O.k. everyone I started this new story I hope you like it. I might do the whole 'I will only post the next chapter if I have a certain number of reviews' thing but not for the first chapter. Anyways, enjoy. Oh ya and it gets better around chapter 3.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own any of the amazing Twilight characters, Stephenie Meyer does.

A New Beginning

Chapter 1

BPOV

I remember it like it was yesterday. Swinging back and forth, me and my sister both laughing as we went higher and higher, our mother taking pictures of us. When we were kids we would play with each other everyday. As we got older we would talk to each other endlessly. My sister, Meghan, was my best friend we did everything together and our mom was always there for us too. I had a perfect life; little did I know this wouldn't last.

It all ended three weeks before school started. Me, my mom and my Meghan were coming home from the mall. I didn't exactly enjoy shopping myself but Meghan did so I didn't complain. It was late, we got carried away, and we were just about to turn onto our street when we saw the flash of headlights speeding down the road. We didn't have a second. It hit our car full on and my mom and sister were gone. Just like that. Going from talking about our fun day one minute, to my life ending the next.

Of course I wasn't completely unscathed. I broke my arms and leg and was covered in bruises from head to toe. I was in shock. I had noticed vaguely that people's voices were suddenly there but I didn't care, nothing mattered anymore.

I was placed in a hospital for about a week then I was sent home to retrieve my things before they sent me somewhere else. It was very difficult walking into that house. The house where I spent my whole life with the people I loved more than anything in the world. I tried not to dwell but I couldn't contain the tears that wanted to erupt.

I sat in my mother's favorite rocking chair for three hours just crying. I got up and packed my things grabbing some of Meghan's and mom's too, the things I couldn't live without.

I looked around the house one last time before going into the backyard. I slowly approached the tire swing on our huge tree, remembering all of the fun times we had here.

My mom's table was at the side with a book still open on it, the pages turning with the wind. Walking over I picked it up "Sense and Sensibility" I sighed, it was both of ours favorite book.

I decided that since this was the last time I would be here I should take one last swing, even though I was a little old. I rose higher and higher the wind whipping through my long dark hair, the setting sun getting in my chocolate eyes. Nothing would ever replace the memories I had here. I knew that so I decided that there was no point. I would never feel true joy again so why even try?

I was taken back to the office where they would tell me where to go though I already know of course. My father Charlie and my mom Renee divorced shortly after I was born. I had visited him a few times but whenever I did he completely ignored us, all he tried to do was get my mom to take him back.

Of course she wasn't stupid enough to fall for that. I f he couldn't accept her children then he couldn't accept her, she used to tell us. So you see I'm not exactly keen on the idea of living with my father and I doubt he is either. The rules will most likely be, don't talk or look at each other, pretty much make absolutely NO contact. Some father.

It isn't even like he had a reason to hate me; I really never talked to him or did anything to offend him in any way. I guess some people just don't like you, what a bad excuse.

Now here I am flying from my beautiful, sunny home in Phoenix to the disgusting, rainy forests of Forks. I couldn't deny that Forks was beautiful in it's own way, with the green leaves and trees as far as the eye can see , well if you like that kind of beauty. Too bad I didn't.

The sun was perfect for me. There was nothing for me to slip over and I could see at all

times. Two very important things any klutz would agree. Forks was literally my living

hell and here I was going to greet it. The plane had just landed and I unbuckled my seat

belt and made my way over to were I would get my belongings.

I didn't expect Charlie to be waiting for me so I wasn't surprised when I found myself in

a cab riding out of Port Angeles. It was only an hour ride so I decided to look at some of

the scenery. It was raining, of course, so I couldn't see much but everything was really

green. I pulled into my driveway and knocked on the door. A chubby man with short

brown hair. He opened it, stared for a moment and then went back to watch TV.

I let myself in and walked upstairs to the room I had slept in in the few times I had been

here. It looked the same as always except for the dust that covered every inch of the

room. It was clear Charlie hadn't been in here at all. I threw my duffle onto the bed and a

puff of smoke billowed from it. I lay down, exhausted, from the plane ride. I cried myself

sleep knowing I was beginning a whole different life, for better or for worse.

I know this chapter is a bit boring but don't worry it'll get better. It's just the beginning

after all. I hope you continue to read it. It would make me verrrryyy happy.

xoxo

eternaledward