Hey guys! This is a fan fiction that myself and a friend of mine Tori decided to do. This is a Carlisle and Bella story. We hope u like it so please read and review but if u are going to leave a mean review please don't. If don't like it just say so but be nice about it please. If u have any ideas about what could make it better please tell us and we will take it into consideration. Thanks Jessee(Vadergirl2006) and Tori(InceptionJunkie123).

Disclaimer: None of this is ours it all belongs to Stephanie Meyer. Anything u recognize is hers.

Prologue

I never wanted to go to Forks. I never wanted to leave sunny Phoenix or my erratic mother. But because I loved my mother I exiled myself to the rainy town of Forks. If I had never left for Forks I wouldn't be afraid for my life, then again I also wouldn't have met the love of my life.

Chapter 1

While my mom drove me toward the airport I started my obsessive worrying….again. How could I leave my mother who was so forgetful she would lose her head if it wasn't screwed on. Then I remembered again why I could. Phil. Phil was my mom's new husband. He was young, but that was ok and since he was with mom at least the bills would be paid and there would be food in the refrigerator. Phil was also the reason I had to leave. Its not that I didn't like Phil, because I did he was good for my mom. But, Phil was a minor league baseball player and he had to travel a lot. My mom stayed with me at first, but I knew she was sad that she couldn't be with him and she missed him. So I decided to spend some time with Charlie, my dad.

I used to spend two weeks during the summer with Charlie. That stopped when I was fourteen and finally put my foot down. Charlie picked me up after the five hour flight from Phoenix to Port Angeles. The drive was awkward to say the least. Charlie and I were never good with our feelings. The one cool thing is that Charlie got me a truck. It was old, but sturdy which as Charlie said 'was good for me.' Once we got to the house Charlie left me alone to unpack, that was the good thing about Charlie he didn't hover.

I was glad for that I didn't want to have to smile and act happy when I wasn't. I was mostly unhappy about school tomorrow. All the kids at Forks High had been together since kindergarten and grown up together. And here I was the freak from Phoenix. Maybe if I looked like a girl from Phoenix things would be better. But that was so not going to happen. I should be tan, but I was ivory skinned. I should be sporty, but even though I was slender I had always been soft obviously not an athlete. My hand-eye coordination was basically non-existent. I guess I could be pretty if I had some color, but I had no color here. I was sure I would never fit in, no matter what. I was happy in Phoenix, but I had never found my niche and it was doubtful I would find it here. Maybe there was a glitch in my brain.

The night sucked. The constant whooshing of the rain and wind wouldn't fade into the background. Even after I pulled the covers over my head I couldn't fall asleep until after midnight. When I opened my eyes the next morning all I saw was fog. Breakfast was quite with Charlie, he wished me good luck at school. I thanked him knowing his luck was wasted, good luck seemed to avoid me. Charlie left before me to go to work at the police station. I didn't want to be to early to school, but I couldn't stay home anymore so I headed out into the rain.

To my relief the engine of my truck started quickly, but loudly and idled at top volume. So my trusty truck had a flaw, but at least the radio worked. When I pulled up to the school I went to the office. The secretary looked up and asked "can I help you?"

"I'm Isabella Swan," I told her and recognition lighted up in her eyes. I knew I would be a topic of gossip in a town this size. She went through my classes for me and gave me a map to help me find them. She like Charlie hoped I liked Forks, yeah not likely. When I went back out other students had started to show up. I pulled into a parking spot quickly so my thundering truck wouldn't draw attention to myself. I found my first class fairly easily. The classroom was small. I copied the other students hanging up my coat right next to the door. I saw that most of the kids were light skinned so I wouldn't be standing out that much, because of my skin. The teacher gave me a reading list as I went to go sit down I had already read every book on the reading list. This class was going to be boring.

I knew things were going to be different but no so different. In Phoenix not one guy paid attention to me. But here almost every guy watched me or maybe I was just paranoid. But by lunch time I did notice a few guys being brave enough to hang around and talk to me. One was a gangly boy with slick black hair named Eric. The other was a boy with a baby face and pale blond hair that was gelled into orderly spikes named Mike. Both of them walked me to each of my classes and when we got to lunch Eric sat to my right and Mike sat right in front of me. Their friends came and joined them and they were all a little wary of me, but they eventually got over that and tried to include me in their conversations. Mike and Eric tried especially hard. While I tried to keep up is when I saw them.

They were sitting at a table as far away from the other students that they could be. There were five of them and unlike most of the students they weren't gawking at me, so it was safe to stare. They didn't look anything alike. Of the three boys one was big with muscled like a serious weight lifter with black curly hair. Another was leaner, taller, but still muscular (not as much as the first boy) with honey blond hair. The last boy was lanky less bulky with untidy bronze-colored hair. He was more boyish then the other two who looked like they could be in college. The two girls were complete opposites. The taller one had a beautiful figure. The kind only supermodels had. The kind of figure that made every other girls feel inferior just by being in the same room with her. Her hair was golden falling in perfect waves down to the middle of her back. The shorter girl was pixie like. Very thin with small features. Her hair was a deep black and cropped short and spiky pointing in every direction.

Even though their hair and stature were different in other areas they were exactly alike. They were all chalky pale, the palest of all the students. Paler then even me, the albino. They all had dark eyes despite their different hair colors. They also had dark shadows under their eyes. Purplish, bruise like shadows, as though they were suffering from a sleepless night.

The reason I couldn't look away is that they were inhumanly beautiful. They were faces you would never expected to see except maybe on the face of an angel. As they all sat there I turned to my neighbor and asked "who are they?" The girl who I remembered was named Jessica looked up saw who I was taking about and giggled.

"That's Edward, Emmett, and Alice Cullen, And Jasper and Rosalie Hale. They all live with Dr. Cullen and his wife." They have strange and unpopular names I thought as I glanced at them again. I turned back to Jessica and said "they are….um….very nice looking."

"Yes!" Jessica said giggling again. "They're all together though Emmett and Rosalie, and Jasper and Alice I mean. and they live together." That was a much of a shock in Forks and it would have been in Phoenix.

"Which ones are the Cullen's?" I asked. "They don't look related…."

"Oh they're not, Dr. Cullen is really young, in his twenties or early thirties. They're all adopted. The Hales are brother and sister, twins the blondes and they're foster children."

"They look a little old for foster children."

"They are now, Jasper and Rosalie are both eighteen, but they've been with Mrs. Cullen since they were eight. She's their aunt or something. I don't think Mrs. Cullen can have any kids. And they just moved here two years ago from somewhere in Alaska."

I looked up and the boy with reddish brown hair, the youngest I guessed and he had a slightly frustrated expression on his face.

"Which one is the boy with the reddish brown hair?" I asked.

"That's Edward" Jessica answered again. "He's gorgeous, of course, but don't waste your time. He doesn't date. Apparently none of the girls here are good-looking enough for him" She said with the air of sour grapes and I wondered when he'd turned her down. After a few more minutes they all gracefully got up and walked away. As they walked away Edward looked at me with an expression of hatred and I wondered what had I done to make him look at me like that.

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