miss you and you don't seem to care, so do what you want! I hope you like your new life in…in…in Forks! Forks? Really? Are you mad? Are you crazy? You're making me crazy! I can't take this. BYE!"

I was so angry at that moment, that the restraint I had on my tears crumbled away from me. Not wanting her to see my weakness, my anger, I rushed to the nearest exit I could find without looking back.

You know. I didn't even go to her 18th birthday, or the one before that. I still didn't feel up to it since I hadn't forgiven her yet. I think I have now though, now that I've had time to think about it. All she was helping was Renée. In my opinion, she was being too selfless.

It was a quarter to four, it had been raining for over 3 hours and it was finally letting up. I found I could bear the silencing splash of the rain now so I decided to go find a snack from the kitchen. Mum didn't like me doing this so close to dinner time but, since both Phil and herself was out, I thought I could treat myself, which I don't get to do very often.

My kitchen was quite cosy at times. There was a small log fire in the northern corner near the glass windows. It gave it a country feel, which wasn't common in places like Jacksonville. My feet squeaked on the wooden floor as manoeuvred my way past the glass dining table in the middle of the kitchen. I stumbled over the chair leg, I had to save myself by clutching the side of the mahogany counter, however, my hand also slipped off there, and I landed face first onto the floor. This was a common thing for me. Another trait my sister and me shared - clumsiness.

Clutching my nose, I stalked to the kitchen sink, soaked a dishcloth under it, and put the cloth to my nose. It was bleeding and it really hurt but I doubted it was broken. I've done far more worse things than that and still hadn't broken it. From all the times that I have, I think my nose had grown extra strong through the healing and possibly from all the calcium I drink. Maybe the coldness from the cloth would numb it. I held it there for 5 minutes until the bleeding stopped. That's another reason why I knew it wasn't broken because it usually bled like a river whenever I had broken it. I then I dowsed the cloth with bleach and then put the cloth into the washing basket, which was conveniently and sneakily concealed inside a cupboard below the sink. I grabbed a granola bar from the top cupboard and then strode off to the fridge to get a glass of milk.

I suddenly thought to myself that Phil doesn't play baseball (his current occupation-a minor leaguer) in the rain and I started to wonder what they had been doing these last three hours, however, my brain storming session was abruptly halted because a bright blue notice on the fridge caught my eye. It looked like a ticket of some kind. When I saw the heading, I automatically snatched the ticket from the fridge, ripping the corner off as I did so, along with the rest of the notices. My mouth hung open in shock and disbelief as I stared down at an aeroplane ticket from Phoenix Airport to Seattle Airport, with my name on it. Apparently, I was flying to FORKS! My mother. My own mother really could not be doing this to me? Me! Bella may be Charlie's favourite but I was my mother's. Now I wasn't so sure, not if was doing THIS to me. The date shocked me further. I dropped the ticket in disgust and stormed out the kitchen, granola bar in hand.

My mother and Phil returned home just ten minutes after I had discovered this catastrophe, which was very bad for them as I was still furious. I thought to myself, to let them have a few minutes to get in and settled before I started to rant and rave but I just couldn't wait that long. I ran down stairs, taking two at a time and slipping at the bottom step. That didn't help the image of angry as they were smiling at the action when I stalked into the room, the look of revenge in my face.

My mother caught sight of it, the smile vanished, replacing with apology and before I could get a word in, she had already started to say sorry; clearly she knew what she had done.

"Honey, please, don't be angry! I just think it is for the best. Now that Phil and I…"

I cut her off. "'For the best'? How can this be for the best? Mum, I'm going to be miserable! You can't do this to me! Forks? Forks, are you being serious? Mum, you know how much I hate that place, it rains every day-I can hardly stand it when it rains every few months here, let alone every day!"

"But, sweetheart, Phil and I are going on a road trip and it is quite a long one. I don't want to pull you away from you school studies, not totally. If you live in forks for a few months then…"

"A few MONTHS? What?" I couldn't believe it. Was she really saying all this or was it inside my head?

