Chapter one

Sometimes I wonder if you were an angel
Would you fly, would you fly
Or would you just hover right here by my side
Keeping me warm and dry
Keeping me safe by you side
Mother mother won't fall from grace
Light a room with the lines on your face
And if you were a river run dry
Well I'd sing you sweet bye and bye.

Disclaimer – I do not own Twilight.

It was seventy degrees in California. The sun was high in the clear blue sky. There wasn't a cloud for miles.

"Mom, please let me go. Everyone is going to be there. This is perfect weather for the beach." I begged for the hundredth time.

"No, Bella. Have you not watched the news lately? Another person was killed. That makes ten in the past month. You're not leaving this house until the cops catch whoever is behind this." My mom said, frustrated that I wouldn't let it go.

"Renee!" I wined. "Enough, Isabella!"

Yup, definitely mad.

"I hate you." I mumbled. "I heard that." She said as she grabbed her car keys off of the hook by the front door and left for work

Work.

That's all she ever does. She leaves when the sun comes up and doesn't come home until the moon is high in the night sky.

My mom is a grade nine teacher and a trainer at a local gym. She goes straight from school to the gym. I hardly ever see her. Maybe that's why her and my dad split up. I was only a baby when they divorced. They told me it was because they thought they were to young, but I know it's because my mom cares more about work then anything.

Now, don't get me wrong, my mom loves me and I love her. When she is home, which isn't often she spends her extra time with me.

I treasure every minute of it.

I woke up very suddenly out of a deep sleep. I looked out my window and the sky was still pitch black. The red numbers on my digital alarm clock said it was only 4:47 in the morning.

Great.

I got out of bed and went down to get a coffee. I knew once I was up I was never getting back to sleep.

As I walked toward the kitchen I noticed my mom's shoes, coat, and keys weren't by the front door like always. I went up to her room and her bed was still made. It looks like she hasn't slept in it.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

I jumped.

Who could possibly be at my house at this time?

"Hi, are you Isabella Swan, daughter of Renee Dwyer?" The man asked as I pulled the front door open. I quickly noticed he was a cop. "I am. Is there something wrong?" I asked. "Um yes, it's about your mother." He said and cleared his throat. "What is it? Is she okay?" I asked. I was starting to get nervous. "Um no. I'm sorry but your mother was involved in a drive by shooting. She passed away on the way to the hospital. Again, I'm sorry for your loss." He watched me for a minute to make sure I wasn't going to fall apart then gave me a sympatric smile and walked away. I shut the door and fell to the floor.

This is surreal. My mom was my best friend. She's the women that carried me in her womb for nine months, and then cared for me for the other seventeen.

This has to be some sick joke. It can't be real.

Can it?

Will I really never get to eat her famous pancakes again? Or see her beautiful smile? Or hear her laugh when I tripped over my own feet?

She didn't deserve this. She was a hard working, loving person. She should still be here, with me.

I must have passed out sitting by the front door because I don't remember going to my room and that's where I was now, lying on my bed. Once I events of earlier this morning caught up to me I found myself sitting up in bed, clutching my chest, and gasping for air.

"Bella honey, are you okay?" A familiar voice asked. I looked over and my dad was sitting in my old wooden chair in the corner of my room. "What are you doing here?" I asked in a coarse voice. My throat felt like sandpaper. Like I have been stranded on a dessert island for weeks, maybe months with no fresh water to drink.

"I'm here to get you. You're going to come stay with me in Forks." I didn't want to feel the burning in my throat again so I just nodded.

On the way to Forks I watched my dad. He looked the same, just with more wrinkles. I could see the sadness in his eyes. He still love my mom, he always had. He just won't admit it.

My mom.

I could feel my heart beat faster. I took a deep breath to calm myself.

The drive from my old home in California to my new home in Forks was long, too long. All I wanted to do was fall apart, but not here in the car with my dad.

My dad didn't try to start a conversation with me. It was more comfortable that way. But, every once in a while I would notice him glance over at me.

I'm fine.

Once we got to Forks it was only a fifteen minute drive to my dad's small, two bedroom home. Once we got there my dad helped me bring my things to my room then left me to unpack. The great thing about Charlie is that he doesn't hover.

"Supper!" My dad called up to me. I pulled myself off of my bed and went down to the small kitchen.

"I made macaroni." He said. I looked at the plate of food in front of me and scrunched up my face. The smell was revolting, the noodles weren't cooked, and the sauce was burnt.

"I can order a pizza if you want?" He must have noticed me looking at the food in disgust. I sighed and got up from the table. "Its fine dad, I wasn't that hungry anyway." He looked at me with sad eyes. I went up to my room and curled back up on my bed.

"Bella, can I come in?" My dad asked and poked his head in my room. I huffed and sat up in my bed. "I know this is all hard for you, but I don't want you to close yourself off from the world. I registered you at Forks high school, you start tomorrow." I was going to fight with him. The last thing I wanted to do was go to school. Hell, I don't even want to leave my bed. But I couldn't find the words. My throat wasn't working. I just nodded. I could tell he wanted to talk, but the look on my face must have stopped him. I knew he'll want to talk sooner or later. I just hope its later then sooner.

The night went by slowly.

Each minute seemed like an hour. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion. Eventually the sun started to rise so I got out of bed, changed into some jeans and a sweater, and put my hair up.

I put on the best fake smile I could and left to start my first day here in Forks.

So, this is the first chapter to my new story. This is the second one I'll be working on, but I promise I will update, a lot. I love reviews; they make me want to write more. They mean a lot to me. And, whoever reviews will get a teaser for the next chapter! So R E V I E W! Please, tell me what you think. Thanks!