Chapter 1

Hey people. This is my second solo story, third story in total. I hope you love reading it as much as I love writing it. I generally update once or twice a week though reveiws speed things up. Some people may seem a little OOC but it's not too bad. ANYWAY happy reading!

"Bella you have been moping around here for months you are going to live with your mother whether you like it or not!" Charlie shouted at me as I sat in my room

"Well I'm not going to live with mom whether YOU like it or not!" I shouted back, I was waiting out the year and hoping they came back

"Bella your mother is coming to pick you up on Monday so you have two days to get your stuff together" Charlie said, still mad but not shouting now

"Well then I guess I'll just have to leave so mom can't take me huh?" I retorted and his face went red with anger

"Well FINE THEN leave I don't care, your 18 now so you can leave, go on pack your shit and beat it" he shouted and stormed out of the room.

As soon as he left I began packing the bare necessities, three sets of clothing, my id, passport, my phone and my wallet. As I was packing I thought of where I could go when my thoughts where interrupted by the little ding coming from my computer that announced that I had a new email, I looked over at the screen to see who it was from when I saw the words NEW EMAIL: ALICE CULLEN written in huge red letters across the notification screen in the bottom left of the computer screen. Finally the words I hoped for every time I had a notification appeared, right when I wished they wouldn't. I opened the email and read though it a few times,

Dear Bella,

We are all so super-duper sorry we left but you can't go anywhere other than your mothers place, or you can stay at Charlie's place, but I don't think that is your favourite option. Just so you know where you can't go I made a quick list:

Can't go to the Blacks' place- Paul would rip you to shreds in your sleep because he hates you
can't stay at the big house- we sold it, we aren't coming back
can't look for us- we will keep running

And that's all I thought of, if you come up with more ideas I will email to contradict them, so go live with your mother and move on Kay. We're doing this for you ya know.

Alice Cullen

Well thanks so much for ruining all my ideas. Where else could I possibly go? I don't know where else I can stay, AHA! I can go to Italy, I can get Aro to turn me, and the deadline is in a year anyway I'll just shorten it. My thought's where once again interrupted by a little ding from the computer signalling a new email I looked back at my computer and found that it was from Alice as I had assumed, I opened the message and it read:

Isabella Marie Swan you will not go to Italy, if you go through with this we will come to Italy and just drag you back.

But this decision wasn't going to change, I was going to Italy and getting Aro to turn me… or kill me either way I don't have to stay here. I wiped my computer hard drive to remove all evidence of vampires and I headed downstairs to grab some food.

"Cya Charlie" I said as I passed the living room, he didn't even look over at me in acknowledgement well screw you too I thought as I headed to the cab in the driveway.

I got to the airport and headed to the ticket booth

"How may I help you?" the lady asked me

"I would like a first class ticket on the next available flight to Volterra, Italy please" I said and she gaped a little that some random teen waltzes in and asks for a first class ticket to Italy, not something I suspect she hears every day.

"Um, yes, yes of course, that will cost $1000" she said and I handed her the money I had left over from one of His book shopping gifts

"Err, Okay, now I just need your passport and drivers licence" she said and I handed them both over to her while she fiddled around on the computer doing god knows what.

10 minutes later the ticket lady turned back around to face me

"Here is your ticket, you are on the 10:15pm flight to Volterra, Italy you are booth number 12 on deck 2 row 1, have a nice day" she told me handing me my passport and licence back. I looked at my watch, it was only 7:10pm so I had an enjoyable 3 hours and five minutes to look forward to… sarcasm is a wonderful tool.

I hope you liked it. If you see ANY MISTAKES let me know so I can fix it. I accept flames but if you dont like someones story you should just read something else, okay? Good. Remember reveiws speed up the UDing so hit the little blue button... now!