Chapter 1:

I sighed as dad pulled into the driveway. My head hurt from the hospital visit. I had dared my best friends Emmett and Edward that I could beat them in a race. All three of us ride dirt bikes. My father, Charlie, thought it was something good for me to let out my anger issues after Renee, my mother, left us. That was five years ago, I was twelve.

My friends and I rode our dirt bikes to the area behind my house and began the race. I was in the lead until I landed a jump wrong. My bike bottomed out and I lost control. The bike fell over and trapped me under it, hence the hospital visit. My left knee was sprained. I was on crutches now and had a nice brace to support my knee. I had strong pain meds for the swelling.

I opened my door trying to get out when dad ran to my side to help. I had one crutch out when he got to me.

"Dad, I'm fine, I got it." I said as he helped me out. I kept swatting his hands away when I tried to place the crutches right. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Bella, you are hurt. You need to take it easy." Dad said as I hobbled away and he shut my door.

"Now you sound like that doctor. Don't quite your day job." I snickered. Dad is the police chief of Forks.

He chuckled at me then stopped. I had also stopped. On our front porch was Edward and Emmett, that wasn't the problem. There were four unknown people with my friends. I slowly made my way onto the porch with Dad's help.

"Hi, I'm Charlie Swan and this is Bella, my daughter." Dad said introducing us.

"I'm Esme Cullen. This is my daughter Alice." She said pointing to a short girl. She had short black spiked hair. "And these is my niece Rosalie Hale and my nephew Jasper Whitlock." She said pointing to the two blondes. Rosalie had straight blonde hair and Jasper had honey blonde hair. They all waved.

"Right. Sorry I was suppose to show you around. I think your husband helped Bella." Dad said.

"Doctor Cullen, blonde, tall and nice?" Esme asked. Dad nodded. "That's him and don't worry about not being here. Your sons helped us." I almost fell over laughing. Dad caught me.

"They aren't my brothers. They are here so much they claimed dad as theirs." I said going inside. They all followed.

"What did the doc say?" Edward asked me as I settled on the couch and propped my leg up.

"I sprained it. Lots of X-rays and MRI's." I said.

"I bet Bella screamed like a baby." Emmett said. I grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. He ducked in time, resulting me hitting Esme.

"I'm so sorry." I said sitting up. I hadn't thrown the pillow to hard. She laughed lightly and said it was ok.

"How did you hurt your knee?" Alice asked. She was sweet.

"Dirt bike racing." I snorted. Esme gasped. "Not my first injury. I have a temper problem that occurred when my mother Renée walked out on me and dad. Dad proposed the dirt bike to my therapist who agreed. Emmett and Edward live across the street and got into the bikes with me. That was five years ago."

"Wow. So what happened exactly." Jasper asked. He had a southern drawl.

"Bike bottomed out and fell on her." Emmett said shrugging. Dad came in then with drinks. A bunch of canned soda. I smiled as he handed me mine. School had let out last week so I had been riding my bike a lot lately. It kept my occupied so I wouldn't think about my problems.

"What are we gonna do now?" Edward asked. "Your bike needs to be worked on and you're not able to ride for at least a month."

"I can help with the bike." Rosalie spoke up for the first time.

"It'll keep Jake away. You know he comes over just to see you Bella." Dad said. Jacob was a good kid. He is dad's friend Billy's kid. Jake got into the wrong crowd a couple years ago when his mother died.

"Dad I didn't know you felt that way about Billy's kid." I said. He shrugged. We all laughed.

Esme told use that Jasper's father is her brother and had died last year with his wife, and Rosalie's mother is Carlisle, her husband's, sister had died when Rosalie was five. Rosalie's father had died when she was an infant. We in turn told her that Edward had moved here from Chicago, when he was three, with his parent's, Elizabeth and Edward Sr. Masan. Emmett McCarthy and his mother moved her when he was still in diapers.

"The three musketeers'," Dad said pointing to Edward, Emmett and I, "Are 17 and seniors'."

"So are we." Alice said clapping. Sugar high much?

"I must get back to work. See you later Bells." Dad said getting up. We said bye to him and sat in silence.

"So…" Alice said perking up. "What else do you do for fun?"

"Edward and I play basketball and football." Emmett said. I rolled my eyes at him.

"I play the guitar. Guess I will have more time for that." I said finishing my soda.

"I am going to head home. You guys can stay if you want." Esme said standing up. Edward, being the gentleman he is, walked Esme to the door. I would have done it if I wasn't hurt.

"Where did you guys move from?" I asked sitting up. I tried bending my knee some, wincing as I did.

"Philly." Rosalie said. She had a slight cold demeanor, but that could be from the new move.

Emmett engaged in a conversation with Rosalie right away. He has family out there and whatnot. I grabbed my crutches and got up. Everyone looked at me.

"I'm going to change then go outside." I said making my way upstairs.