Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot.

This is my first attempt at writing Twilight fanfic. Actually, it's my first attempt at writing any fanfction.. really. I'm not a big fan of the BellaxEdward pair, I'm a Jacob lover. 3

So, yes.. this will be a BellaxJacob centric story. But, don't worry.. I won't turn Edward into a Psycho Supervillain or something. I don't hate him, I kind of love him so.. I have something else in store for for him which will be revealed much later.

So, stay with me if you want to find out.. :D

Wish you all a fun journey ahead.

Happy reading!

Prologue

As I stepped foot outside the airport, I finally realized how far away from home I really was.

I had to stop calling Pheonix my home as now I came here to find my new home. For how long, that was yet to be decided.

I spotted a police cruiser as soon as I stepped out of the airport building, Charlie was leaning against it casually. I approached him slowly, dragging my bags behind me.

"Hey, Dad." I greeted him as I neared the car.

He didn't change much since I last saw him, which was last year on my summer vacation when I came here to stay with him for a week.

He looked up at me and smiled nervously.

"Hey, Bells."

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The trees running past the car windows were nothing but a green blur.. and, in that blur, it was like.. I could see glimpses of my past and future here in Forks. The time I spent here when since I was a kid, the time I will be spending in the future..

I was not a chatty person, neither was Charlie. So, it was obvious we weren't gonna have long talks over coffee or something. Charlie didn't say anything other than "Hey, Bells" to me since I landed in Forks.

Leaving Mom behind was not something I ever thought I'd do. But, recently, I kept feeling like I was holding her back from being totally committed to Phil. And I didn't want that for my mother. I wanted her to be happy. To be with someone she really cared about. She finally found that person in Phil, and I didn't want to be the one holding her back. So, after an entire week of convincing, she finally agreed on letting me come live with Charlie and finish my senior year in Forks High.

New School.. Not something I was looking forward to.

Being around people always made me nervous. Some would think that after staying in Pheonix for so long, I must've felt bad about leaving it behind suddenly, leaving my friends and all..

But, the truth was that I didn't have any friends there. I couldn't make any special bond with someone that I could call Friendship. The only friend I had there was my Mom. And I sure felt bad about leaving her behind. But, I was doing this for her. So, yeah.. I will survive.

Charlie finally pulled up in front of the white two-storied house that I remembered. Nothing changed. Not even Charlie.

I got my 'socially awkward' nature from him as my Mom, Renee, was a very friendly person who could bond with people in minutes.

He silently picked up my bags from the trunk and headed inside. I followed him quietly.

The living room was somewhat cozy, that was a good sign. I looked to my left to find the kitchen. It was pretty spacious with lots of cabinets and a fridge, the walls white and the cabinets brown. It looked like it wasn't used much.

That wasn't a surprise. When it came to cooking, Charlie was even worse than hopeless.

He probably lived his life on takeouts.

'Guess I had to make sure the kitchen was dirtier now.

Not in a non-platonic way!

Charlie climbed the stairs and I followed suit. He opened a door on the right and stepped in, putting my bags by the door.

"So, this is your room," Charlie began awkwardly. "You should probably freshen up and take some rest. If you get hungry, there should be some pizza left in the fridge.. or you can order takeout. I left the number by the phone. I gotta run to the station now, get some paperworks done. You gonna be okay?"

I nodded my head, "Yeah, I'll be fine."

"Ok," he cleared his throat "I'll see you at dinner. Make yourself at home."

With that, he turned around and ran down the stairs.

I looked around my room. There was a single bed on one side with clean white sheets and a light green comforter, a closet on the other side of the wall and a desk was sat beside the door with an old computer which I'm sure was a new addition to this room made by Charlie for me.

I plopped down on the bed and looked at the white ceiling. It matched the light blue color of the walls.

I muttered to myself, "Welcome to Forks."

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This is just the beginning!