A/N: The original story is written in Portuguese and isn't finished yet. This translation is going to be made as an request of ninguna tinta, who asked me to do it. As a result, the updates won't be very frequent. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this. Here it goes the fist chapter which is also a kind of prologue.

Chapter 1

A new beginning

The rain patted incessantly on my window. By looking through the glass it seemed as if the street was distorted, but I knew it was only because of the abundant falling water that didn't allow me to distinguish the houses' outlines perfectly.

I felt my eyes welling up with tears, until one uncoloured drop fell onto the floor. I didn't really know why I cried, but a feeling of loss was starting to build up inside me. After all, that was what I wanted wasn't it?

Someone knocked at the door.

"Come in," I replied.

The door opened and my mother entered, approaching me.

"Are you ready, Bella?" she asked.

No. I wasn't.

"Yes. We can go now," I answered, cleaning my tears before turning around to face her. I didn't want them to see me cry or they wouldn't let me leave.

I had gotten my answer a few days ago, confirming my acceptation in the University of Dartmouth. That was to where I was going. I intended to take a degree on Journalism, and Dartmouth was the best choice. That was why I was going to New Hampshire.

I headed to the door, pausing for a moment under the threshold. I looked back, taking in all the details of the room that had been mine for the last 18 years. I sighed, the thought that I would not be there on my mind.

I climbed down the stairs. My parents were already awaiting me at the door, ready to take me to the airport. They weren't happy about this, they had me asked countless time to reconsider, to stay with them. But I knew that they had not the money to pay for a college, besides, Dartmouth was the best for my academic education, not to mention the only college to get me a scholarship.

"Let me help you with that," my dad said while picking up my bags.

"Thanks," I said. After all, the bags were actually heavy.

After we got in the car, my dad turned on the ignition, and drove towards the airport.

The journey developed in silence. None of us knew what to say...and we were all terrible at saying goodbye.

We arrived at the airport after some time. I did the check in, said farewell to my parents, hugging them, and then headed to the departures gateway.

Tears made their way across my mother's face when I turned myself to look at them one last time. My dad waved at me, while his other arm was around my mom's shoulders, soothing her.

I looked ahead, decided. I was also crying by then, but I'd already made my choice – I'd fight for my future.

I took a deep breath before embarking on the plane. From that moment on I would leave it all behind, and there was no way back. Without any more delays I got in the plane, headed to the seat marked on my ticket.

That was the beginning a new stage of my life, and I had no doubts: I would move forward.

A/N: Please read the information above if you haven't. I'm looking for someone to carry on doing this translation. If no one volunteers I'll do it myself, but it would be much easier if someone did it for me, as I still have to write the original story to then translate it. Anyway, tell me what you thought of it with a review. I promise you things will get more interesting on the next chapters. I'm also working on the next chapter of Fate has its own tricks, so if you're already a reader of my stories don't be upset. It's almost done by now. And I apologise once again for taking so much time but the truth is that I'm tryin' to get the marks I need to go to college. So right now, school is my priority. I'll update when I can. Thank you.

With love,

niqha*