Author's Note- I am doing a re-write because I seem to have painted myself into a corner and need to set better stages in each chapter. Just bare with me, chapters 2-4 will all blend back in.

A.N. 2 don't own Twilight, the i.d. says Elizabeth

Mom married Phil, a nice guy who could reign in her scattered brain ways. I was set on going to boarding school in New Hampshire. It had the tough academics which I need and I would be on a hockey scholarship. Mom and Phil would be living in Vermont for Phil ' s new job as the athletic director for the University of Vermont. That changed quickly.

My parents divorced when I was a baby and it was one part of my mother being a scatter brain, the other part was my father cheated on my mother with this married woman from the reservation by the name of Sue Clearwater. Long story short, I have two half siblings who I loathe.

Life is perfect with my hockey career. I am on the u-18 girls national hockey team as a goalie. I have major universities looking at me for their newest goalie and I have plans for the 2010 Olympics. The world is my oyster.

Dad, has always tried to insert himself into my life and be part of the glory of my hockey career. He has always wanted to see more but he backed down because he just could not ask me to take ask week off from school and fly to Washington to see him. Weekends were filled with hockey. I had to put up with him a month during the summer but I lived in the attic.

Right before the move, mom received papers that dad was suing for custody and could not take my out of the state. It was either mom hand me over or face a lengthy court battle. It is three months before I turn 18.

I was pissed and I would lash out at him and my slut of a stepmother who he is playing happy family with. I just would never be home so he could not spend time with me.

There is an elite hockey team called the Falcons that play AAA hockey or heater yet, elite. Mom did the background. They have sent several on to division one schools, one to the AHL, and two to the NHL. James Evens, the coach wants me even though I am a girl. I think it is because I have national team experience and a 99.7 save percent. You don't score on me.

This lead to me getting a job at the rink working in the pro shop and giving private lessons and teaching group sessions. Let's see, I make $8 per hour working in the pro shop, $20 per one hour private skate lessons and $35 for a group lesson. If I am not training or have time for a couple of hours, I can make $63 dollars in one afternoon. This beats working in a clothes store or flipping burgers.

Mom and Phil helped me sign in the dots when I bought a silver Toyota Highlander. I saved my money for a long time. The car was perfect for transporting my hockey gear in.

The day came where I had to fly into Seattle. I would carry national team pride and my love of all things Arizona with me. My car was being sent up with all my the contents of what I will need to survive the next three months of hell.

"Give him hell Bella, you worked hard for this and the scouts know where you are. They will be watching you. I have already signed off on all of your hockey paperwork and have paid up. Your father can not hold you back on that. Technically I still have custody of you and this is just to get your father to leave you alone for good. Do not let him get to you and do not explode at him. You have your grandmother's temper.

Now, let's go over my rules because we all know I am stricter than your father but you know I can be a flake sometimes. One,do not back talk no matter how much your father deserves it. Grades will be kept to a 3.89. No dating, no junk food. Do only what is needed for household tasks. You are going places and I am proud of you."

Phil hugged me " Give him hell Bella. You are a hockey player and it makes you the tough one. Think of him as an agitator that will be sent to the sin bin in three months when you move out."

I wore a pair of yoga pants for the long flight with one of my many Coyotes sweatshirts with a baseball hat lowered over my eyes. Too soon we were in Seattle and I got off the plane with my back pack. My car had been sent up and it was made clear that no one was to touch it or the contents. If worse comes to worse, could always dry out the gear and let the odors fill up the car. That will be a people repellent.

Dad saw me and the first words out of my mouth were "90 days I am out."

"Your mother brain washed you."

I spun around in anger "I had the opportunity of a lifetime to go to prep school and you took that away from me. Too little, too late. Mom has my routine set to keep me out of trouble and she is the strict one."

Dad did not expect that one "How?"

"I have to keep a 3.89 in all AP classes or no hockey. Junk food which tastes horrible by the way is forbidden. Dating is forbidden. It is a surprise where she is a scatter brain and it is going to suck without her. Can we get back to the prison so I can begin my 90 day sentence."

The drive was quiet and when we got there, I pulled out all of my stuff. I packed my protein powders ascend made myself a shake for dinner. I did some PT before heading to bed. Let the games begin.