My anger consumed me as I walked from ex-work to home. I was fired to day, and the only reason they could give me was "I'm sorry we are moving in a different direction." The words sounded weak even to me. I felt a tier streak down my face and it simmered on the hot afternoon cement. This would be the last job I could hold. I just turned seventeen, which meant my father would be back to collect me any time soon. And when that happened goodby Bella Swan.

I would like to say I am a normal girl, with long brown hair and blue eyes, growing up with a hair brain mother, in the suburbs of Phoenix, Arizona. But I'm not, normal anyway. My dad Charlie is the King, as cliché as that sounds, of Forks. There is actually, a county named Forks. My mother Renee divorced Charlie when I was young, about two or so, and took me away to have a "normal" childhood. So I only ever got to see my dad during the holidays when he would come and visit us or on a web cam we just recently set up. Now don't get me wrong I love Charlie, a lot, and I would love to spend more time with him, I just hate the fact that him being my dad makes me "Princess of Forks." (God that sound awful even in my head.)

I turned onto my street and noticed something peculiar. Their were two unmarked police cars at either end of my street, with two figures inside each and a black limo in front of my house. As I walked up my steps I felt several pairs of eyes on me, watching. It was quite unnerving. Though I though of my father I quickly dismissed it. Father never came with an escort, he always drove himself and was never conspicuous. This was very Noticeable.

As I walked in side I was bombarded with the discernible sent of Mom's cooking. Burnt food. I ran to the kitchen to see if perhaps I could salvage what ever she was attempting to make. In the kitchen I found life to be a whole lot worse. Mom sat on the counter crying in Phill's arms blabbering something about cookies. (Phill's my step-dad, and a good guy.) Charlie was also their, spraying down a pan that stemmed when the water touched it but would not release the charcoal chunks adhered to it.

I cleared my throat. "Hay, I'm home" Renee jumped up and quickly found her way in front of me pulling me into a tight hug.

"Oh sweat hart how was work?"

"Great mom just great, oh and I got fired today. That should be a nice change." I said my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"It's wonderful that you taking the news so well. Now you can find a new job that you'll like even more." she said cheerfully. Sometimes I wonder if she's totally oblivious.

"Hay Phill" I greeted

"Hello Bella. I'm sorry about your job"

"Ah, what ever. Water under the bridge I suppose" I shrugged before tuning to Charlie. Time to get this over with. "What brings you here Dad."

"I had a conference here in Phoenix and thought I'd stop by. I hope that's okay" Oh that would explain the limo and police. Charlie always complained about the heavy security when ever he when to a different country for "Business."

"Yeah dad it's more than okay. Are you staying for dinner? Maybe we can go out for a walk after words, or watch a game."

He looked down not meeting my gaze. "No. I wont be staying for dinner. I'm afraid I have other obligations else were."

"Oh well that's okay how long are you in phoenix?"

"Four more days." he still wouldn't look me in the eye.

"that's okay maybe..."

"I think you should tell her why your really here Charlie." my mom snapped. That was not a good sign.

He sighed "I came to tell you that when I leave in four days you'll be leaving with me. You'll becoming back home, to Forks." he looked me in the eye then and I realized there was no more time. Bella Swan was about to die in four days and would be replaced by Princess Isabella. I ran. I ran up stairs into my room where I locked the door, I knew the effort would be futile, but is was the only escape I had. And then on my bed, I cried. Today had to be the worst day ever.