No matter what anyone thinks, I missed Forks. Even though the weather was almost always depressing all year round it beats the heck out of Arizona. Heck I hated Arizona it was so hot there during the summer! I remember how sad I was when my mom separated me from Charlie and the guys down at La Push when I was four not caring if I wanted to go or not. She said they were bad examples of how to be raised and took me to meet my other "proper" family members in the other states that would teach me the "proper" ways to live and behave. Well mostly all but a few of them turned out to be snobs, and finally after about twelve years I caused enough trouble to be labeled as a lost cause to them and my mother. I mean sure they were nice to me an I love them and all but high class wasn't really my style with all those manners and galas. My mother though was the only who I didn't care to disappoint or not because when she got remarried although I was happy for her and Phil she stopped being my mother. She stopped watching over me, stopped caring. Heck she even ignored me on some occasions, but I never figured out why. "It was probably my fault." and "She doesn't love me anymore." were the two most common thoughts in my head and it really hurt but what hurt more was that she let me come to Forks without resistance, without a goodbye. So here I am back in good old Forks where I plan to live out the rest of my days completely detached from that side of my family.
The plane finally landed, I looked out the window into the vast forested areas and gray clouds that blocked the sun from shining. Getting up from my seat I straightened out my black long sleeve and blue jeans. Stretching I took out my earphones putting them in my pocket with my now turned off ipod. Getting off the plane with the small amount of luggage that I brought I headed for the lobby. The lobby wasn't that crowded but I felt like something was missing, something important. "Hey Bells over here!" I heard someone yell snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked over my shoulder and saw my old man with a man in a wheelchair and a teenage boy. The black haired teen ran over and hugged me. "It's great that you're back Bella! Now we can have fun just like the old days." he said enthusiastically. Those eyes look familiar…then it came to me, this person was little Jake! Jacob Black, my "little brother" from La Push all grown up. "Jake! I didn't recognize you for a second there. You used to be so small." I laughed hugging him back. He chuckled as he reached down for my bags. "Come on the others are dying to see you again." Jake urged tugging on my sleeve with his free hand. I nodded and walked to my father. "Hey Charlie!" I said giving him a bear hug. "Nice to have ya back Bells." he said ruffling up my hair. "Uncle Billy." I greeted with respect holding out my hand. He smiled and gripped it tight. "Good to have you back little pup." he said softly. I smiled back with a feral grin. Oh that's right I forgot to mention! My name is Isabella Gray Swan, but you can just call be Bella and my secret that I was born with is that I'm a werewolf.
A/N: Sorry if it's not that great. It's my first attempt in a while and my first Twilight fic.