AN: Hey, this is my first story, so forgive me if it sucks :) Also, I first started writing this as a completely different story from twilight, and im putting it on here to see if people like it. Its kind of hard to go through it all and change the names, descriptions, and places and stuff. So if I mess up and use a different name, forgive me because im still writing it the other way too . Anyways, please review :) most chapters will be longer than this one.

Oh, and I know that Bella hates sports in twilight, … but I didn't know how to change that, and its only in the beginning anyways. So, forgive me for that as well. :D

Disclaimer: I do not own twilight.

Are you ready to go, Isabella??" My mother, Renee said dully as she picked up her purse from the coffee table and swung it onto her shoulder.

I rolled my eyes; she knew I hated it when she used my full name. I much preferred 'Bella'. Yet, she always used it no matter how much I complained. I didn't even bother with it anymore.

"As ready as I'll ever be." I said, just as dully. I slipped on my soccer cleats, and headed towards the door. Today was the day of my soccer tournament, and I was pumped. Not that I was showing it, I rarely showed my feelings. At least, not in front of most people. Only in front of my two best friends, Rosalie and Emmett. They were there my whole life, and I knew I could trust them. I usually just kept my feelings locked inside, and only spoke about them when people asked.

"Alright then, let's go. Come on Charlie!" she yelled to my father, who as always was glued to the television.

"I'm coming…" he grumbled, and reluctantly pealed himself off of the couch.

'Fat ass' I thought to myself. He really wasn't fat. But you'd think that he should be by the way he sat on the couch all day, watching sports and eating chips.

I walked slowly out the door, and into the car. I had my soccer uniform on, so I had to have my hair pulled back. I hated it when it was up, but it was the only way I could play. My hair was brown, , and my eyes were chocolate coloured., I had ringlets that cascaded down my back, and side bangs that I always kept straight. My skin was very pale. Sometimes, if I felt like having fun, I would tell people I was part albino to see if they would believe me. I was defiantly out of place, living in Arizona, most people there are tanned. Some people would kill to look like me; I would do anything to look like anyone else.

We were almost at the field, when we got stuck in traffic. I started to tap my fingers on my knee while I was waiting.

"Stop that, Bella." My Dad said. Unlike my mother, he knew not to use my full name.

"Sorry." I muttered, and put my hand down on my blue soccer shorts.

"We're going over to nanny's tonight, Isabella." My mom said. "She needs help with taking the garbage out."

I groaned. As much as I loved my Nanny, it was a pain to always have to help her. I would do everything, and I didn't complain, because I knew that she couldn't do it her self. But it was just annoying sometimes.

"I know, Bella. But you're 17. She is 84, and she needs the help."

"I know." I said, under my breath.

I leaned against my window of the back seat, and looked out we were right in front of my school; Arizona High. It wasn't the greatest, and we had a really bad reputation. But I loved it none the less. I looked behind me and saw that there was a large tow truck coming up from behind us.

'Shouldn't it be slowing down?' I thought to myself.

Before I could say anything, the tow truck came smashing through all of the cars. My head whipped around, giving me whiplash, and I felt like I was frozen. I heard the screams of people around me, and saw my parents yelling and trying to get out of the car. I wanted to scream, I wanted to run. Anything but just sit there. But that's what I did. I stared as one thing led to another, cars crashing into one another, engine parts flying everywhere and soon there was a huge fire right in front of me.

I heard myself scream, but I couldn't feel it. I felt a smash in back of my head, and I felt myself fall onto the seat of the car. Everything went black.