AN: Hi! this is only my second fanfic! I'm just gonna say this upfront: I'm very sorry for any spelling or grammatical errors, feel free to correct me if you feel like it. Constructive criticism only! No flames please.

Disclaimer: (I'll say this once and only once coz it gets tiring writing these things and you'll all read it when you read this story for the first time. And anyways, w if i were Stephenie Meyer why would i be posting alternate Twilight stories on here?) I don't own the plot or any recognisable character from the Twilight Saga, they all belong to Ms Meyer, the lucky woman. Okay, skill might have had something to do with it. And hard work.

Easy As Breathing

GPOV

With the wind screen wipers working busily to stop the rain from obscuring my sight of the road, I pulled up at the house I could call mine. I felt a rush of rash excitement. No. What was that? Normally I was a fairly pessimistic person, never focusing on the good. I could find the bad in any situation with ease. What can i say? I'm not a happy person.

I looked in the review mirror. The removalists' trucks were here. With a sigh, I got out of the car and jog over to the trucks. They've already started to unload things. I was surprised. Normally they'd be as slow as hell and rip you off for as much as they can. They were very efficient. They had unloaded the truck and put the furniture in the right rooms in less than two hours. After generously tipping them they departed leaving me to the rest.

The next morning when i awoke it was pouring. Again. I got up and went to make myself coffee. Sipping it slowly, i sit myself down on my leather couch. I really loved having my own place. No more pretending to be happy, no more judgements and concerned looks. I could be me without all that crap. Going out into Forks itself was a different matter. Small towns were a bad place for me. I would stand out, i knew it already. In the cities you could blend into the vast crowds and be invisible. But everyone in small towns knew each other. I couldn't escape the looks then. I didn't even know why I got those looks. I couldn't be the only one. Sighing dejectedly, i got up and returned to unpacking. I had only gotten as far as my bedroom last night before collapsing on my unmade bed. Today, i would focus on the kitchen and lounge. I started with the heavy things. After pushing and pulling the lounges into position i set to the T.V. After nearly dropping it several times i had placed it in spot that it could be viewed from. I plugged it in, with the DVD as well. The cable man was coming tomorrow. Next, i dragged my mahogany (and very heavy) bookshelf across the room to a corner. I took a break from the workout to start placing my broad collection of books on the large shelves. I loved to read. It was like an escape to another world. You could forget your worries and unhappiness. For me, reading was freedom. It was probably the only time i was ever completely happy now.

Once the empty boxes the books were stacked, i continued to slowly create the picture of the room in my head. It was done before midday. The kitchen was more dangerous. There were lots of things I could potentially break and/or hurt myself on. I wasn't clumsy; I just dropped things a lot. I successfully unpacked the saucepans without dropping one on my foot but I wasn't hoping for my luck to hold out. I continued to unpack plates, glasses, containers and more useless things I would hardly ever use. I was surprised. I had made it through all of this without breaking anything. What a novelty. I glanced at the newly hung clock. Five p.m. And still raining i thought. I don't think it had hesitated for a second all day. I was beginning to like Forks. Rain was good for me. It suited my mood every day.

Much later that night I crawled into my double bed, exhausted.

The rest of the week consisted of unpacking the rest of the house. By the weekend I was sick of the house and decided, against my better judgement to explore the town. I'll just have to ignore the staring I repetitively told myself. With that, I walked out of the house and into the rainy new world.

I had to say, I'd never been stared out quite so much before. And these people weren't even subtle about it. Everyone who set eyes on my gazed at me with shock in their eyes. At first I ignored it, but it was starting to get to me. Sighing, I rose from my bench and started to head back to my car when I saw people walking towards me. I quickened my pace in attempt to avoid an unnecessary conversation that would become gossip quickly. Unfortunately they also sped up and one of them yelled out

"Hey!"

I swore under my breath and reluctantly turned to face the group. The one who had called out held out her hand.

"Hey. I'm Jessica." She was short but her wild curly hair gave her a few inches. Suddenly, I remembered I should take it, so I shook her hand.

"Grace." I mumbled in reply.

"You're new" obvious. "How long have you been here?" Curious and chatty. What a great combination.

"Just a week"

"Mmm. Well, this is Angela and Lauren." Indicating a tall brunette and a pale blonde with this comment.

"Why did you move here? Shouldn't you be in college?' Definitely not going to like her.

"No. I moved for a change of scene."

"Oh. Where 'ya from?"

"New York." Maybe if I keep it short, she'll go away.

"Wow, this must be different." She remarked

I nodded in reply. She seemed to get the message because with a quick goodbye she departed. I had survived my first social encounter with people in Forks. With that thought, I jumped in my car and quickly drove home.

I was relieved and exhausted when I got home. People always had that effect on me now. So, in order to keep my energy I tried to keep away from people, period. For the rest of the night I went in through a cycle of reading a few chapters of a book, then flicking through the channels to see if anything worth watching was on. It went on for some time before I saw my own stupidity. I pulled myself off the couch and trudged off to bed. Curled up in ball, under the covers I thought about my new home, life. I had to say I liked it. It was lonely and boring, not to mention repetitive. But it was nothing like my old life. And that was exactly what I wanted.

AN: So what does you think? I may not update this a whole lot because I wrote the few chapter I have for this fanfic a while ago so it may take a while to get back into this story. But if you feel it's worth it, bear with me!