Knowing

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer, sadly not me, owns Twilight… and all these characters… I just changed the story up a bit. :D

BPOV:

Chapter 1: Leaving Home

What was wrong with my life? I lost my parents but I could get through it, but this I wasn't so sure that I could get through. I couldn't have gotten my heartbroken yet again! And the cherry on top was that the guy broke up with me today, on my birthday!

Start Flashback:

Jack walked up to my front door and rang the door bell. I of course happily opened it. I greeted him, and he told me happy birthday… but there seemed to be something wrong. I looked at his face and noticed that it wasn't excited that it was my birthday. I asked, "Jack, is there something wrong?"

He nodded and said ,"Yes there is. And I think we should talk about it now, cause we really need to talk."

Having had my heartbroken previous times, I already knew where this conversation was going. I decided I'd beat him to the punch.

I started screaming at him," WHAT! NO YOU'RE NOT BREAKING UP WITH ME ON MY BIRTHDAY! YOU KNOW WHY?" I made a quick pause. I then continued, "Because I'm breaking up with you! Now get out of my house Jack, before I hurt you!"

"Bella, please… I just think you should know why."

"Jack, I don't really care why you decided to BREAK my heart on my birthday, so get out… NOW!"

"Bella, please… I really think you should know."

"I've had my heartbroken too many times, I know every excuse. So just go."

"Bella.."

I slapped him, and yelled for the last time, "NO!!!" I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the front door. I opened the door and pushed him out. Slamming the door in his face. Tears now streaming down my face, I crouched by the door. How would I live on constantly remembering all the times we had together? His shaggy brown hair, his blue eyes, his face… everything. I just had to go… so I sprinted upstairs and went to pack my stuff.

End Flashback.

That's where I was now. So now the packing was finished and I raced downstairs with all the money my parents had left me. I got into my truck and raced to the airport.

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There were too many flights to choose from. Where should I go? My eyes scanned through the list of flights when they came across one going to Seattle. That gave me an idea. I was going to Forks. Where my dad used to live.

"Hi," I told the lady at the counter, "one ticket to Port Angeles please."

She smiled and said, "sure thing."

My plan was almost complete, now I just had to see if I could just move on and forget all my previous heartbreaks. I couldn't wait to see what was coming next.

I boarded the plane about an hour after buying the ticket, and the minute I sat down I fell asleep. I had an interesting dream, yet it wasn't really a dream, as it was only a still picture.

It was of a boy, about my age, with pale skin, golden eyes, brown hair, and one of the most beautiful smiles that I've ever seen. Who could he be? This was probably a sign, as the night my parents died, I saw a car accident but couldn't make anything of it either. I guess that I'd have to wait and find out.

A/N: Well, what do you think? Did you like it? Let me know please! I want to hear peoples opinions to see if I should continue. Thanks!