Being so utterly disappointed with the Twilight series and it's execution on the whole, I've decided to attempt to re-write said story. Unfortunately, this chapter is mildly boring, being mostly introductions and all that. I tried to add a little more insight into Bella's lines of thinking, so you'll have to let me know how terribly I've failed at that. I don't claim to be a decent writer, but I do think I can write at least marginally better than Stephanie Meyer who is, in the simplest of terms, horrible.

There will be no sparkles.

Characters will have personalities and motives behind their actions

Bella will not be a selfish, annoying, brainless twat. Instead she will have ideas and a spine. Novel idea!

Edward is going to be a douche bag. And not a gentlemen. Because that's far more interesting.

Bella will have friends other than Edward and his family.

Bella will treat her parents like people.

Bella will treat her friends like people.

I'm sure I can add more, but just a general warning to all those who may potentially read this. It is not going to be a carbon copy of Twilight. More like what I had expected Twilight to be and what I kept hoping it would become (but didn't).

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Twilight Re-Write

Chapter 1

"Seats 22-40 now boarding."

Bella Swann stared sadly at her mother, Renee, from her uncomfortable plastic seat at the airport terminal, clutching her arm rests and taking a deep breath before she stood. Her mother swept her up into a hug, which Bella returned realizing this was likely the last time she'd hug her mother. Renee reached out gently fixed a stray piece of unruly brown hair on her daughter's head, smoothed it down and took one last look at her. She wasn't quite sure when her daughter had become so grown up. It seemed as if just yesterday her little girl was learning to ride her bike, or put on makeup and now she was all the sudden this young woman, moving across the country without her.

Bella smiled and threw one strap of her backpack over her shoulder, "Well, I suppose I'll talk to you tonight once I get to Dad's."

"You had better," Renee responded, trying her best to smile through the tears welling in her hazel eyes, "As soon as you get in, understand?"

Bella nodded and gave her mother one more quick hug, "I'm gonna miss you, Mom."

"I'll miss you too, sweet heart," she finished, her voice cracking.

With that, Bella turned to go, making her way to her plane and taking a seat where designated. She had gone to stay with her father before, mostly for summers and breaks from school but this trip was entirely different. This time, the move was permanent. She had spent the past several years in Phoenix, Arizona with her mother. And while she adored her mother, the reality of the situation was that Bella didn't feel she quite fit in with Renee's new life. Recently, her mother had remarried for the 4th time, after a long, long string of abusive jerks and cheating men. All of which Bella had lived through, but finally, she was certain her mother had finally found a nice enough guy after all. Renee's new husband, Phil, was a professional baseball player, had three kids of his own, a house and two dogs. In one word: Perfect.

However, with Phil's constant moving due to his job and Renee's want to move with him, Bella found herself in a bit of predicament. She had one year of high school left and as much as she would have loved to spend it with her friends in Arizona, the fact of the matter was that that was entirely impossible now. On top of all this, she found herself awkwardly placed into a new family--a newlywed couple, and three step-siblings she barely knew (who generally stayed with their mother in Phoenix while their father travelled). The only option, in her eyes, was to move back in with her Dad, Charlie.

When she was too young to remember, her mother had packed her things, up and left her father and taken Bella with her. Since then, her mom had been a single parent, only sending Bella off to see her dad in Washington when school and life permitted it. Bella never quite understood her mother's deep seeded hatred of her hometown, where her parents had met. Bella looked forward to her visits to Forks, Washington excitedly every year. It had this strange sort of beauty to it. The overcast sky often shed grey hues over the deep green forests, with perpetually falling rain keeping a constant fog about the landscape. Bella often just walked for hours in the forests adjacent to her father's house, taking in the deep earthy smell of everything around her and relishing in the Pacific breeze.

And most of all, she missed Jacob Black between those trips. Charlie and Jacob's father, Billy, had been friends for years and years. As such, Bella often found herself wasting away her afternoons with Jacob while their fathers did whatever it was fathers did. He had this odd sort of welcoming comfort to him, despite being remarkably tall and well-built, the kind of kid you'd assume was the generic school bully type. He was quite the opposite, extraordinarily generous and kind, but also a bit naïve. He was two years younger than her, but his height made up for the age difference and no one seemed to question why they would spend every waking minute together. Jacob was one of those rare circumstances where you meet someone for the first time and come to the strange realization that you have any and everything in common. And so they were instant friends.