"Honey, Bella says the high school up there is quite good and there are very friendly people to get to know. Will you give it a try?"

"But mum, I could study on the road! Mum, don't make me do this!"

"I am not going to let you study on the road, you need a proper high school schedule and that is that. You are going to Forks and that's final. Phil, back me up here!"

She turned to Phil with the look of approach. He seemed taken aback being included in this conversation and was temporarily silenced. "Phil?"

"Look, Renee, please don't ask me to side with one of you because I love you both. If you two are at logger heads, you need to sort this out on your own."

With that final word, he strode off into the lounge to watch the latest Red Socks game.

"Mum, please? Just give me more time to prepare myself. Sunday? That's three days away!"

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. The ticket is already bought and it isn't refundable. You are just going to accept it."

"That's what Bella said!" I ran up the stairs, on the verge of angry tears, probably started by the memory reminder. This was so unfair. My mum said something inaudible but I didn't care too much to ask her to repeat herself.

Usually, when I'm angry with something or someone, I go to my mother to be comforted. If I were angry with my mother, then I would have gone to Bella. However, in this situation, I was at a total loss as how to comfort myself. I tried some light reading, some Shakespeare, and then some Charles Dickens-that didn't work. I gave listening to music a shot. Mostly my favourite artists like Muse, All-American Rejects and Rhianna; however, when they didn't work I actually tried Debussy, out of desperation only.

All these failed attempts made my tired and drawn, although, it was only 8:30pm and it was actually too early to sleep. Therefore, I decided to take a bath and calm myself.

It was quiet when returned from the bathroom. I had to look at the clock to check what time it was, just case it was too late and they had gone to bed before I made any sort of sound that may wake them. However, it was only 9:30. I had been in the bath for an hour, plenty of time to calm myself. I decided it was time to go apologize to my mother about my actions earlier.

She was in the kitchen, doing her routine cleanse. She did this every night. I lingered at the door, not knowing how to approach her. I had no idea watch state I had left her in earlier.

She looked up, smiled and beckoned me over. I didn't look at her when I approached, she embraced me with such force that I thought she was trying to suffocate me. Therefore, the words that followed surprised me a little.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I should have asked you," she said in a solemn voice, she pulled me tighter.

"Mum, you're not the one who should be apologizing, I am. I'm sorry, so sorry for the way I spoke to you earlier. I didn't mean any of it. You just caught me by surprise." I explained. I hoped she understood but I couldn't pull back far enough to see her expression.

"Listen, I'm not going to change my mind but, I am going to be reasonable. Ok? See if you can stick it out just for a few weeks, maybe a month, to see how it goes. If you don't like it still, I'll come and take you on the road with me and Phil. Reasonable enough?" She had doubt in her eyes but I actually found that reasonable.

"Okay, mom. That is reasonable. But, just one month, no more, okay?"

"Of course!" Her mood lightened and in turn so did mine. She kissed my forehead and then resumed her cleansing of the kitchen. I sat there for a few minutes watching her clean the cupboard doors until I remembered that I realized Phil couldn't have been playing baseball in the rain. I tried not to sound too curious when I asked.

"So…what did you guys do today? I figured that Phil couldn't play baseball in the rain." I waited patiently as she thought of her answer. When she smiled, I got a little bit nervous, I don't know why.

"We were actually shopping……for you." She actually looked embarrassed, as if she had told some dark secret.

"Oh." was all I could muster. What could they possibly have been buying?

"Actually, we were shopping for winter clothes……for you. We were planning on telling you tonight and we were going to soften you up with the clothes," she clarified. When I didn't respond, she continued, "When we realized that you already knew, well, we have left the clothes in the car."

"Mum…why don't you go and get the clothes we can sort them out. I will try so don't try to feel guilty or anything. I just can't believe you spent more money on me. I'm not mad that you're preparing me. I'm just upset that you didn't tell me from the beginning. You know what? I'll go get the clothes; I'll meet you in my room, okay?" I smiled at her and she obviously saw that she was forgiven as she beamed back.

