A/N: I own nothing to do with Twilight or its affiliates. This is work of fiction from my own mind, using characters from another's work. I apologize to anyone if you've done a similar story, I'm pretty sure I, personally, have not read such a story.

Basically this is just random journal entries of Bella and perhaps I will jump out of journal mode now and then to show what happened that day; maybe flashbacks etc. not sure yet where this is going. But the for sure things are: E/B, humans/vamps/wolves. Currently set prior to moving to Forks.

I'd love to hear from my readers and I'd like to hear your ideas too. Funny things that might happen to her on a given day etc. Let me know what you think!!

Dear Journal

Entry 1

Dear Journal,

My mother, Renee, got me this journal for my 17th birthday. This being my first entry let me introduce myself. I'm Isabella Marie Swan, Bella for short. I'm 17, as of yesterday afternoon. We live in Phoenix, Arizona. My mom is getting married next month to her beau, Phil. He's a minor league baseball player. They are so in love, it's nearly sickening. Ha!

I'm glad for my mother though; we've gone through some tough times together. She and my father, Charlie, got a divorce when I was only a few months old. She said that she felt trapped and everything had happened so fast. They were high school sweethearts and were married right after graduation. She became pregnant with me a few months shy of their first anniversary. I guess being a mother and wife so young can be hard on someone not really prepared. I'm not sure I'd even do well if I'd have kids. I can't imagine myself in that position. A young, nearly, teenage mother and dutiful wife. But apparently, love does some weird things to your thought processes; not that I would know. The only loves I've had in my life have been directed at family or my hobbies. I've never experienced real love; the kind that a woman has for a man. It will happen one day though; all in due time I suppose. Well, I hope…

Let's see, what else. Oh, I am still a student at Southern Phoenix High School. We have a huge student population. But I'm nothing famous there, just another face in the crowd. Just Bella, aka Plain Jane. Well, I call myself that. I've never really fallen in with any certain crowds. I also cannot say for certain that I've even gotten any true friends, just acquaintances. I mean, I do want friends but I just cannot find anyone else that holds my same interests or that I find adequately intelligent to converse with. Everyone else in my school seems artificial and everything about them seems put on, not unique or individualized. Assimilation of the masses. Ugh! Corporate America… Wait did I just say that? Couldn't be me… I'll just have to analyze that later. Perhaps that's my problem; I look to deep into the meaning of everything, overanalyzing everyone and their habits. Great! Maybe I just need to see a therapist.

Back to the normal world, if that's what you'd call it.

How about a bit more about me? I'm about 5'4" with long brunette hair that is slightly wavy due to the genetics at work; my dad has dark curly hair. I wouldn't say I'm average build, I'm slightly skinnier than most girls around me, a healthy skinny I suppose. I have dull dark brown eyes and super pale skin; you'd think I'd never seen the sun before. I seriously don't know how I manage to be so pale in this desert sun; it's not as if I'm some hermit, holed up in my windowless bedroom or something. I enjoy the sun and dry heat of the desert, the occasional sand blowing in your face I could do without though. I enjoy reading immensely. The classics are my favorites and a few more modern works have caught my eye now and then. Music might be the second love on my list. However, at the bottom of my so called list would be my natural clumsiness. I can trip over air on a flat surface for crying out loud! I think there may be a government conspiracy against me for some reason; invisible trip wires that seem to only catch me and nobody else; yet again, another overreaction to my ever growing paranoia.

Coming to an end for this entry, I'd like to start a wish list of sorts; my wishes, hopes and dreams, long or short term. Just a thought for the day.

Life is becoming too monotonous around here. I feel as if a great change is on the horizon.

Good-bye for now journal. It's been relieving to say some of this to someone. Even if that someone doesn't exist on my terms; another person to really talk to. My mother is a great friend and listener, but alas, I could never tell her everything; I like her being happy.

Thank you for reading my story, now please review. Is there anything you think I should work to improve upon or ideas you may have to add to this story?