Okay, Hi everyone.

This is my first Fanfic. I hope you all like it.

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Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes.

Enjoy

XOXO Unikenzie

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BPOV

Charlie's car always smells of fish and peppermint.

I used to come to Forks every summer for a month to spend some quality time with my father. I hated the first couple of days because I never liked spending time away from... him. But I would quickly get used to it. I would call and txt him everyday, never making any friends in Forks.

Now I have to move here!

My mum, Renee, and my dad, Charlie, got divorced just after my third birthday, so I've never really had a proper family.

Since Renee died in that car crash three months ago, Charlie has lived with me in Phoenix. But now that everything is sold, the house and all the junk I don't need, I have to move to Forks. Yippee! Let's all skip around the campfire singing happy show tunes!

It's not that I hate Forks, I just dislike certain parts about it. The trees, for example. There are too many of them, it's too green. And the rain! I REALLY 'dislike' the rain!

But anyway, back to what I was thinking about before.

Charlie's car.

Don't like it.

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We pulled up outside the simple two-story white and blue house. Across the road, for as far as the eye could see, were trees. Trees, trees and MORE TREES!

Sitting in the driveway, was a rusted, red Chevy truck.

I looked at Charlie questioningly.

"I thought you might like your own car instead of having me drive you round everywhere."

OMG!

"So... You brought this... For me?" I said trying to fit all the pieces together.

He nodded. "Yep, I brought off a friend who lives up the road and didn't need it anymore."

Are you serious? I got my license the other week, and had started saving up for a car last year. But I was going to buy myself one with the small amount I had stashed away.

"Are you sure? I mean... I was going to buy one myself...:

He cut me off, "No. I wanted to do this for you. Try to make the move a little easier."

"Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you!" I ran up to him and gave him the biggest hug a could manage. "Thank-you so much Dad!" I wasn't allowed to call him Charlie to his face.

"Okay, okay. Let's get all your stuff inside. Hopefully the rest of your boxes will be here in a few days."

I nodded. We had brought a couple of suitcases with us with all the basic stuff I would need. The rest of my junk was being mailed over here in boxes and should arrive soon.

I made my way up the old, now brown porch steps slowly, trying really hard not to trip. The front door was already open from Charlie going in. I stepped inside and was over powered by the smell of dust leather and wood.

The stairs where directly opposite the door. The kitchen/dining room was down the hall to the left and the lounge was to the right. Upstairs there were two bedrooms and one bathroom.

I trudged carefully up the stairs with what little I could carry. Turned left at the top and entered the smaller of the two bedrooms. It may be the smaller room, but it was still a very good size.

The bed lay in the far right hand corner, purple bed spread and all. A table sat a little to the left of the bed, on it was a computer that could do with a serious update, but looked like it would still work. In the left hand corner was a bookshelf. This held a few books I always left here to read when I would stay. That would be filled easily with all my other books soon. Scattered across the pale yellow walls were paintings and drawings I had completed over the last 16 years.

And above my bed was one single picture of... him.

I dropped my suitcase on the bed, jumped up to it and teared it down, never wanting to see it again. I unzipped my suitcase quickly and tore every thing out looking for what was in the bottom. Clothes and books flew every where. After every thing was out, a photo album was starring back at me. I grabbed it, flicked it open and carefully placed it in the next available slot. Then quickly shut it and stored it away at the back of the closet, that was at the end of the bed.

A breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the bed.

I never look in my photo album, too many sad memories I just want to forget. I just keep it for comfort. I would never be able to part with it.

I looked out the window that was opposite my bed. I stood up wondering if my tree was still in the back garden.

Yes it was.

I could see my favorite old oak tree that I would spend all day climbing up, swinging on and reading under. I had a lot of wonderful memories that included that tree.

Ever since 'that big crime' three years ago, I had taken to reading a lot more, never making any new friends. I had the perfect old friends and there was no need to replace them.

I didn't even notice I was crying until I felt a tear drip off my chin.

I quickly wiped it off, not wanting any one to notice I had been crying.

I sighed.

I scanned my room, seeing clothes strewn every where and books laying face down, half open all over the floor.

I started to pick them up, when I heard Charlie calling from downstairs. "Dinner."

I peered at myself in the mirror on the closet door to make sure you could tell that I had been crying and rushed downstairs towards the wonderful smell of Hawaiian pizza.

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I opened my eyes slowly and glanced at the bright red alarm clock sitting on my bed side table.

6:57am

Couple of minutes and I would have to get up. So I just lay there thinking about my encounter, with some one I didn't expect, the other day.

Flashback

Today is Friday and all the rest of my boxes came yesterday evening. They were now piled up against the north wall of my room starring back at me.

Do I unpack them now or later?

Later, definatly.

Now... What to do?

I could go look around town, see is there are any good libraries or bookstores?