"I have another confession!" she admitted, she bit her lip and waited for my reaction but, all I could do was smile and role my eyes.

"Go on, what is it?" I tried to sound enthusiastic. "Well…you're not 16 years old yet but…" I nodded, confused, she already knew this, obviously. "Well…I know you said you didn't want one, even though you've passed. But, Forks is mostly highway, sweetheart and we didn't want you to be walking all those distances. So...Phil and I have put some money together to buy you…maybe not brand new one but…a new car."

"Mom, I'm not allowed to drive yet." I reminded her.

"I know but you're dad understands that Forks is mostly highway and because he's at work all the time he won't be able to drive you places. This is why he's over looking you being only 15." Renée explained.

This surprised me a lot. I never saw much use for a car when I had two perfectly good legs and with all the costs of a car, I might as well use my legs free of charge. I was excited; of course, I was but…"How much exactly?" I needed to know so I could pay them back later, maybe even with a little interest. Again, another trait surfaced - we don't like money being spent on us and we don't accept charity.

"Now, young lady, I know you. You're just like your sister. I'm not going to tell you that because you have probably got it in you head that you're going to pay us back…and that's not happening. Just accept the money and buy the car, okay?"

Darn it. "Fine." I slid off the kitchen chair and hugged her. Kissing her forehead, I said, "Thank you and good night." I kissed her forehead once more and headed to the stairs. I shouted good night to Phil on the way up.

I woke for school surprisingly early. Phil had already left, of course. My mum was on the way out just as I stepped on the bottom step of the stairs.

"See ya later, mum," I smiled a half-hearted smile in response to her own and then she rushed out of the door. I could hear her car door slam and the engine start.

I slumped off into the kitchen. We hardly had a morning where we all could just sit down and have a family breakfast. Suddenly, I lost my appetite. I looked at the clock.

My best friend, Amelia, should be picking me up for school in about 10 minutes. I was obliged to have only half a day today as I needed to pack for Forks. I returned to my room to collect my books and shoved them, untidily, into my bag. Today couldn't be as bad as yesterday, I thought to myself, only to take that back a few seconds later.

It was going to be bad, maybe even worse as I had to tell Amelia and all my other friends that this was the last day they'll see me for a month. That saddened me further, so by the time I got into Amelia's car, I was on the verge of tears.

Amelia is 2 years older than I am. She is a senior and I am a sophomore. Although, that didn't affect our friendship. Out of all my friends, she was the easiest to talk to, maybe even better than my mother was. That's why we are best friends.

Her hair was tied up into a bun and her face once again surprised me as she looks like the spitting image of Jessica Alba. Her dress was a deep violet and she had a waste belt on. I had always admired her style because I wasn't stylish at all.

"Hey, Izzie, are you okay?" she asked as I climbed into the car, oh well, fell really. She had looked at my face, obviously.

"Yeah, am fine, you?" I lied, I fastened my seat belt and we were off.

"Well…not really. I have this stupid Spanish test today and I was wondering. Since you're like an A+ student, could you like…go through it with me? I don't even know what to expect." She looked hopeful and I couldn't say no to that face. Have you ever seen doggy eyes?

"Sure, when?" I asked.

"Well, the test is after lunch so…I guess then, at lunch, is that ok?"

"Sure it is. Call me Tutor Izzie!"

We laughed the rest of the way to school, I had totally forgotten about the task I had to do today, I was so distracted. Amelia is such a distraction. I decided to tell my friends at lunch and of course, now that I had decided it, lunch came all too fast.

All my other friends were waiting for us. Half of them were sophomores like me but some became my friends when Amelia did from when I first started school.

Leanne and John, seniors, lent against their car. They were together. Jason, Amelia's brother, also a sophomore like me, was sat on his bumper, reading a comic. He was sort of a cool geek, if you can get one of them and then there was Andy, a senior, who was sat on the curb, throwing stones across the parking lot. As soon as he saw us coming, he shot to his feet.

