The only thing that can ever be right is when I am here. It makes me remember. It reminds me of when I was a kid. When I used to sing. When I would dance for hours and hours, with my dad spinning me around and my mom singing along with me. I used to have so much fun here. But now my parents are gone. I'll never see them again. I wish I could, but they can't come back. Every time I come here, I listen to the song she used to sing with me, and I dance the way he taught me. He built me a tree house here. I keep all there things in it. My mothers brush, and her favorite cd's. My dad's fishing pole and the drawings he would draw. She was a photographer and I have all of her pictures here. He was an artist and all of his paintings are here. I come here everyday, hoping that they might be there, but knowing they're not.

My parents died in a car accident when I was seven. That was ten years ago. I live in Forks, Washington.

Now I live with my neighbors. I would live with my grandparents but they died when I was six. depressioning I know. But I try and look at life at its highest. It gives me some hope to look forward too.

My neighbors are the Hales. My best friend is Jasper. He is has always been my best friend. His cousin Rosalie lives across the street from us. She is also my best friend. She just moved here when we were 12. We all get along real well. It is like we are insperable. At school we are never far apart. We always have the same classes. Well except for the "girlie class" (that is how Jasper puts it). In those classes me and Rose are together.

Jasper has blonde hair and he has blue blue eyes. Like the ones tv stars have. He is really tall too. Like almost 6'3. He is the best friend anyone could ever have. He listens to everything I have to say, and never ignores me.

Rosalie is in a way the same. I swear if you didn't know they were cousins you would think they were twins. Rose has the same blonde hair, except it goes to the middle of her back. She has the same blue eyes. She is 5'7. She looks like a super model.

Unfortunatley for me I am normal per-say. I have brown hair that comes down to nearly my butt. I have brown eyes that Rose says are puppy eyes. I do dance. At the dance school my mom owned. So I am really thin so I don't have curvy curves like Rosalie.

Rose used to dance with me but she says its childish now, for her. She says that I am amazing and should continue. Which I plan on doing.

Jasper says that when I dance i look like I am in peace. He says that I have this look on my face that makes him want to smile. That makes everyine smile. I told him that he is silly, and doesn't know anything from right to wrong. He laughed and said, "Bell's I am always right. Whether you want to admit it or not." Rose laughed then shook her head and said, "He's right you know."

I rolled my eyes at them.

Today is the aniversary of my parents death.

Everyone know not to bother me at all that day. I always go to our special place to remember. Our meadow that we found when we went hiking.

I went into the woods behind my old house, that now is vacant and empty tilll I decided to sell it. Which will never happen.

I never know how much time it takes for me to go to the meadow. I feels like minutes. My dad always said that time passes by the fastest when your at your happiest. my mom always said that that doesn't make sense, but then he would just kiss her and then she would look at him with eyes that werepure of joy and she would say, "I know what you meannow.'

I would smile at them and say ewwww and run when my dad would start to chase me.

I remember the day that they left for there car ride.

*FLASHBACK* 10years ago

"I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger "

"Bells?" my mom said as we laid down in the meadow while daddy painted us.

'Yes mommy?" I asked I was so happy and wxcited. Tomorrow was daddy's big show. We were flying out to England to see his paintings in a big museum. I always went with them always. The never went with out me.

"Honey, I think that you should stay home tomorrow.' She said in a sad but stern voice. I looked at her and was about to laguh, but sh was serious.

I looked at daddy to know if he knew she wanted to leave me behind. He had stopped painting and was looking at me. his expression said that he was agreeing with her.

I shook my head frantically. "No-no I have to go with you guys I-" I was sobbing now.

My mom put her hand on my cheek, 'Shush, shush baby. I know you always go. But you can't miss anymore school honey. You have a school trip tomorrow. Jasper will be sad if you miss this one too." she was stoking my hair now.

I looked at her then and him, "But I want to go with you." I said in my most sadest voice, "Jaz knows, He will understand, he-" My dad cut me off this time.

