1Ok so this is my first Twilight fanfic, and I hope it's ok. Criticism is welcomed, but please be nice about it. I will try to update every week, but school and friends may make waits longer, so I can't make too many promises.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight...sadly

Summary: Bella grew up with a few very good friends. Shortly after Bella and Edward start talking to each other, her friends come up to visit her. How much of a difference can they make on her life?

Chapter 1:Holiday From Real

Bella's P.O.V.

Moving to Forks wasn't exactly what I had in mind when the summer started, but I just couldn't bring myself to stay with Mom and Phil. The happy couple was just too much for me and they deserved their chance to live without a teenager. My Mom, Renée, is one of my best friends. She isn't the most responsible person in the world, but she loves me and I love her. Which makes leaving her even harder, but it has to be done. I've always wanted to get a better relationship with my father, Charlie Swan.

My name is Isabella Swan, but I prefer to be called Bella. Currently I live in Phoenix, Arizona, but that will be changing in a few days. I, Isabella Swan, lover of the sun and the heat, will be moving to Forks. Forks, the single rainiest town in the Untied States of America. My mom got remarried so I'm letting her celebrate her marriage child free. I don't mind that much. It's not the first time I've moved. When I was 6 months old my mother took me and left Forks for good, she's never been back since. From Forks we lived in Rhode Island. Rhode Island was a nice mixture of Forks and Phoenix. It had warm, sunny summers and rainy, clouded falls. It was some of the best years of my life, and then suddenly my mom was sick of Rhode Island, in a few weeks we packed up and moved to Phoenix. I was 10 when we moved to Phoenix, and suddenly I was out of place. During those years I became invisible in school. My Mom became my best friend and I never felt like I quite fit in. Story of my life so far

"Bella! Dinner is ready. Come get it while it's hot," Mom's voice streamed through the house to penetrate the fortress of boxes in my room.

I maneuvered my way downstairs and grabbed a plate. I starred down at my plate trying to decipher what exactly I was going to be eating. I was sure that it was some spicy Spanish concoction. My Mom thought she was a chef, but in reality she just threw odd ingredients into a pot and served it.

I sat down at the table across from Mom and Phil, "It looks good Mom."

"Thanks. Now Bella are you sure about moving in with your father?" Mom asked me this question for the hundredth time in two weeks.

"Mom, for the last time. I want this. It's time I spend time with Charlie," No matter how many times I explained it to her she never understood it. I guess she couldn't deal with parting with her only daughter.

Dinner passed uneventfully after Mom realized that she couldn't talk me out of it. The next few days were spent packing and tying up all the odds and ends left in Phoenix. I woke up the morning I was going to leave with a dreadful feeling in my stomach. I had grown used to the sun and heat and I was sad to part with it. Somehow though I knew that Forks held adventure and change for me.

The car ride to the airport was full of my mom telling me that I could come home whenever I wanted to. Somehow I knew that traveling with my mom and Phil wouldn't ever be home for me though. After tearful goodbyes I made my way to the plane to await my new life in Forks. The plane ride went smoothly and we landed without any problems. I sat inside the airport listening to one of my favorite bands, The Goodbye Escape. Charlie was 15 minutes late, and he flew through the doors.

"BELLA! Bella! Where are you?!!" He screamed as though I was a lost child.

I blushed as everyone stared at him. He practically shoved an old lady out of the way to get to me. "Thank god your ok! I thought something had happened," he said as he hugged me close.

"Ch-Dad I'm fine. You were late so I listened to some music. What could have possibly happened to me?" I was a bright red. A screaming father in a airport was not how I expected to start my new life. The only thing I was thankful about was the fact that we weren't in Forks yet, their shouldn't be too many people they know us in Port Angeles.

Finally noticing everyone starring, Charlie let go and blushed red, "I-er-your mother called me." Oh No! Mom called...this can't be good... "She was in hysterics, something about a bad flight, and planes crashing. I wasn't too sure what she was saying, but I thought something had happened to you."

"Charlie-I mean Dad, I'm fine, the flight was fine, Mom is just paranoid," I tried to reassure him. He calmed down after that and helped me pick up my luggage. We made our way outside and I was horrified to see that we would be riding in the police cruiser. Great another perk of having the police chief as a father. Most of the ride was spent in silence, but just before we pulled into the driveway of the house Charlie slowed down. "Uh Bella, I hope you don't mind but I got you a welcoming gift."

I wasn't sure what to think. I was flattered by the gesture, but uncertain about how to thank him. Charlie wasn't the best shopper, and I could only imagine what he had bought me. "Oh uh...you didn't have to."

"Nonsense, you'll need it anyway," I knew this was Charlie's way of saying your welcome. We pulled into the driveway and I saw a beat up truck sitting there. Unexpectedly, I loved the truck.

"AHHHH! I love it! It's perfect!" I said, running toward the truck to inspect it. Charlie stood in the driveway blushing, he obviously hadn't expected me to like it.