Since I came to this school in freshman year, Andy has had a crush on me. Since then I think it has developed into something more but that doesn't erase the fact that I don't feel the same or the fact that I used to be in a serious relationship with his younger brother, who was a Junior. He has actually asked me to his prom but sophomores aren't allowed to go which I was secretly pleased about. He smiled at me as we walked to our first class.

The morning went quite fast. English was boring, so was chemistry. Come to think of it, Biology wasn't that exciting either, however it was awkward. I was Andy's lab partner in that subject. Every now and then, our hands would catch on the microscope or something and he'd take my blush as something other than it was, it was just awkwardness.

We sat at the lunch table; I had nothing in front me since I had lost my appetite through nervousness. They all knew there was something was wrong but I guessed they all knew I was about to tell them because they waited very patiently. They struck up their own conversations but I could see them, casting occasional glances at me.

Suddenly, I got so nervous I just spurted it out.

"I'm moving to Forks!" I clutched my hand to my mouth as if to catch the words I just spoke and shove them back down my throat. I took everyone by surprise, even me. Amelia just sat there gaping at me, frozen. She had a horrid expression. Jason was frowning with his mouth open, too. Leanne and John looked at one another in disbelief however, their faces composed. However, Andy, he got up and stalked out of the doors. My eyes followed him but mine were the only ones. Everyone's eyes were fixated on my face as if to see some sort of humour to this bad joke. I couldn't look at any of them but, I could feel each pair of eyes hit me like lasers. There was an exaggerated long silence however, after a while Amelia started to thaw out.

"This is some sort of joke, it has to be! You hate Forks, why would you suddenly decided to live there?" she was fuming; she didn't like this one bit.

"It wasn't my idea! I only found out yesterday night."

"But, why?" She was confused. She couldn't believe it. I recited the conversation, well; argument, Renee and I had last night. They didn't like that either.

"A road trip? How can your mother do this to you, how can you do this to us? I cannot believe it. Who is going to help me with my Spanish, boys, my style, my LIFE?" Amelia grasped me with such force that she had pulled me off my chair. I couldn't breathe; her hold was too tight to even ask her to loosen it. Jason spoke up.

"Am. I think you're suffocating her!" He seemed alarmed and so was I.

"Sorry!" she released me and smiled at me apologetically, "I'm just going to miss you so much! I can't believe it!"

"I know. I will miss you too. And you Jason!" I turned to him; he suddenly went red, rose from his seat and walked away. I stared after him confused.

After a while, I turned back to Amelia. "Listen, there's something else I have to tell you." She looked at me warily however, when she didn't reply, I took a very deep breathe and continued, "I'm going on Sunday morning." I closed my eyes waiting for the rage but, what I heard in its place surprised me. Amelia sat there sobbing in her hands. I rushed to embrace her, to comfort her. I hated seeing her cry.

"Listen, listen. I will write and send you stuff and everything, I promise!" More than anything, I wanted to do that to keep in contact with the world outside Forks. It was so small.

"I...I...I don't think that w…w…will be e...e...e-enough!" she sobbed harder.

"I'm so sorry, Am!" and I was. I didn't want to go anymore than she wanted me to.

"It's ok! I'm ok! You just took me by surprise, that's all! Why didn't you tell me this in the car?"

"Cos it was too hard to."

"How long for, then? Just tell me!" she demanded. I hesitated; maybe she has had enough info for one day. I decided I was going to be truthful with her.

"A month tops." She grimaced but she didn't start sobbing again. Maybe that was as bad of news to her as the actual going.

"A month? Well, that's not too bad then. At least it's not like a year then. We'll see each other again soon, right?"

"Of course we will, silly!" I hugged and kissed her forehead. "Now go on, you have a Spanish test, don't let my Spanish expertise go to waste! Go!"