Good idea.

I got up from the old wooden chair at my desk, grabbed my shoes and cellphone and walked casually down the stairs.

Charlie left at some ungodly hour this morning leaving me to fend for my self which is okay because that's what I used to do back in Phoenix.

I snatched an apple out off the fridge, my new set of car keys off the dining room table and headed out to the rusted Chevy waiting for me in the driveway.

I hadn't had time to drive it yet because Charlie had been keeping me busy with telling me all about what was happening around town these days, which wasn't listening to at all .

I climbed into the cab and made my way into town, which wasn't hard to do since it was just off the highway, like everything else in this town was.

On travels, I pasted the local high school, Forks High School to be exact. I start there on Monday, Yippee-de-do-da-day. I probably wouldn't make any friends, which didn't bother me, didn't need any, didn't want any. It was around 11:30am so they were all in class. But just before I got past the the school, a shiny silver Volvo caught my eye. It stood out to much from all the other cars there. Some person there must have parents who have some money.

Oh, well no point in wondering. I'm on a mission.

When I reached town, there weren't many people around, just the odd walking here ans there.

Down the main road where most of the shops. I past a diner, a supermarket, electrical store, a few small clothes store. And right down the end was a bookstore. Yay, I'm saved!

I parked my truck outside and opened the door.

On first glance, it looks like any other bookstore, but peering inside I could see books upon books piled right up to the ceiling.

Opening the glass door, a small bell rang above me, signaling someone was entering the store.

A sales lady, about her sixties spied her head round the corner of one of the bookshelves. She had gray hair, crows feet around her eyes and had a pair of thin wire glasses perched on the end of her nose

"Hello, dear. Can I help you with anything?" She seemed kind.

"No thanks. I'm just going to have a look around" I replied, it was curtious. I didn't want to seem rude.

"Okay, call if you need any help."

"Thank you."

I made my way to the left of the store, starring up at all the book in front of me.

I must have been in there for ages.

I was brought out of my trance, by the bell above the door ringing again. Someone else was entering the store.

"Hello, can I help you with anything?" over heard the sales lady talking to the person who had just entered.

"Yes please. I'm looking for and Italian cookbook." I heard a woman reply.

"Right this way"

The two woman sounded as though were heading towards me. I looked up to see what row I was in.

I was in the cookbook row, of course they would be.

The sales lady entered the row first and smiled at me quickly.

I gave a small smile back and quickly turned my head back to the books. I didn't look up while the other two ladies talked about what they were looking for exactly.

The sales lady left, leaving just me and the mystery lady in the row.

I looked up and standing just down the row from me was a woman I used to know in my former life.

Esme Cullen.

She still looked as though she hadn't aged a day. Caramel brown hair that was in curls down her back, small but well proportioned body and light make-up to make her look she was sparkling with beauty.

What was she doing here?

Last I saw her was back in Chicago, three years ago, when I was 13. But back then I had red hair and blue eyes. Now I have plain brown eyes and plain brown hair. I made it this way so I wouldn't be reconsigned.

She looked up from her cookbook and glanced at me and looked away again. She had to do a double take.

She turned her head again looking at me fully now.

She had a strange expression on her face as though she was thinking extremely hard.

"I'm sorry but do I know you from some where?" she asked curiously.

"No, I don't think so." I wasn't allowed to let any one from my prior life know who I was now. That's why I moved away from Chicago after the accident.

"I'm quite sure I do know you from some where." she looked at me again trying to remember something.

"You might have seen photos from my dad? I'm Bella Swan" I was useless at lying so I tried to change the subject.

"Oh, your Charlie's daughter."

"Yeah, I just moved here a couple of days ago to live with him."

"That's wonderful! Are you going to go to school here? I have some children around your age who go to the local high school. You might see them around."

Well, I've already met them. They used to be my best friends, one practically my sister and one used to be the love of my life, (he still is, but no one needs to know that.)

"Yeah, I start at Forks High School on Monday. I'll make sure to look out for them."

"Fabulous, I'm sorry, but I must be going, I was wonderful to met you Bella."

She glanced at her watch and picked up her hand bag, starting to make her way to the front of the store and the cash register.

She turned back to me before she was about to turn the corner, "By the way I'm Esme, Esme Cullen."

I already knew that, but I must keep up my act

"It was a pleasure to met you Mrs. Cullen"

"Please dear, call me Esme."

"Okay then, Esme."

"Bye Bye Bella."

"Bye"

End of Flashback.

I started to worry.

I couldn't keep my act up in front of all of them. They were the ones who know me best.

What am I going to do?

My alarm clock went off, signaling it was 7am and time to get up.

This is going to be an interesting day...

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By the way this is all human (no vampires. SORRY. I know, I know throw rotten food at me I don't care. It's just that all human would be easier to write)

Till next time

XOXO Unikenzie