** I do not own Twilight or the Twilight characters**

This is my first time publicly posting fan fic I've written, hope you all enjoy it. Many thanks to Caren for all the advice and help!

I slammed the door to my room, threw down my book bag in the floor and landed face down across my bed.

"Isabella Marie Swan, you get back down here this instant young lady!" My mother's voice bellowed up the staircase.

"Fuck you!" I grabbed the remote to my stereo and turned it to disc 4, track 10. Loud angry hate rock filled the air, drowning out my screaming mother.

Earlier that day…

"Awww come on Eric…." I nibbled a little bit on his earlobe.

"Bella, the janitor could come in here any minute."

My knee slid up between his legs, gently nudging the hardness of his crotch. "And….isn't that part of the thrill."

I slid my hands down and started undoing his belt. Five minutes later I had my legs wrapped around his waist and was practically spearing myself on his dick, when, just like he predicted…

"Holy Shit!"

"Fuck…Bella, I told you…" I slid off Eric as his tried to jerk his pants back up. I giggled.

"Hey Ed! How's the trash treating you?" I popped my bubble gum and patted good ol' janitor Ed on the shoulder on my way towards the door. He went even more slack jawed when I flashed my boobs at him upon my exit. I had just gotten seated in Trig when the intercom buzzed on and invited me to the principal's office.

I pulled my pillow over my head and screamed. Obviously, I didn't have to worry about telling mother about my expulsion from Saint Agnes Catholic School. I was a little surprised about that. Sure, I had a record of being somewhat of a trouble maker.

Somewhat?! My conscience screamed back at me.

"Enough with the screaming already." I scolded my inner self.

You've ruined your senior year!

"Unngh…" I pulled the pillow off my head and cut the stereo off in time to hear my mother's next plea.

"Isabella… please open this door."

I sighed, got off the bed, and turned the lock to my door. Mom came in.

Look at her, look at the disappointment in her eyes.

Damn conscience.

"Isabella…"

"I know Mom, ok?"

"No, it's absolutely NOT ok Bella. By any stretch of the imagination. And this…this latest…Bella I'm just at a loss. I've spoken to your grandmother…Bella, I tried. But I just can't….I can't handle any more of this. Between you, taking care of Chris and now being pregnant…We've gotten you a plane ticket…"

"What?"

"Bella, it's for the best…obviously, I can't…I'm not doing something right…"

"But Mom…"

"No more buts Bells. You have 2 days to pack, tell you friends goodbye, then you'll be moving up to Seattle."

"What the FUCK Mom!!!"

"Do not scream at me. You did this to yourself Bella."

She backed out of the room, killing me with the look of complete and utter hopelessness in her eyes. I didn't have the heart to yell back, to hurl insults or objects at the door as it closed. I lay back on my bed, tears stinging my eyes.

She's right you know, you did this to yourself. Stupid, fucking conscience.

2 days later…Sunday

"Thank you for flying with us today. Please remain seated until the captain turns off the fasten seatbelt sign. Enjoy your stay here in Seattle, Washington."

Enjoy my stay. I almost snorted out loud. More like banishment. I grabbed my duffel bag out of the compartment and shuffled in line behind grunge boys personified. Homage to alternative rock and the crisp Seattle plaids. I was supposed to meet Grandmother Harris outside with my luggage. First I had to stop off and unleash the 5 rum and cokes. Gotta love the 5 finger discount from the beverage cart. I still had at least 5 stowed away in my purse for later consumption.

I pushed my way past a strolling elderly couple and into the ladies bathroom. My cell phone rang as I took my seat on the throne. Grammy H flashed up at me. "Hello?"

"Bella? Honey is that you?"

"Yeah Grandmaw, we just landed, I'm in the bathroom, can I call you back?"

"Honey?! Lord I think I'm going to have to get a hearing aid. You're going to have to get a cab! My car broke down on the highway! I'm waiting for the tow truck!"

I held the phone a good foot off my ear as she yelled. Good God, I could almost smell the ben-gay and peppermint smell drift through the phone. "Ok Grandmaw!" I yelled back, half chuckling.

"You remember the address…1352 Pal…"

"Got it Grandmaw! See yah later!" I clicked the phone shut and sighed.

After collecting my luggage and trudging back up to the main floor, I stood outside in a line for a cab, buying a paper for the hell of it. Might as well know what was going on here in my new home. That time I did snort and got several odd glances because of it. The headline splayed across the front page:

TWO MORE PEOPLE MISSING: Total now rises to 10

Well fuck. Seems the news matched the weather here. I stepped up to the front of the line. "Welcome to Seattle Miss." The airport employee holding the umbrella said.

"Yeah, thanks."

"Ah, here's a cab for you. Let me put your stuff in the trunk." He opened the back door of the cab for me.

"Kay." I slid in, folding the newspaper and closing the door.

"Afternoon, where yah heading?"

"1352 Paloma Road. That's in Newport, any problem going that far."

"None at all." The trunk closed and we pulled away from the airport.

We drove along the interstate, north from Seattle. My mother had been born and raised in Newport. My Dad, Charlie, had lived there until he died about 5 years ago. We were never close. Mom left him not long after I was born, just another dead beat father. I heard from him maybe twice in my lifetime. I leaned my head back and slid on my headphones. Mr. Cab Man had been silent for the duration of the ride so far. His GPS spouting turns and exits. I shut my eyes and let the musical wonderment of Garbage's "I'm Only Happy When it Rains" flood my ears.

Sometime later I felt the cab pull to a stop; I guess I must have drifted off. I pulled off my headphones and opened my eyes. I looked around. We were on some dirt road surrounded on both sides by green moss, huge green trees, everywhere green.

"Excuse me sir? Where are we?" My heart started beating hard in my chest. He didn't answer. "Hey asshole?! Excuse me? Where are we?"

Slowly he turned around, "Doesn't really matter now, does it." In an instant his face changed….his eyes glowed and he was in the backseat with me. I didn't have time to hear the scream that came rushing out of my throat.