She got to her feet and walked away. She gave me one last smile when she got to the door and then she was gone. I could feel the tears spilling over my eyes. I hadn't even noticed them watering. I brushed them away with haste before anyone saw them. That would bring unnecessary attention. I hated attention. Also another trait - Shyness.

I walked slowly to my bus stop. I saw a tall, lean figure that I recognized waiting there. It was Andy. He is one of my oldest friends because he is Ollie's older brother by a year. Ollie was a year older than me. We were there for each other quite a lot last year and I think he made something out of it.

As I approached, he ran up to me and hugged me, raising me from the ground. Suddenly, he closed the space between his and my mouth. A few seconds passed as I was temporarily paralysed, I pulled back abruptly, and he seemed shocked too.

"Sorry! I don't know what happened then. Where did that come from, right?" he said in a rush, clearly embarrassed. I was stunned. I didn't know what to say.

"Andy…" I didn't know what to say.

"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that. It's just...I like you. A lot." he admitted, shyly. His eyes were on the ground, avoiding my gaze. I still didn't answer. "Izzie...I know you know. I know you've suspected. And I admit...I liked you when you were with Ollie but I respected my little brother but...sadly...he's not here anymore..."

I cut him off, gently placing my finger on his lips. His eyes closed and I felt his lips kiss my finger, ever so slightly. "Andy...I can't. It doesn't feel right."

"We could work on it." he begged slightly. His words cut me deeply, an ancient hurt resurfacing. I hated hurting people's feelings.

"No, Andy. We can't." I whispered.

"I love you." he spluttered, catching me off guard. I stared at him, stunned. For once, he didn't blush as he dealt out his feelings. For once, he wasn't embarrassed. He simply looked at me, totally serious and not backing down from this situation. I blinked twice, trying to get my thoughts in order so that I could give some sort of response to that. But there was nothing. How do respond to that without uttering the same words back? Can you? I continued to to gawk at him, lost for words. "Izzie...Say something."

"What...What do I say to that?" I asked, perplexed and shocked. He bowed his head in sadness. "Listen Andy, you are my friend but, that's all you are. We can't be together. I like you, but more like a, a brother you know." I tried to bring him back down to earth without hurting his feelings. "It's just, after…your brother...well, it just feels awkward. Don't you feel awkward?"

"A little…maybe. We could get around that, surely?" he asked hopefully. I grimaced in the slightest. He didn't seem to notice.

"I don't know. I just want to be friends, Andy. I'm sorry."

"I won't lie to you, Iz; that hurts but that's what you want. I'm really sorry I brought it up. I'm just really going to miss you." he stared down as he said this, still embarrassed. I grabbed his face, light and I kissed him on the forehead, just like I do to all my friends and then hugged him.

"I' so sorry."

"Yeah. I'm sorry. I just hope...this doesn't screw with our friendship." he mumbled, still only meeting gaze for seconds at a time.

"I know. I don't think it will. Our friendship is quite solid." I told him, assuringly. He looked at me, smiling littly.

"You think?" he asked, unsure. I nodded, smiling. "Thanks, Iz."

" Don't worry about it, okay?" I smiled at him one last time, hugging him, sternly before I stepped on to the bus. I paid and sat down. He waved as the bus drove away - the tears started again, I hope he didn't see them.

When I got back home, the house was still empty. I decided to take a stroll through the house, just simply to take memory type pictures in my head so that I will be able to remember this beautiful house before it's replaced with the house of my childhood - Charlie's house. His house wasn't exactly grand like this one; it lay a tiny bit isolated from the rest of the town. It looked like a large cottage, except it had two floors instead of just one.

I went upstairs to pack and finished with in a few hours. I found a camera and decided to take pictures of everything I wanted to remember-the house, the garden, the park, my school; I think it was too late to take pictures of the people I didn't want to forget. I would have to say goodbye once again. Once was enough. I would print the pictures in Forks or somewhere near Forks, maybe Port Angeles.

