Disclaimer: I sadly don't own twilight.
Chapter 1: Street Fights and Moving Away
"Go!" The ref shouted, throwing his hand down signaling the beginning of the fight. I launched myself onto my opponent. Tonight I was fighting James Knight, the greatest male street fighter in Phoenix. My name is Isabella Swan, I prefer Izzy. I'm a street fighter. I live for the thrill of not knowing what is going to happen. I love doing it. My mom hates it. She thinks one day I'm going to get killed, or worse arrested. I don't care. Honestly I think I'd be better off in the ground or in prison, then with my mom.
You see my parents, Rènee and Charlie Swan, divorced when I was thirteen. They had this huge custody battle over my brother Edward and I. Dad got Edward, mom got me. Ed and I both knew that mom wanted him, and dad wanted me. Yet somehow they got all messed up, and I got stuck with mom. Mom remarried this major league baseball player named Phil Dwyer. Now I just get to pretend to be some perfect little debutant around the paparazzi, but when I'm with my friends and some family members I'm a tough street fighter. Bam! I was pulled out of my thoughts when James threw a really good right hook to my jaw. "Son of a…" I murmured.
I threw a roundhouse kick right onto James's chest. He doubled over trying to get air, and I brought my elbow down onto his back. That knocked him to the ground. I kept him there until the ref tapped him out. Well that was fun. I had won another fight. I was still the champion of this underground fighting ring. I can't wait for the next one. I never stay long after a fight so I just grabbed my gear and left.
"Isabella Marie Swan!" My mother screeched, in her high pitched nasally voice, the minute I walked through the front door. What had I done now? I glanced at mom, and saw that she had some tabloid in her evil clutches. I gasped when I saw the cover. It read: 'Isabella Swan-Dwyer a fighter?' "I have no idea how that happened." I whispered, putting my head in my hands, and collapsing on the flowery pink couch. "It doesn't matter. You are going to Forks to be with Charlie and Edward. I can't risk you ruining Phil's reputation." Rènee sneered, glaring at me in disgust. "Whatever Rènee, I'm glad you're sending me away. Now I don't have to deal with you anymore." I said angrily. I stormed upstairs, and grabbed all of my suitcases from the hall closet. I dragged them to room and threw them on my bed. I opened them, and started to throw all of my belongings inside. Tonight was the night I'd finally be escaping from 'Queen' Rènee, and all her demands.
After I'd finished packing, I collapsed on my bed. I was exhausted from the fight and from packing. I knew that I still had to check for any wounds I had received from the fight, and grab a shower. I forced myself to get up, and walk to my bathroom. After checking for injury's, (Only a few scrapes and bruises.), I jumped in the shower.
Thirty minutes later, I was back in my bed this time to go to sleep. I was half asleep when my phone went off. I checked the caller ID and saw that it was Haley, the only other female street fighter in Phoenix. "What?" I snapped. "Wow girly, you seem mad." Haley replied sarcastically. "Yea well you would be to if your mom sent you to Forks, Washington." I said seriously. "What?" Haley screeched in my ear. "Ow! Some tabloid got pictures of me fighting, and Rènee got mad so she's sending me to forks in the morning." I whispered. Haley started ranting in my ear about how stupid I was to get caught, and how street fighting wouldn't be the same without me. "Haley calm down. I have to go, but I'll call you in the morning before I leave." I said, annoyed because Haley wouldn't shut up. We hung up, and I flipped onto my stomach and went to sleep.