"Ew." I mutter as I trudge through an old horse farm to find a brooch. I know, what kind of a normal teenage girl shuffles through fields of horse muck to find an old lady's pin? But that's just it, I'm not normal. I have a kind of curse that repels people from me and makes me a danger magnet. When I was around seven, my mother, Renee, was hit by a drunk driver while we were in her car. She was killed and her body horribly burned by the fire while I survived… sort of. My heart momentarily stopped in the hospital when I was having a complicated surgery. That event singled me out as "the freak". Not just because of my survival. Because I had died and I still live, I was given a gift. I can see spirits. I can see the souls that are stuck on earth that haven't gone into the light. Yet. It is my job to settle their unfinished business on earth to get them into the light where they belong. My name is Isabella Swan. I live in the small town of Forks, Washington. I can see ghosts. And I will never be normal.