I live in Forks Washington, I have since I was little. My mother died in a mysterious accident when I was only four, which left my father as the one to take care of me. I've done some bad things in my life, and I've made friends with the wrong people. My father, Charlie, is the chief of police here in Forks; he's tried numerous times to set me along a better path, only to fail every time.

As far as I'm concerned, once I finish my time at Forks High I'm leaving and never looking back. Sometimes I would think about what my life would be like if I had stayed on the straight and narrow, instead of straying from the perfect path my father had made for me. Sometimes, I think about how my life would be different if my mother were still alive, maybe that would make the difference.

"Isabella Swan!" my father yelled up the stairs. His voice filtered into my room and I could tell he was angry. He only called my Isabella when I did something wrong. The thing was, I had no idea what it was that I had done, or maybe it was something I was supposed to do, but hadn't.

I stayed on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I was still in pajamas though it was already past noon. I had done nothing all day, I had planned to go shopping for school supplies, was that what my dad my so pissed about?

"Isabella!" my father yelled up the stairs again, this time more loudly. I tried to filter out his voice and his footsteps. I knew he was coming now; he was getting closer and closer to my door. "Are you ready yet?" he was angry, his face was completely red.

"No," I replied. "Obviously," I added, but after I thought about it I wished I could take it back.

"Well why not? I told you last night, the new neighbors are moving in today we have to go greet them." Damn it was funny when he was mad. "Get off your butt, and get dressed, then come downstairs so we can go and look like a happy family."

"Why pretend? Why not just let them see how truly hateful we are towards each other?"

My dad sighed, he obviously didn't have an answer for this, and if he did he knew it was a bad one. "Just be downstairs in five minutes okay?" he was faking kindness. I knew how mad he was, though he rarely ever let his anger show.

Charlie left the room, closing the door behind him. I stayed in my position, estimating how long he would wait for me before leaving all by himself. Fifteen minutes at most, I decided and so I sat up and walked over to my closet. I walked slowly and carefully to ensure that the floor wouldn't creek and give away that I was moving. I threw on an old black sweater and a pair of dark blue jeans. I slipped on my flip-flops and then collapsed back onto my bed.

"Bella, I'm leaving now!" What was he expecting? For me to run down the stairs like a little kid on Christmas morning? Or to beg him to wait for me? I had outgrown that stage long ago. As soon as I was sure Charlie was gone, I ran down the stairs. Out the door I could see him in the driveway climbing into his cop car.

I watched and waited until Charlie had pulled out of the driveway and turned the corner at the end of the street, and then I snuck out to my truck and pulled out of the driveway. My truck roared when I drove it, it was a calming sound to me, though to most it was extremely obnoxious.

My first stop was Jacob's house. Jake and I had been best friends for as long as I could remember. We had grown up together, both getting into trouble and having fun, always together. I wasn't really sure about where I was going to go, but as long as I was with Jacob, it wouldn't really matter.

"Hey Bells," Jacob smiled as he climbed into my truck. We never planned anything we did; it was always on a whim, always spontaneous. "So where we headed?" he asked sticking his arm out the open window and leaning his head back. Jake was younger then me, but he acted like he was much older then me, he looked it too.

"Not sure," I replied. "Wherever the road takes us I guess."

"Ah, that's the best way to live life isn't it? Without a plan or a care." He laughed and stuck his head out the window to yell at a group of girls on the sidewalk. I laughed at him.

"Wanna see a movie?" I asked.

"Nah, hey didn't you get some new neighbors?"

"Yeah, thankfully I bailed out of the whole meet and greet shit today. Those people sound like freaks, and that's just the adults. For one thing they have like five kids? That's complete bull." I looked over at Jake who was listening to my every word. He always did, and sometimes I wondered why.

"At least you won't have to deal with them, they can't be that old right?" I nodded. Though the prospect of having such a big family living in a town like Forks was baffling.

It always rained in Forks, or snowed, there is almost always some type of precipitation falling from the sky. Right mow it was raining, though not very hard. We had made it to the center of town, if you could call it that.

"We could drive down to La Push?" Jake offered.

"We could go anywhere, but there really isn't anywhere I want to go," I admitted.

"Thanks for wasting my time then," Jacob joked as he ruffled my hair.

"Sorry," I sighed. "But I couldn't stay home; it's just so… empty." I did an illegal U-Turn on a side street and began to drive in the opposite direction we had just been going. "I can't believe school starts tomorrow," I confessed.

"You'll be fine Bella," Jacob wrapped his arm around my shoulders and gave me a squeeze. I didn't have any friends at school, mostly because I didn't fit in with everyone else. I had a few acquaintances that I sat with at lunch and spoke to occasionally, but the only true friend I had was Jacob.

After dropping Jacob off I went to the store, I had to get school supplies, but the real reason I went was to avoid Charlie. I picked up a few things, paper, notebooks etcetera, before departing for home. It was a short ride, too short, and when I opened the front door I was ready to take in the full blast of my father's anger.

"Isabella is that you?" he called from the living room.

"Who else would it be?" I replied. Charlie came storming into the hall, his face bright red and his eyes tired and droopy.

"I would like to first off, thank you so much for abandoning me today when you knew we were suppose to go over to greet the neighbors," he sucked in a deep breath. "Second of all, you leave the house without so much as a note or a call; I was worried sick about you!"

"Sorry," I replied and then I shuffled past him and up the stairs.

"Isabella I'm not done with you!" he snapped.

"I'm done with you!" I cried and I ran up the steps.

Just when I reached the top he shouted two words that he had never said to me before, "You're grounded!" I stopped in my tracks but could not make myself face him. Instead I tossed over my shoulder the notebooks and paper and all the other things I had purchased. I sprinted down the hallway and slammed my door, praying that something had hit him.

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