Dear Diary…that is how you're supposed to start one of these right? Well I wouldn't know because this is the first diary I've ever written. The thing is just, lately the most incredible and mind-blowing things have been happening to me, and I just need to tell someone, and I'm not really supposed to tell anyone, but telling you would be okay, right? I'm not sure how these things work, I just always thought that what you tell your diary, can still be considered a secret.

So, to start from the beginning; Dear diary, you are never going to believe what happened to me, I'm not even sure if I believe it myself. Sometimes I wake up at night, and wonder if all this really did happen, or if I'm just dreaming, I have to stop myself from pinching my arm, and tell myself over and over again that it is real somehow.

Not that my secret is nothing, because it is definitely something, and to me it's everything.

So I better start telling you my story, just do me one favor before you start…keep an open mind.

It all started on a Tuesday morning, I was just walking inside the airplane when I started wondering if I was making the right decision. It had only been a few days since I had chosen to leave Jacksonville for Forks, and as I found my seat, I couldn't help getting cold feet. Maybe it was just last minute nerves, maybe I was overanalyzing the situation as I always seemed to be with everything, or maybe I was right.

No matter what it was, I couldn't help doubting my decision in that very moment.

I had had a good life in Jacksonville, I had great friends, our house was just next to the beach and I was able to spend loads of time with my mom and Phil. Still there was always a part of me wondering how Bella and my dad were doing, always a part of me feeling guilty about not being with them too.

So it had come as a surprise to everyone, even myself, when I had chosen to move back to Forks and my dad. When people asked me why I was moving, I told them it was because I missed my sister, Bella, and wanted to convince her to come back with me. It wasn't a lie really, it just wasn't the whole truth, I had always just had this unexplainable feeling; like something was pulling me towards Forks, something different and probably far from rational.

I never told anyone about my gut feeling, not even my best friend Kayla, whom I usually told everything.

Kayla.

Another wave of guilt went through my body, as I thought of my best friend. She had been heartbroken when I told her I was leaving, she had been yelling at me and saying that she'd never forgive and asking how I could do that to her. It had been pretty ugly. She had gotten us both thrown out of P.E. and sent to the principal's office for "disturbing class".

I had talked to Kayla last night, and she had calmed down and tried to be understanding, which I really appreciated. But my biggest issue with her yelling at me had really been my own answers. How could I just leave like this? How would this affect my life?

Those questions are exactly why I had to wonder, was I in the making of a huge mistake? I was leaving a lot behind in Jacksonville, both good and bad.

A voice in my head also said I was running away, from my past, which had been haunted lately by my recently dead boyfriend, Jason. But I usually just tuned out that voice; I didn't want to hear that, I didn't want to have to deal with those horrible emotions, not now, not ever.

I looked out the window and into the deep green forest surrounding my house, and sighed. I am a girl on a mission; the thing is just that I'm pretty sure it's going to be unsuccessful.

You see my sun-loving sister have chosen to live with our dad in Forks, Washington, instead of moving to Jacksonville, Florida with our mom.

Her decision had surprised me in every possible way because well, my sister loves everything warm, dry and sunny. She hates the rain more than anything, and she never really had a good relationship with our dad.

It was only recently, that I had found out the reason for all this craziness, a boy. With her being a teenage girl, you'd think I'd seen it coming, but Bella had never really acted like a teenage girl. After the divorce, my mom had taken me and Bella off to Phoenix, Arizona. Mom had worked two jobs, to be able to pay rent, being a newly single mother and all so Bella had pretty much raised me.

That had kind of made her into this incredibly over-protective sister, and I had always felt the need to be the rebel. At least one of us had to act young, and I know just how stupid and immature that may sound, but when Bella was 13 she was already acting 30, and that freaked me out so much, it felt as if I had no choice but to be the irresponsible one.

I know I had hurt Bella, when I had chosen to stay with mom instead of her. She and I used to be very close, but in the last year we had grown apart, without actually wanting to.

Bella was never really one to hold a grudge against someone, but it seemed she changed when it came to me.

So to get back to my mission, I want Bella to come back to Florida with me. Sure that boy who keeps her here is just a crush, soon they'll break up and she'll be running to me, she always does. Or used to anyways.

"It's not that different from last time you were here, is it?" Bella asked, standing awkwardly in the doorway. I turned slowly, and looked at my chipped nail polish as I answered.

"Not at all, it's as if I left yesterday" I said, and finally looked up, only to see Bella didn't look at me either.

Usually I was very chatty; it would sometimes be hard to shut me up once I got going. Bella was the exact opposite. I knew she hated small-talks like these, and I saw it as a sign that she was willing to forgive me, when she had started one.

"Alyssa, I know why you're here, and I'm not leaving Forks" she said finally looking at me.

"Bella, listen. You being here is foolish, you hate this town and the rain!" I argued, maybe she could act for mom and dad, but I knew her better.

"It doesn't really bother me that much anymore" she lied, and the look on her face told me, she knew that I saw right through her.

"Bella-"

"No, Lyss, you can say what you want. I'm not going" she said, and I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not giving up this easily" I said, crossing my arms, and leaning against the window sill.

"I wasn't expecting you to" she said simply.

"Fine" I said, and looked away again.

"Fine" she said, and slammed the door as she walked out.

Right Bella, I thought to myself, Game on.