"I bought it off my friend Billy, you remember him?" Charlie asked.

"Uh, oh yeah sure," I said, too distracted by the faded paint and rusted metal. His words hit me a few minutes later. "Wait, who are we talking about?" I turned around but Charlie was already dragging my luggage into the house. I ran to help him hoping that he hadn't noticed me talking to air before.

"Yeah Billy's in a wheelchair now so he doesn't need his truck anymore," Charlie went on not noticing that I hadn't been paying attention in the first place. "It runs great, you just got to watch your speed. No going over 60. Got it Bells?"

"Sure Dad," I remembered Billy now. He was one of Charlie's friends. I remember meeting him when I came up for the summer. His daughters and I use to hang out while I stayed here. Charlie always wanted me to be around someone while he and Billy fished and watch sports.

We finished move the small amount of luggage I had into my old bedroom. The only change from when it was my nursery was the fact that instead of a crib there was now a bed and a desk. Charlie left me to unpack while he headed down to the station. I never minded being alone so I wasn't upset he left. It didn't take time for me to finish unpacking. I was setting up my computer when Charlie came back.

"Bells! I got us a pizza," Charlie let me know as I came down the stairs. I took a slice and sat down at the table.

"I didn't know what kind you liked so I just got cheese," He said taking a bite if his own pizza. I thought it was sweet that he was trying so hard to make me comfortable.

"Thanks, cheese is just fine. I actually have a weird combo that I eat with pizza," I figured he would find out my weird eating habits eventually. I got up and ran back upstairs and pulled something out of my backpack. Running back downstairs I sat down and poured the contents of the plastic bag on my pizza.

"You can't be serious Bella. Please tell me your not going to eat that," Charlie said starring at me in amazement.

I blushed and took a bite out of my sour patch kids pizza. I began putting weird things on to my food years ago and Sour Patch Kids and pizza was always my favorite combos.

"You certainly have Renée's sense of cooking," Charlie said sad, yet amused. I felt bad for reminding Charlie of mom. He never had quite gotten over her.

The rest of dinner consisted of small talk. Eventually I made my way upstairs and turned on my very out of date computer. Waiting minutes for the modem to kick in, I checked my e-mail. It had been 7 hours and I already had 4 e-mails from Mom. I sighed and answered her e-mails, reassuring her that I was fine. I finished a few things up and went to bed, fearful of the day ahead of me.

Rain kept me up for most of the night, and morning hit too early. I was dreading school, I didn't exactly get along well with new people. I slowly got ready and groaned when I looked out the window. Of course it's raining. It's Forks. When isn't it raining? My mood was usually connected to the weather and I wasn't too happy when it rained. I wore a light blue tee shirt with little hearts all over it and faded blue jeans. I also wore my favorite pair of shoes, my beat up black converses. I ate slowly, not wanting to get to school.

Eventually the time came when I had to grab my backpack and hop in my truck. Charlie was already gone and therefore didn't hear the deafening sound of the truck as the engine revved up. I stilled loved the truck and was willing to overlook that one little flaw. I drove slowly, careful not to put too much pressure on my beat up truck. I pulled into the school's parking lot and was surprised to see that I was earlier then most students. I parked and quieted my monster of a truck. I took one deep breathe and stepped out of my truck. And I promptly tripped and met the pavement face first.

"Owwww...," I groaned and I picked myself. I checked myself over and was happy to see that I hadn't broken any skin so at least I wouldn't have to worry about bleeding. I was still red when I walked into the front office. The lady behind the desk explained everything to me as though I was special. Once she was done treating me like I was five, she handed me a slip to have signed by the teachers and let me go. Classes went ok for the most part. Of course I tripped and blushed, but I considered that a fairly decent day. I met a whole bunch of new people.

Jessica- she was nice enough, but she seemed like a real girly girl and liked to gossip.

Lauren- I don't like her. Too stuck up.

Mike Newton- Nice enough. Invaded my personal bubble, but he seems sweet.

Eric- A bit eager, but again nice enough.

Tyler- don't really know him much.

Angela- really nice, I think I could be good friends with her.

They were the main people I meet. Each one of them, besides Lauren, tried to make me feel comfortable and helped me find my classes. We were walking into lunch when I suddenly felt anxious. We sat down at a table in the middle of the room. I listening as everyone chatted excitedly about their day and I scanned the room. In the back of the room was a table of people. They didn't eat and they weren't talking to each other, but that's not what made me stare. Everyone of them was beyond beautiful. They looked like they could have been models or movie stars. That's when I noticed that each one of them had unnaturally dark eyes and pale skin.

I gasped and whispered, "Vampires."

Oh, bet your wondering how she knows. Hehe that's my secret. Hoped you enjoyed the first chapter. It's shorter then I had hoped for. Don't worry the next chapter will be much longer. Hopefully it'll be up before Thanksgiving. Be nice, REVIEW