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BPOV

God, why must you curse me with a life like this? Every time I feel like I'm finally about settled in my new town, my mom pries up my roots and makes me start over again. This is too hard for me. I'm a junior in high school for God's sake. I just want to find a permanent place for the rest of high school and God forbid, make some damn friends. That's when my decision was made. I was moving to Forks to live with my father Charlie, and their wasn't a damn thing Renee could do about it.

I was average enough; a few inches over five feet with long brown hair and simple brown eyes. Your completely typical teenage girl. Perhaps that's why I didn't have many friends, even when I stayed in a place long enough to make any. I didn't stand out. On a popularity scale I ranked about a 5, I was a girl that nobody thought about very much.

That was two years ago. But I thought my life was bad then, little did I know what was coming around the corner next…

Flashback

"Happy Birthday Bella!" Renee sang to me. I plastered a genuine smile on my face for the first time in a year and hugged my mother tightly.

"Love you Mom!" I said as I let go to pull Phil into the hug as well. "Love you too Phil." He smiled too. I really liked Phil. He didn't try to make me like him or force anything too fast onto me, which was indescribably nice. He tired to convince my mom that I needed a different lifestyle than what I was currently living. Unfortunately, it didn't work. Once Renee's mind was made up, there was no changing it.

We got into the car, all of our moods happy. It seemed like nothing could go wrong. Renee was playing my favorite radio station loud with the windows rolled down so that everyone could hear us singing along. That was mistake number one. We couldn't hear the oncoming traffic. That was number two. The last and final mistake. Renee ran a red light.

A truck hit us head on. It hit Renee first, her screams were so loud.

"Mom!" I cried. The car swerved into the lane next to us and we were hit again. Phil got the impact this time. I kept screaming in horror as the sides of the car folded in from the impact. Cars honked around me, but I blacked out before the paramedics even arrived.

I had thought my life was bad before but now it was one hundred times worse. But I tried not to think about it while I sat in the taxi. I was headed to a Dr. Carlisle Cullen's house. He adopted me less than a day after I had awakened in the emergency room. He was my doctor and saw my broken state and decided that it would be best for me to stay with him. He had told me that my parents had passed away and had tied to break the news to me as gently as possible. It was very sweet of him, so it was a bit easier for me to accept him as my foster-parent.

So I was moving, from Phoenix to Forks. Carlisle was a friend of my birth father, Charlie. Unfortunately, he died of a heart attack about a year ago. That awoke me from al of my daydreams and runaway plans, pulling me back into reality when we went to his funeral. That's where I met Carlisle. He told me to call him if I ever needed help. After the crash, my files were located and Carlisle's name was on the list of emergency contacts.

Dr. Cullen was handsome and from what I've heard, his son is too. I'd only seen Dr. Cullen the one time, but I was certain his son would be even better. Perhaps that's why I was so excited to move in with them.

"We're here," the cab driver said, turning around. I nodded and watched as Carlisle came down the stairs of his mansion. He handed the driver a wad of cash and smirked as his eyes widened. He hastily moved from the driver's seat and pulled my luggage from the back.

"Come on Bella," he said in a smooth voice. He opened the door of the cab for me and picked up my luggage in his hands. He led me to the door and set my two bags down and grabbed the doorknob.

"Bella," he started, calm. "I just want to warn you about my son, Edward. He can be a little… how do I put this? He can be cold. He'll warm up to you, I swear. You're a lovely girl. But Edward doesn't accept change well. But Alice will love you." With those words, he opened the door for me and quickly grabbed both bags, saving me from the work myself. He smiled kindly and waited for me to walk in before closing the door behind me. A small black-haired girl bounded down the stairs and engulfed me in a hug.

"Bella, right? We're going to be such great friends, I promise. And Edward… he'll come around," she added almost unwillingly. I smiled weakly. "I promise," she swore with the utmost sincerity. I took my bags from Carlisle and followed Alice up the stairs with them.

"This is your room," she said, gesturing to an empty plain white room. "You and I can paint it tomorrow but you have to promise to go shopping with me!" I laughed and dragged my bags in and by the right wall. "What color?" I shrugged.

"I'll think about it." She smiled and pulled me out of the boring room.

"Let's go have something to eat."

"Wait, where's the bathroom?" I asked, blushing furiously. She smiled.

"Left of your room," she replied. "Meet you downstairs." She smirked devilishly while she said it. It should have scared me but it didn't. I turned to face the door pushed open the closed door of the room left of mine. It wasn't the bathroom.

The room was dark, the walls painted a bloody red, the only light coming from where I was standing. A tall, dark figure was sitting on the black bed, holding something solid in his hands. Guitar maybe?

He stood up and made his way toward me. Oh God, was he going to hit me? I couldn't make out his exact features, but he was close enough now for me to see below the shadow of his hoodie and to feel his hot breath on my face. I could see his pale skin and his pink lips. He looked up enough for me to see the shadowed features of the rest of his face. His emerald eyes pierced through the darkness of his room.

"Get out of my room," he said with such blinding authority, it would have scared anyone in their right mind.

"I-I'm so s-sorry. Alice told me-."

"I don't give a damn what Alice told you. Get out of my room."

"Bathroom?" I squeaked.

"One more to the left," he said, motioning his head to the left as he said it. His lips were almost pulled into a permanent frown. They didn't even move as he slammed the door in my face. I breathed in and out, terrified. I was going to kill Alice.

All right, this is probably a really typical storyline but I felt that it really needed to be written. Ten reviews and I'll update ASAP. It would make my day too!