I shoved the camera in my suitcase, double-checking everything was in there. My mum would probably check later, too. I descended the stairs and noticed the mail on the little, mahogany side table near the front door. There was a bill-I would have to stick that on the fridge- there was a letter from the bank addressed to Phil, a very large letter from Uncle Grant in Canada, addressed to Renée. I was surprised to see a letter addressed to me amongst them. I didn't recognize the return address at first because I hadn't seen it in a long time-it was my soon-to-be address in Forks; this letter was from Charlie and Bella, probably written by Bella. Charlie didn't like writing letters.

Hey Izzie,

I've heard that you're coming to stay for a few months, that's fantastic. You couldn't have come at a better time right now . I know we have a lot of catching up to do and I hope you're still not too angry with me. Charlie is excited to; he can't wait to have both of his daughters under his roof, or he would have had both of his daughters if I hadn't have gotten married, had a daughter and moved in with my husband. Anyway, Dad didn't think you'd want to share with me so he's actually cleared out his office and stuck a bed in there for you; you have your own room! Of course, that was before I moved out so…You can either have my old room or keep the office room. (I'd stick with the office room. So much bigger, and better!)

I want you to meet someone when you get here; he's actually looking forward to it, which actually surprised me. He's quite cool but, I'm not going to tell you why I want you to meet him yet. I think you already know his name, or you better do. Edward Cullen, remember?

I also hear that you're enrolling in Forks High School; it's really not that bad once you get there, which also goes for Forks, too. This place has changed quite a lot, you know. There are lots of really nice people, including boys. Well, maybe…

I can't wait for you to get here on Saturday, I will pick you up from the airport since Charlie is working, naturally. Sorry. Hey, I might even bring Edward me, I don't know yet. He's actually sitting with me while I'm writing this so he's definitely excited. I'll either be in a silver Volvo or a black Mercedes depending on what I decide so look out for both, okay?

Be prepared, Charlie insists we have a family night out somewhere so I'm warning you, he's really excited but, you know dad, he doesn't like showing it.

I can't wait for you to be here and I'll see you on Saturday.

With Love,

Bella, Charlie, and the Cullens.

I read the letter three times over and I was suddenly excited to go, which startled me. I'd heard that Bella had gotten married and had baby. Of course, I was too stubborn to forgive her so I hadn't gone to the wedding or to see the baby. I know her name is Renesmee, though. Renée had told me when she and Phil had gotten back. It would be lonely at Charlie's house without Bella but, what can you do? I shoved the letter in my pocket and went to go watch some TV.

Phil and Renee returned from baseball at 4pm since they had to pack for the road trip, I kept out of their way by going to prepare dinner. We sat and ate dinner at the table, Renee wanted to make an event of the evening so we all watched my favourite movie - Stick it.

Saturday passed in a blur, I don't know why. I had a horrid day; I was so bored and what's more, Andy had been calling me to apologise every hour.

I settled into bed at about 8 o'clock Saturday night since my plane took-off at six in the morning. I didn't sleep so well and by the time I was on the plane, I fell right to sleep. My departure from Phoenix Airport rattled my dreams as I replayed it repeatedly.

"Mum, please don't cry! Remember it is just one month." I tried to comfort her but, I was confused-she was the one making me go.

"I know, I know! It's just…both of my daughters are leaving me. And if you're anything like Bella, you might actually come to like Forks, she has had a change of heart since living there, and I just don't want to lose you!"

"Mum, I am not like Bella so I will not take an unexpected shine to Forks like herself, okay? You're worrying for nothing! I'll be back in no time!"

"You think you aren't like Bella but, sweetheart…you two could be twins if it weren't for the age difference. You even look nearly identical."

"Oh, mum! Don't say that!" I'd said that but really I was quite pleased she had, I really did admire my sister.

"Now, I'm just emotional, don't mind me. Go, you're going to miss you plane." With one last kiss and hug, I clambered onto the plane, looking back at the amazing mum and stepfather waving me off. Here come the tears. I went inside before they could see them.