A/N: Here is my first stab at a fanfic. I hope you guys like it.

Bella

Man this town was boring; nothing interesting ever happened here. Sometimes I just wished something, anything, would happen to change all that - I was tired of this boring life. This town has been holding me prisoner since Renee, my mom ran out and left me here with my dad, six years ago.

I was precariously perched on a trunk from a downed Western Hemlock that sat on the forest floor. The trunk was damp and covered in moss. I only prayed that the moss wouldn't stain my jeans. If I could've found a drier spot to sit I would have. Forks being in the Olympic Pennisula meant there was rain just about everyday.

It is so damp and eerie here. Fuck, these woods were scary and green. I hadn't hated the color green until I moved or was dumped in Forks. Everything here was green. Except for the sky that usually stayed a dreary color of gray. On the days there was sun I would drive my old truck down to the Reservation and just soak up some sun on First Beach.

The sun never did anything for my skin tone. No matter how much sun I got, I never got even a hint of a tan. Sunburns I did get. Once the red went away I was back to a pasty white color. Ugh, if only I would have gotten Renee's skin tone.

Truth be told, I hardly looked like my mom. I took after Charlie more; we both had brown hair and eyes. We were more alike in other areas as well, Charlie and I liked our privacy, and we were not into showing much emotion. It just wasn't us. I knew he loved me, and he knew I loved him.

Looking down at my watch, I groaned. Oh great, I was late for school. Again. Damn, why did I tell Victoria I would meet her out here?

She is never on time and the stupid Bitch knows I can't be tardy again to first period. Fuck it, I guess she wasn't coming.

I stood up, giving myself a pep talk as I did. Alright Bella, I thought to myself, be careful and just watch your step - for once. Damn, I had to be the clumsiest person I knew. Why couldn't I have been born with my mother's grace?

Looking around one last time for Tori, I knew that it was time to get moving. I didn't need another trip to the ER this month, which would probably happen if I hung around too much longer. I looked down, ashamed, at my freshly bandage arm, a reminder that even the most basic of skills like walking could land me a trip the hospital. Who would have thought that having clean windows could be so hazardous? Those damn panes had to be fifty years old; they just gave right out on me.

All right, so I was lying to myself - If I hadn't run right through that door it probably wouldn't have broken. Who has French doors anyway? I mean, okay, yeah they're pretty, but really? Total hazard to your health!

Woops, I was distracting myself again. Oh shit, what was that? I swore, I'd just seen something moving. I looked in the trees and all around me, not seeing anything but green. I turned my head back around and damn it all I walked right into a tree. SHIT SHIT man that hurt. Great, I was going to have a huge knot on my head. Could anything else possibly go wrong today?

I didn't know how but I had somehow managed to make it out of the woods. As I walked through my back yard towards the front I could see a moving van passing by on the street. Hmm that was strange; Fork's hadn't had a new person since...well, since that idiot Mike moved to town. His parents had opened the sporting good's store here - Mike and Son Sporting Goods. How original was that for a name?

Well, I guessed it was better than Dick's sporting goods. Every time I flew down to Phoenix to see my grandparents for the summer I saw people hauling around camp cars with Dick's written on the back of them. I couldn't help but giggle. Come on, that shit was funny. Well, I guessed it was funny if you had the humor of a twelve-year-old boy, which I did.

Man, I seriously needed to save up money for a new car; I knew that it was time I got a part-time job. This truck, god love it, has been great, but man was it ugly. I think it might even be older than Charlie. Half red and half rust, it couldn't even make it above fifty-five. Which was fine, I guess; there was a lot of rain and ice here in Forks, Washington, so I didn't mind driving a little slow. Charlie was so paranoid about the weather conditions that he had forbidden me from riding or ever driving a motorcycle.

What Charlie didn't know wouldn't hurt him. My best friend Jake has a bike and he was even fixing one up for me. The one he was fixing up for me was this pretty red Honda Rebel. Sure it only had 250 CC's, but that was just enough power for me.

I got into my truck and flipped the visor down, wanting to see the damage I had done to myself. Yep, awesome, right in the middle of my forehead, and, oh great, it was as big as ping-pong ball. I turned the key in the ignition and listened to the familiar roar of the engine as it turned over.

I pulled into the parking lot right as the bell for first period rang. Damn it, Victoria was going to pay for this. First she called me at midnight to tell me she had great news and to meet out in the woods behind both of our houses. She knows how much I hated those woods; they have always given me the willies. I wouldn't have agreed if she hadn't sounded so freaking excited.

I guessed, since she hadn't shown up, that it was about the guy she was working her way to sleeping with. Victoria had always slept around but, hey, I wasn't one to judge. I just didn't think I, personally, wanted to do that. Making love was supposed to be between to people who loved each other - not two people who were only using each other for personal gratification.

Okay, so I'm not a total prude, I did personally gratify myself from time to time, but hell, who didn't now-a-days? Hopping out of my truck, I ran through the parking lot and into the building. Oh my god. Did I just manage to run without falling flat on my face? Maybe today wouldn't be so bad, after al.

I made it to first period English Lit; as I opened the door I realized that no one was in the classroom. Confused, I turned around and headed to the front office to see what was up, when I ran right into to Emmet.

Emmet was this massive guy. He was 6'5, or something, and built, and I mean built with dimples that gave him a boyish charm. He had blue eyes as well that were hot as hell. If he weren't dating my good friend Rosalie Hale, I would be all over that like R Kelly on a 14 year old.

He caught me before I slammed right into him. He looked down at my head, saying, "Damn, Bella what in the hell did you do?" I shrugged, telling him about my encounter with the tree that morning. He leaned back while the most obnoxious laugh came out of him - it was something between a snort and a bark. He wrapped me in a big bear hug that lifted me off the floor.

"Bella, you have more bad luck than Michael Vick meeting PETA at an animal shelter," Emmett said.

"Shut up, Em," I said, annoyed at his words. "Hey, where is everyone, anyway?

"What, you haven't heard?"

"No Emmet, I just got here."

"Oh shit girl, they discovered Victoria's body in her back yard this morning."

"Shut up, Em - that's not funny. What's really going on?" I asked.

"I'm serious Bella!" he shot back.

"Emmet, I was supposed to meet her in the woods before school this morning, but she never showed up," I answered, getting freaked out that he might he might be telling me the truth.

"Shit, Bella are you serious?"

"Yes, I'm serious Emmet."

"Well, everyone's in the gym; lets go," he said, his eyes grave as he looked at me.

As I followed him, confused thoughts drifted through my brain. No, no way. Emmett had to be joking, trying to screw around with me, or something. I mean, Victoria couldn't really be dead...could she?

Could she???