Summary: Bella Swan Moves to Forks to live with her dad, meets handsome boy, falls in love, and lives happily ever after, or not….AH

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight, I own some kids who think they are vampires!

"Bella!" she called, "were going to be late. Get down here now!" My mom was upset that once again I was going to make her late.

This time to the airport so I could go live with my dad. "Coming mom," I yelled. My mom, Renee, had just remarried so I was headed to Forks, WA to live with my dad, while she started a new life with her new husband.

I was going to miss Phoenix and all the good friends I had made while living here. I never liked Forks much; it rained too much for my taste. It was March and I was in my junior year of high school.

I would have to finish at the school in Forks. We finally made it to the airport with 30 minutes to spare before my flight. I tell my mom goodbye and head off to security and then to the gate to board the plane. The flight was quick so that was good.

It was raining when I got off the plane in Seattle. My dad was waiting for me and we had a 4 hour drive to Forks. We had a lot to talk about as it had been two years since I had last seen him.

I only had 2 bags and they fit in the back of the car with no issues. I did not have many clothes suitable for the rainy Washington weather. The drive was pleasant and we made good time.

When we arrived at my dad, Charlie's house, I made my way to the room that had been mine since I was a baby. It still looked the same, but now there was a full size bed and a desk with a laptop.

I quickly unpacked my scant winter attire and made my way to the kitchen only to find no food. "Dad, how is a girl supposed to eat when there is no food in the house?" I complained.

Charlie quickly handed me some cash and the keys to his old rusty ford truck, "Here Bella, go to the store and get some. I had no idea what a teenage girl likes to eat." I thought that was a bit odd, not having food in the house, but then again my dad had been a bachelor for the last 15 years, maybe he did not eat at home often.

Three days later was Monday and my first day at a new school. I admit I was a bit scared. The entire student body was less than last year's graduating class in Phoenix.

I quickly made my way to the office and got my schedule from the secretary. She seemed nice. The placard read, Mrs. Cope. I studied the map of the school she had given me and then shoved it in my bag and made my way to homeroom.

Once there I gave the teacher, Mr. Brandon, my slip and sat at the only available seat. It seemed every eye in the classroom turned on me, the new girl. I had hoped I was imaging things; I was far too shy to accept all this attention.

Mr. Brandon prattled on about something I did not mange to catch; I had hoped it wasn't too important. Finally the bell rang signaling the end of homeroom. A pretty girl met me at the door and introduced herself as Alice.

She was about my height and had silky, short black hair; she was also dressed like she should be on a runway not in a high school. We walked to first period together, English, and she told me a bit about the school.

A/N: This is my first twilight story. Please R&R!