Hey everyone! So, this is my first ever fic! I'm really nervous to hear what you all think. I have more to post, but figured I would start slow just in case people thought I should do something differently. Please feel free to review and let me know what you think!

Oh! And I own nothing but the plot! All characters belong to Stephanie Meyer.

Ava

I thought the saying went "Love is Forever," not "Love will Eventually Die!" I'm starting to think I have been lied to.

Hi. My name is Bella Swan, and right about now, I am pretty sure that I am the angriest teenager alive! Is that too over the top? Probably. That's supposedly how every teenager alive feels right about now. But then again, every teenager alive didn't just find out that their parents are getting a divorce.

Yeah. Divorced. My parents are getting divorced. That's what I came home from school to find out this afternoon. Presently, I am 'hiding' in my favorite spot behind my house. We live in a fairly wooded area, and if you go about ten yards or so into the forest, you will come across a very peaceful meadow. I say 'hiding' lightly because I am 100% positive that my parents know exactly where I am.

I really should be heading back to the house. I am also sure that my parents are sweating about what they are going to say to me when I get back. Good. That thought makes me happy. They should be sweating about it. After all, I walked in to see them sitting at the dining room table discussing the finalization of their divorce, completely unaware of my presence. As soon as I realized what they were doing, I raced to my meadow.

Apparently they forgot that I only had half a day of school today.

Heaving a sigh, I gathered by school bag, which I hadn't even thought to leave in the house, and started to head back home.

When I made my way through the front door, I noted the heated whispers from my parents coming from the directing of the kitchen. My Mom always liked to be in the kitchen when she was upset. There were so many things she could do to busy herself. It looked like in this instance, she had decided to make me a mug of my favorite herbal tea.

I was suddenly charged by a wave of anger and hurt.

I cleared my throat and dropped my bag loudly on the tile floor to make my presence known. Both of my parents jumped, clearly startled, and looked around at me, fake smiles plastered across their faces.

"Save it." I bit out angrily.

Now, normally, I would not be that rude to either of my parents. I was raised to be respectful to my elders. However, I was not exactly concerned with respect at this moment. Neither of them batted an eyelash at my harsh tone.

I moodily made my way over to one of the vacant barstools and sat down. Looking both my parents in the eyes, I could tell that neither was looking forward to what I would have to say.

"What I would like to know is, when the hell were you both planning on letting me know what was going on?"

Silence.

Eventually, it was my mother who decided to take the plunge.

"Bella, honey. We are both so very sorry that you had to find out this way. We figured it would be best to tell you about it after all the dirty work was over with. We didn't want you to get hurt."

"Yeah, Bells. We had your best interest at heart."

I took a moment to absorb what they had just said. I thought about the things I had realized while I was in the meadow. Looking back over the past year or so, especially the last few months, I realized that things were not all that perfect around here. My parents had begun to bicker about the little things, always down each other's throats about one thing or another. But most of that had changed over the last month or so. I had kind of thought that maybe my Mom and Dad had decided to put their differences aside. I guess I was wrong. Instead, the appeared to have taken a different turn. Divorce.

"Bells. Please, say something?" said my Dad.

"Well, I guess I can't really say that I'm all that surprised. It doesn't mean I like it though. But, what I'm really mad about is the way I found out! How could you have possibly thought I was going to take the news better after all the 'dirty work was over with?' So, when does that mean you were actually planning on telling me? When all was said and done?" I demanded.

My Mom and Dad looked at each other a bit guiltily. Then I understood. That is EXACTLY when they were planning on telling me!

"HOW COULD YOU?" I screamed.

That was it. Everything hit me at once. I started to sob as I considered the mess my life had turned into over the course of one afternoon. My dad, ever the awkward one in situations like these, looked at me helplessly, trying to figure out how to comfort me. My mom, on the other hand, rushed to my side and enveloped me in a hug.

"Shhhhhhh. Sweetie, it's going to be ok. We still love you." My mom whispered comfortingly.

In the moment, I seriously doubted that. Little did I know that this was going to end up being just about the best thing to happen to me.