So, this idea came to me while I was trying (and failing) to sleep, but I think it turned out good. Before anyone gets confused, this is NOT an all-human fic. The Cullens are vampires, and Bella is human. It's just a different scenario.

Bella's POV:

I didn't really understand why she was making me do this, but she was my mother, and I had to respect her wishes. She was the adult, after all, and if she thought this was best, I had to trust her. Even if I had spent most of my life playing the parent role.

I sighed as I pulled up to Charlie's house. Forks, Washington; Ever heard of it? Yeah, I didn't think so. This was the town I had dreaded coming back to ever since my mom had told me to start packing.

It wasn't as if she had kicked me out, or anything. Renee just had a different way of looking at things, and, in this case, she was "worried" about me because I "didn't have enough friends." As if moving to a rainy town with a population of less than three thousand would fix that. Great idea, Mom.

I frowned when I realized that Charlie's cruiser wasn't in the driveway. Nor was it parked on the street –although why it would be, I had no idea.

So he wasn't home. Good thing I remembered where the spare key was hidden –under the eave in the doorway.

I hopped out of the car, grabbed the key, and let myself in. Nothing had changed. It had been four years since I was last here, and nothing was even remotely different.

I sighed and set my bag down in the entryway. I could not believe I was here, without warning Charlie, in a house I promised myself I would never reenter, because I did not have a wide enough social life. In a way, though, I didn't. Have a big social life, that is. Actually, now that I think about it, I didn't really have one at all. Sure, I had a few 'friends,' per say, that I spoke to when I missed notes or we were told to work with a partner. But I couldn't remember the last time I had had someone over, or I went to someone else's house, for that matter.

I walked back out to my truck –it had miraculously survived the long journey –to get the rest of my bags. I ended up making several trips back and forth, until I had everything. And then came the many treks up and down the stairs to get all of it into my old bedroom.

I carried the first load up the steps to the small hallway at the top and opened the door all the way on the right, hoping Charlie hadn't turned it into a gym or gunroom or something. I opened the door –which was a miracle considering my arms were loaded with heavy luggage –and it was exactly the same as I had last seen it, four years ago. What a shock.

The only thing that had changed since this room had been mine (ever since my parents had bought the house) was that the crib was replaced by a bed as I got older. That was the only change. The curtains were still yellow with lambs all over them, the rocking chair was still in the corner, and the walls had not been repainted, though they needed it badly. The light purple paint was literally peeling off the walls in some places. I would have to fix that.

I heard a car pull up and realized that I had left the front door open. That must be Charlie. Well this would be interesting.

I went down stairs, in no hurry to explain to my father what was going on, and waited at the door, still open –what would be the point in closing it now? I groaned as I looked outside. It was raining. As it always was in Forks.

Charlie got out of his cruiser and walked slowly towards the front door. He didn't even seem to notice that it was already open. Of course, he probably couldn't see through the downpour that just seemed to be picking up speed and gusto. Just my luck.

He finally saw me when he stepped onto the porch, and I smiled at him timidly. "Hi, Dad." Awkward.

His eyebrows pulled together. God, I had forgotten how much I looked like him.

"Bells? Is that you?" Who else would it be, Charlie? I'm standing right in front of you!

"Yeah, Dad, it's me." I answered, trying to hide my embarrassment. "Um, why don't you come inside?"

He followed mutely as I turned and walked back into the living room and sat down on the couch. It was stiff as if nobody had sat there for who knows how long. Probably nobody had. I could see that Charlie's recliner was really worn down.

He sat quietly in said recliner and looked at me expectantly. I sighed. This would be so much easier if I could just be social. Talk to people. Just another thing I had gotten from my father.

"Bella," he started, "Not that I'm not happy to see you . . . but, what are you doing here? I didn't know you were coming to visit."

I bit my lip. Did he want me to go home? That was fine by me, but I didn't think my decrepit truck would make another trip. Besides, Renee was not going to back down without a fight.

"Well Dad, I didn't come to just visit. I was actually thinking about living here. If that's okay with you?" I didn't know what else to say. I had missed my dad, but Charlie wasn't the chit chat type guy. That's probably why we got along so well. I just couldn't stand this town.

Charlie stood up, and I followed suit. "Bells, of course that's okay with me. I left your room alone. It's move-in-ready whenever you are." And then Charlie did the unexpected and hugged me. It was an awkward hug, because neither one of us was really touchy-feely, but it was heartfelt nonetheless. He was glad I had come.

"Well, actually, Dad, I already have my bags in the house. I just need to finish bringing them up. I've already started." I said. He grinned at me.

"I've always liked that about you, Bella. You just get things done, no questions or complaints. You are an island unto yourself." And that was that.

We each grabbed a few small suitcases and trudged up the steps. We were done in one trip. That was way easier than it would have been if I had had to do it by myself.

Charlie went back down stairs after a second of silence. I heard the TV click on a minute later. That was one good thing about Charlie. He didn't hover. I was left alone with my thoughts, for which I was grateful. I sighed heavily and plopped down on the edge of my bed. I fell backwards, so that my I was lying on my back, and, about two minutes later, I was asleep.

I woke up to the sound of rain pounding on my window. It hadn't stopped. Grr.

I sighed as I pushed myself out of bed and into the bathroom, where I showered and dressed. I was not looking forward to today, but it was unavoidable. Unfortunately.

I walked down stairs slowly, trying to delay what I had ahead of me. Charlie wasn't around when I got downstairs, so I guessed he was already at work.