He came to sit by me, "Bells, I know that you want to go, and that you were really excited for this trip, but you have to stay here. Promise me that you will be a big girl and stay here, and be good girl." He said in a serious voice. He was holding the tip of my chin with his pointer finger.

I looked at him with tearful eyes, "I promise." I said in a small voice.

My mom smiled and hugged me. She whispered into my ear, "Don't forget to dance."

I smiled wide. And nodded at her request.

I ran over to her bag and grabbed her camera. My mom smiled, "I think we should take a picture before you leave." i said to them.

My dad laughed and picked me up and spun me around, 'HAHA! That's my girl." I giggled. My mom smiled and laughed.

My dad sat me down and they got next to eachother, and smiled at one another and I took the picture then.

They looked startled when they saw the flash go. "Hey we weren't ready yet." My mom said with a laugh.

"I know, but that is when the pictures look the bestest." I said. My dad laughed. he pulled me into a hug and I dropped the camera. I giggled when he started to tickle me. Then we saw a flash and looked at my mom. I smiled, she giggled. "At its best."

I ran over to her and started to tickle her and she rolled on to her back and started laughing with me on top. I tickled her tummyand her knees came in like mine do when the tickling starts to hurt from all the laughter. She smiled at me and I smield at her. FLASH. The camera went off again and my dad was laughing holding the camera.

He smiled at me when I looked up at him. "Come here you two." He said holding his arms open. My mom and I crowled our way over to him.

He held the camera up so that we could take a picture of all three of us. I smiled at the camera. Thinking they were looking at it too.

*FLASHBACK END*

I walked into the meadow. I thought that I would be alone.

But I wasn't.

There was a boy sitting in the center of the meadow.

He didn't look much like a boy, more like a man. He had sort of a brownish red hair, and was pale.

I shouted out, "Who are you?"

I boy jumped up, turning to face me.

He looked at me sort of looking at first frightened then when he saw me he looked relieved.

"I should be asking you the same question." He said in a british accent. Oh no...England.

"I am Isabella Swan, now what are you doing here in my meadow." I said in an irrated voice. Just thinking about were he is from bothers me. It makes me angry because I was suppose to go there.

"Your meadow?" He laughed, Yes Laughed! "I don't see any signs that say it is your meadow." he said in a humorous tone.

I pointed towards my tree house that said, "Swan Meadow."

"i believe ther is." I said and imiated his accent. I have to say that it was a good impression.

He scufffed, "And here I thought this was a free country."

I rolled my eyes a him. "You still haven't told me your name stranger."

He still looked mad, but his face sort of softened as I got closer to him. "It is Edward." He said. He sort of gulped as I got closer and closer to him. I was now right in ffront of him. He looked to be around the same height as Jasper. I looked up into his eyes. They were green.

I smiled slightly and said, "Well welcome to Forks, Edward." I lifted my camera and took a picture of him.

He laughed when I put the camera down. "Swwan...hmm. Are you by chance related to Charles B. Swan? The famous artist?" He asked.

I looked at him suprised. He had heard of my father? I nodded, "I was his daughter." I said in a smalll voice.

He looked over joyed by what I said.

"No way! Really? Wow! Your fathers work was amazing! And your mother Renee was jsut...wow! I can't believe that you are ther daughter."He said in a overexcited voice.

I looked at him, "Was."

He looked at me confused. But then his face came into an understanding. "Oh. I-I am so sorry. Today was-" He didn't finish when I nodded.

"Plwase leave.' i said in a small voice.

He looked at me confused, "Excuse me?"

"I said will you please leave." I felt the tears start to come, and i didn't want this stranger to see me cry.

He looked like he was about to argue, but he just nodded and he walked away. I didn't even check to seee if he was gone or not.

Today was September 13th. The day my parents died. The day of my birthday.

A/N: So? Any results on what you guys think? Please review and tell me your thoughts

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