Bella had dozed off at some point after the flight began, her head lulling to the side as she flew far away from the deep brown, desert plains and towards the lush green and blues of Forks.

Bella was jolted awake by the sound of the stewardess's high pitched voice announcing their descent towards Victoria, British Columbia. Bella snapped her seatbelt in place and stared out her window, watching as the rain was forced from the glass in long streams. She sighed and sunk back into her seat, despite the gloomy weather she was happy to almost be home.

The plane landed without a hitch and Bella walked off the terminal and into the open and waiting arms of her dad, Charlie who instantly pulled her into a hug so tight she was picked up off the ground. Still groggy and jet lagged she didn't put up a fight and waited for her release.

"Good to see you, Bells," he started, using a nickname that only he could use as he set her back on her feet, "How was the flight?"

She glanced over her father, who was getting older now, some grey hairs peaking out through his mop of chestnut colored hair. He had been sheriff in Forks for as long as Bella could remember, and even now he still looked like a cop to her while in his jeans, T-shirt and brown leather jacket. Charlie was much taller than her, about 6 feet and built athletically (excluding the bit of weight he had put on since she last saw him), whereas in contrast, she stood a short 5'5" with the physique of a malnourished ballerina.

She ran a hand through her tangled mess of brown hair, and groaned, "Long. But I'm happy to be here finally." Her and her father exchanged smiles and headed towards baggage claim, making small talk along the way. After leaving the airport they eventually, made their way over to the ferry that would take them over to Port Angeles and then there'd be a long drive home to Forks. Unfortunately, Forks was just so tiny that the closest commercial airport was really that far away.

Bella and her father spent most of the trip home in silence, Bella relaxing in the reclined passenger seat as she stared upwards at the canopy of green reaching out over her. She liked that about the roads here. She recalled as a little girl, sleeping in the back seat and just staring up at the trees through the windows of their small station wagon as her parents talked in the front seats, listening to bands like Queen or The Beatles. It was comforting to her, that feeling of a family. She didn't get that much anymore.

After a bit of a drive, Bella felt the familiar turn into the driveway, the sound of tires crunching under the wet gravel. Charlie turned to her grinning, "Well, I know it's not much, Bells, but I did my best. Figured this might make the move a little easier."

Bella sat up in her seat, the old worn leather crunching as she did so. She peered through the fog to the dilapidated, red truck currently residing at the very end of their driveway. It was beat up for sure, with rust flaking around the body, the red paint worn down to a dull shade and missing in spots but Bella found it utterly perfect. She had never been the sort of girl who needed fancy things or the newest technology, and so she found this rickety, old truck in an odd way to be entirely and perfectly fit for her.

Charlie rolled the police cruiser he still drove off duty to a stop and turned to his daughter expectantly, "So what do you think?"

"Wow…it's…" Bella trailed off looking for words starring at the old truck through the dirt speckled wind shield, but quickly grinned and turned back to her father, "I love it, Dad." Charlie looked a bit taken aback at first, but supposed he should have known better and got up out of the car, slamming the door behind him. Bella followed suit, making her way over to her brand new—to her—car.

"You didn't have to do this…I was saving up for one," she explained, absentmindedly tracing patterns with her index finger in the dewy water on the car's hood, "I thought I'd told you."

"I know," he replied, "but I had a little extra money and really, it's the least I could do for you considering you're the one who packed up and moved all the way to the middle of nowhere to live with your old dad, here." He chuckled a little and gave the car a pat, like it was some sort of old pet.

"Thanks," she said, opening the car door with a screech and sitting down in the cab. It was old for sure, she thought her eyes falling on the old FM radio and tape deck. No AC, which was fine for Forks, it never got very warm here, even in the summer. She squirmed in the beige colored leather seats, resting her hands on the steering wheel and turned back to her dad, "Really, this thing is perfect for me."

"I'm sure Jacob will be glad to hear it," he replied, "He spent most of this summer fixing that old thing up for you. Billy had had it sitting around up at the reservation for years, and when I offered to buy it and fix it up Jacob said he'd do the repairs for free. Nice kid."

Bella made a mental note to call Jacob later; they had a lot of catching up to do. She swung her legs out of the car and hopped back down onto the driveway.

"How about I make us something to eat?" she suggested, "I've had your cooking before."

"You just got here. Why don't we take your bags up and grab something at the diner. You probably need the rest." Bella sighed inwardly at the thought. She wasn't much for being a public spectacle and unfortunately, with her father being well-known and the recent move, the trip to the diner would be more like parading her arrival about to the entire town. Knowing she would ultimately wind up defeated, she shrugged and answered, "Sounds fine, Dad."