Charlie was the Chief of the few policemen of Forks. He had a big job, but it was usual uneventful, considering the size of the town. My father knew everyone in Forks. Come to think of it, everyone knew everyone in Forks. There were no strangers. The town was too small for that.

Maybe my mom had been right. Maybe it was impossible not to have a circle of friends in a town this small. But, then again, this was me we were talking about. I just couldn't make friends.

I sat at the table, after having gotten myself a bowl of cereal, and started to eat. I ate one Cheerio at a time, as slowly as possible.

I groaned just at the thought of today. I had to go to school. Forks High School was about six percent of my old school, population-wise. This was going to be interesting.

I got up, rinsed my bowl in the sink, and walked out to my truck. The school was only a few miles from Charlie's house, but, because of the state of my truck, it took me half an hour to get there. On the highway.

I pulled into the parking lot and found the closest spot to the main office building I could. I wanted this as quick and painless as possible. But of course, because this was me, my wishes were not heard. In fact, on my way into the building –all ten feet –I got stares from more than one person. Just great.

I walked quickly into the office and practically ran up to the desk. A lady with curly, red hair, who was trying to look younger than she actually was, greeted me.

"You must be Bella Swan," she said, smiling kindly at me. "This is your schedule and a map so you can get where you're going. And you need to get this one signed by each of your teachers. You can bring it back at the end of the day." Her smile was a little bit too bright as she handed me the three papers.

"Thank you," I said quietly, walking back out the way I had come. This was going to be along day.

I studied the map a little as I walked out, before the first bell rang, so I wouldn't be walking around with my nose in a piece of paper all day. That would've been a great way to make friends!

As soon as I thought I had it pretty much down, I looked up, only to see a boy staring at me. I say 'boy' because he had baby blue eyes, spiky, child-like, blonde hair, and he still had yet to lose all of his baby fat in the cheeks. He was smiling brightly at me.

"Hi! I'm Mike. You must be Isabella Swan. Do you need help finding any of your classes? Because I'd be glad to help." I didn't doubt that for a second.

"Um, Bella. Call me Bella. And no, I think I got. Thank you, though." I started to walk away, but he followed me and tried to strike up a conversation.

"So Bella, how do you like here? I mean, I know you've been here before, but that was a long time ago, wasn't it? Has your opinion changed at all?"

"Nope. Not at all, Mike. It hasn't changed a bit. Thanking you for asking, though." I tried to sound cheerful towards the end, but I think I failed.

"Oh," he said. "Well, where are you going next? Maybe we have a couple classes together." He sounded hopeful, and I suddenly found myself wishing he did not have history with Mr. Boone next.

"World Cultures with Mr. Boone," I replied. "Room 307." I added, looking at my schedule.

Mike's face fell a little, but he quickly recovered. "I have Trig next, but it's in the same direction. I'll walk you there."

And so I speed-walked all the way the room 307, with Mike trailing behind, trying futiley to keep up. He was like a lost puppy, but there was nothing I could do to shake him off my leg. I gave a halfhearted wave as I reached Mr. Boone's room, and practically ran inside.

Class had already started. So, there I stood, the new girl, interrupting a lecture in my first class of my first day of school. This was going to be a long day.

I mumbled a quick apology, walking up to the teacher and handing him my slip.

"Isabella Swan, eh?" he muttered. "Find an open seat. And don't be late again."

I sat down quickly, trying to ignore all the stares I got. I didn't say anything, and vowed that I would never be late for that class ever again. Nor would I speak up, or volunteer in any way. I slouched in my seat and hid behind a curtain of hair for the next hour.

The rest of the day was the same. Up until Trig, that is. I had Trigonometry right before lunch, and I could not believe that the day was moving so slowly by the time I had showed Mr. Hawk my slip and sat down. He hadn't made a fuss, smiling welcoming and directing me to an open seat in the back of the room. I could already tell I was going to like him.

I sat down and got comfortable. I had been in AP Calculus back in Phoenix. This class was going to bore me to tears, but I would be the smart one in the class, and I could catch up on my reading. Besides, the teacher was nice.

I leaned back, glancing around, and saw a crumpled up piece of paper in the book rack on the side of my desk. I couldn't really have cared less about it, but maybe reading about someone else's problems would make mine seem less . . . bad.

I took out the note and unfolded it silently. Mr. Hawk took no notice. I began to read it.

Alice, I just don't get what the big deal is. Everyone is so worked up about the new addition to the small student body here. There is nothing exciting about that. She's not even here yet.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

I guessed that Alice, whoever she was, had had her own piece of paper because her response was not written. I kept reading.

Alice, god, they're even worse today. There is not one mind in this godforsaken place that is not totally focused on the Swan girl. It's like they think she's famous.

I don't know. I don't think she knows about us yet. She will at lunch today, though. That should be interesting. I know Emmett can't wait to hear the story these children come up with. It will be the highlight of his day.

That was the end of the note. There was nothing more. It was kind of disturbing, the way it was written. You could practically hear the sarcasm in this person's mind as they wrote this. And what did they mean about not knowing about 'us' yet? Who was 'us'? Did it really matter?

I don't know what possessed me to do so, but I picked up my pencil, math forgotten, and started to write. This person obviously didn't know who they were dealing with.

Thanks for reading! Tell me what you think. I have a feeling that this story will be quickly updated, but only if I get enough reviews (hint hint). I really would like to know if it's worth continuing, though! I think, somewhere in the near future, I will switch up the POVs, too. Thanks for reading!