It was just another day in Bella's life. She was used to getting hurt and having her heart broken, though admittedly, it was harder to face and to get over every single time it happens. Especially when you didn't have friends. Sure, you had acquaintances, but none were really close enough to open up to. Most of the girls were plastic bitches, and the guys? Don't get me started. It would just mean two things if they've suddenly taken an interest in you. One, it's either they want to get in your pants, or two, you're just a "BUDDY" to them. Most of the time, it's the first one.

Life sucks.

When she thought she had found a guy worth her time. Someone who was actually different from the egotistical pricks with the XY chromosome, fate had let her down one too many times. This time included.

So now, she was preparing herself to go to Forks, Washington, probably the dreariest place in the world, to move with her dad.

This was certainly not about her cheating scumbag of an ex. Weeell... Maybe a little... But it involved her mom even more.

Her mom, Renee, really missed her husband. As hard as she'd deny it, it's obvious. And Bella hates seeing her mom distressed, especially when she knows it's because of her. She knows her mom misses Phil, her husband, and that she was the one keeping her mom away from joining him in New Jersey - err - Chicago or whatever state his ball-playing leads him to.

So now, she was flying cross-country, sacrificing her own happiness in exchange for the joy of those she loves.

For the last time, she asks herself, is it really worth it?

Yes. Yes it is.

BPOV

Remind me why I'm here again?! In Forks, Washington, of all places?! Oh. Yeah. Right. Because of my mom. Well, if you don't understand what I'm saying, let me inform you now of the basics on my life.

My name is Isabella Swan. I'd rather be called Bella 'cause Isabella waaay too formal. Anyway, I have brown eyes, mid-length brown hair, and I'm about 5'4 in height. Nothing special here folks. I'm the plainest among the plain, and so, I don't even dare to dream about getting noticed anywhere, and I mean ANYWHERE.

Anyway, my parents divorced when I was still a kid, and I've been living with my mom, Renee ever since. Don't get me wrong. I love my mom, but sometimes, she's just a bit immature for her age. I've been said to be the adult between the two of us, and I really don't mind.

So why am I in this dreary hellhole? Well, I decided to let my mom live a little and travel with her new husband, Phil, who's a baseball player and gets sent around the U.S. a lot. And I don't want to burden my mom with my staying, 'cause I can see that she really misses Phil. I guess it's 'cause she loves him. Seriously, I cannot explain how much my mom loves him. She always gets this glow whenever he's around, or when she talks to him. Huh. I guess my mom's really lucky.

Well as for me? I've seriously never been in love. There have been a few times when I thought that I was finally in love, but I was wrong. The person I was in love with turns out to be either a player, a manwhore, a womanizer, or gay. *Shudder* I'm in deep shit when it comes to love. There wasn't a relationship that I was in that I never caught my ex with another woman or worse, another man. Yeah, that's how shitty my love life is. I just hope I get to start a new life here in Forks, and hopefully, get away from the boys who want nothing but to get in my pants.

"We are now landing in the Seattle Airport. Thank you for flying with Arizona Airlines."

Wow. I'm here. Damn. Might as well get started on my new life. Here goes nothing...


Is the story worth continuing? If at least one person says yes, then I'll continue. :) Thanks for reading. :)