Bella followed her father into the house, the old wooden porch steps creaking under her weight as she dragged one of her heavy black suitcases up after her. Her father had taken the other, even heavier suitcase ahead of her. It was kind of numbing, realizing she had shoved what was left of her life in Phoenix into two suitcases which had been thrown around haphazardly since they walked out of the condo she shared with her mother in Phoenix.

'I suppose that's what I've been reduced to,' she thought glumly, heaving the suitcase off the last step, sending the chipped paint flying off the wooden porch floor it had landed on, 'two suitcases.' Up until this moment, she hadn't really felt badly about leaving Phoenix. It had just seemed like the logical option. Not wanting to spend her evenings awkwardly shoved to the edge of the couch while her mom and Phil cuddled, or making her way through the next school year while coming home to an empty home week after week. Or worse yet, her mom staying in Phoenix while Phil travelled just to appease her. She didn't want to become the excuse or the third wheel, and so she concluded that Forks wouldn't be too tough in comparison.

Of course, she had failed to remember the group of friends she'd be giving up. The easy senior year of parties, school functions, and in hindsight, she realized she should have spent more time with them before moving. For the past week, she had been outright ignoring them altogether, too afraid to say goodbye, assuming that perhaps by some miracle her ignorance would make the goodbyes all the more useless in the long run. She'd have to try to fix things somehow, she decided.

She stopped once inside the doorway, breathing heavily as she set the suitcase down next to her. She kicked one shoe off and used her free foot to remove the other, kicking them to the side as her dad came down the stairs. He grabbed the other suitcase for her, and she followed up the stairs, the walls littered with old family photos. She wondered why he had kept the wedding photo up, considering her mom and him had been divorced for at least 10 years now. She did however notice how amazing happy they both looked in that moment. Her mother was smiling brilliantly in her white gown, while her father pulled her into a hug, their cheeks pressed together. Both of them were clearly in love then. She supposed it was just another of those 'meant to be's' that weren't quite meant to be. She had decided long ago, after watching each of her mother's failing relationships that love was a dying art. And one she planned on avoiding most diligently.

She continued her ascent up the creaking stairway, and turned right into her room only to be shocked by what it had become. Sometime between her visit last winter and the start of this summer, her father had transformed her old room into a new one altogether. The old baby pink walls, were replaced by a deep sky blue color, the once yellowed-with-age lacey curtains now a simple cream. The furniture was all new as well, all a light pine color and everything still smelling faintly of wet paint.

"Dad, you totally didn't have to bother with all this," she remarked, still taking in her new room. She walked over to the newly decorated four-poster bed, a simple blue and cream sheet set had replaced her old pink bed spread she'd had forever.

"It was all really Jacob's idea," her father admitted, "I mentioned your moving here and he wanted to surprise you."

Bella suppressed the rising color she felt rushing to her face and smiled, "Well he didn't have to do this either. You know I don't need all this. But thank you." She had wanted to add that the color was perfect, and perhaps should have surmised that Jacob would have been the only one able to pull off such a feat. He really did know her pretty well after all these years. Even the furniture was all up to her standards. Nothing too fancy, but all still nice looking. It all reminded her of a nice sea-side bed and breakfast. Fresh, breezy and clean.

"It's nothing. Anything to make this easier on you," Charlie stated, "All your old stuff is still around, so don't worry about it missing. I'll let you get settled in. Plus I'm sure your mother wants to talk to you. Let me know when you're set to get something to eat." Charlie turned to leave and shut the wooden door quietly behind him, leaving Bella amidst her room.

She dropped the backpack she'd be carrying on the ground with a thud, and flopped back onto the new bed, relishing in the fact that the comforter was more than likely down and starring up at her white ceiling with sigh. It was then she realized just how tired she was, it'd been an excruciatingly long day. She rolled over and dug her cell phone out of her bag, quickly dialing her mother's number. She explained she had made it to her dad's safely and was exhausted before hanging up, glad it was out of the way now. She still had some patching up to do with her friends in Phoenix, but decided she'd rather talk to Jacob about how to best handle that. He was always better at figuring out the problems she was causing herself than she was.

She caught herself dozing off while lying on the bed, and flew to her feet, grabbing her old laptop from her bag and setting it up on her new desk. Quite the contrast she thought. She plugged it in to let it charge and ran down the stairs to get this awkward dinner out over with.