The Beginning of Something Good or the End of Something terrible?

School, homework, sleep. School, homework, sleep. School, homework, sleep. That has been my routine for the past few months. But now school, and homework were all over. Summer. Summer, had come, at first it seemed that I couldn't wait for it, traveling with my mother, sleeping until eleven, parties. They all seemed like fun, but now all I wanted was school; something to take the pain away, something that I would wake up for. I also didn't want this summer because I was moving. I was traveling up the West coast to Washington state. I was to live in a small town named Forks. I was to go to a small school, be a "small town girl". But I have never been that. I live in LA. I go to parties with celebrities. I am an elitist. But that is all over now. People will still know who I am. I will get called out when going to Seattle or someplace. They will scream my name, but I will never be able to go to those parties. I will never see my friends again. I will never be Isabella Swan, daughter of Renee Dewier again. As much as I wish I could be. As much as I want, no I need to be her again, I can't. I haven't been for three and a half months now.

My mother, my best friend, my heart past away in the middle of March; March 17, 2010 at six fifty-three at night. Her and her newest husband were flying home from New York City when the plane malfunctioned and crash landed. Two people survived, and she was neither of them. For the first two weeks I slept the entire time. I didn't eat, I had maybe a glass of water, if you add up all the tiny sips I was forced to drink in that time frame, I didn't talk to my friends, I didn't talk to anyone for that matter. Everyone tried though. My friends came over to talk, my father, Charlie came down and he tried, but I couldn't respond. It was like she had taken my voice with her.

One day my two closest cousins showed up a day before the funeral. They were twins and the same age as me, seventeen. They tried talking to me for three hours, but eventually grew sick of my quietness. They came back with a twelve pack of beer, some ice cream and six horror movies. They all just so happened to be my favorite; Saw I-VI. After the first two Chelsea asked me if I wanted another beer. I said yes and her and her brother Sam came running up to me and hugged me. After that I had one of many heart to hearts with them. The old Bella was back, apparently.

I had to see a therapist at first to evaluate whether I was ready to go back to school. The therapists answer was that I was one of the most well put together patients that he has ever had. He said that I should go back to school, but have weekly check-ups for a while. That lasted two weeks before he said that I would be fine, and healed in a very short time. I'm still depressed, I still don't like human contact, but I deal with it.

For the past three months I have been living with my cousins, and aunt until the summer began. Then I was to move in with Charlie for my senior year of high school. I had completely packed everything a week prior to the drive up. I wanted to drive up by myself so I could mentally prepare myself fully for living with Charlie. I hadn't been up there since I was fourteen, since then Charlie came down and I spend two weeks in a hotel with him doing whatever we wanted to.

I packed my car with everything I could fight and had sent the other boxes the day before. I hugged my aunt who has helped me and been so good to me. Then I hugged my cousins. They promised they would come up later in the summer to visit, but I had a feeling that things would change.

Then I set out for my drive. My one-thousand two-hundred and thirteen mile drive, my twenty hour straight drive had started. After I turned onto the five, I turned on some music. The first song was California by NeverShoutNever!. Ironic you say, just a little.

My phone beeped. The text was from Chelsea.

Chelsea: Bella, I miss you already!

Me: Chels, I know. You better visit soon!

Chelsea: Sam and I will. No matter what. Mom won't stop us even if she tries.

Me: Tell Sam I say hey, and I love him.

Chelsea: He says he loves you too, very much. I better let you drive safely. Bye-bye Bells.

Me: When have I ever driven safely? But bye-bye.

I hit the power button on my phone so I have no distractions. I stopped several times to get food, go to the bathroom and get gas. But by one in the morning I was exhausted and no amount of coffee or energy drinks could keep me awake any longer. I pulled into a Motel 6 and checked in. I didn't even bring my bag in I was so exhausted. I just fell asleep on top of the covers and slept until seven. At seven I changed into a tank top and short shorts and continued my drive.

I had arrived around four and had found that Charlie was mowing the lawn. He stopped the mower and ran over to me.

"Bells, how are you? I haven't had a chance to come down since everything happened." He said grabbing me in an awkward hug. Charlie has never been one to show emotions, I used to be like him, but I have grown up with a drama queen so it evened out.

"I'm fine, dad. How have you been?"

"Fine. Do you want to go to your room?"

"Yeah, sure." He led me up the familiar stairs, but instead of turning the corner right into my room, he went down the hall and pulled down the stairs to the attic. The stairs looked newly fixed and he started to climb them, but he saw me standing looking confused.

"Are you coming?"

"Um, why aren't we going to my room?"

"Just come on."

I climbed the stairs and was then standing in a bright purple room, with a black bed that had purple and black zebra print sheets, and a matching comforter. There was a simple black desk with a computer chair on the wall behind me. One of the walls that the bed was against had shelves that were in the wall. They were mainly bare except for two pictures. One was a picture of Charlie and me and the other was a picture of Charlie, me, and my mother before the divorce. I was only a year in that photo. The photo of Charlie and I was about fifteen, we were at the beach and one of the life guards had taken it for us. The one with my mother was just in our kitchen and who ever happened to be there must have taken it. My mother was holding me and Charlie was kissing my forehead.

On the other wall there were two doors. I opened them up and it revealed a closet; a fully stocked closet.

"Whose clothes are these?" I asked Charlie. Was this not my room, did Charlie have another daughter?

"Yours." He said as if it were obvious.

"Dad, what did you do? This used to be storage. Where did everything go? I didn't have these clothes I only sent two boxes. I'm so confused." I said spinning around the room to see if I was missing anything.

"Um, well I sort of hired a decorator. Did you honestly think I have enough imagination for this? Well she has a daughter; actually two daughters and three sons, all adopted and one of the girls decided that she would go shopping and buy you a bunch of clothes. She said that she could sense that you two would be great friends."

"Well that's, awkward. Who is she, and the family?" I asked looking through the clothes in my closet.

The closet had shelves that I pulled out with jewelry and make-up. There were four shelves with sunglasses, now where am I going to put my other thirty-seven pair of sunglasses? I thought to myself.

"Esme is the decorator, Alice is the girl. They are the Cullen's. They moved down a year or two ago. They used to live in Alaska." He said leaning against the door step. "Well I'll go get your bags." He walked down the stairs that were in the middle of my room.

The clothes in the closet were all my size. How the…

Charlie came up the stairs making a lot of noise. Putting the bags on the ground then leaving for the next trip, I followed this time. After two more trips we were finally done with the boxes and bags.

"Okay, well I'll let you finish setting up and stuff. I'm having a few friends over for dinner, so if you want to stay that's fine, but you can go explore the town too."

"Who are the friends," Charlie has always had the same friends and I know all of them, some of them I get along with like Billy Black, but Mr. Clearwater I don't get along with.

"I'm having a bunch of friends from the reservation come up to watch a baseball game."

"Then I think I might explore the town for a bit, if that's okay?" I said throwing my biggest bag on the bed. When I unzipped it things jumped out at me. I picked them up off the ground a pulled the bag into the closet.

"Yeah, that's fine. Tomorrow night do you want to go out to dinner with the Cullen's and I. Esme wants you to meet the family. You don't have to go, just wondering." He said awkwardly. For some reason I have feeling that he's really close to this family.

"Yeah, that would be fun, are we just going to the diner, or some place in Port Angeles?"

"Probably some place in Port Angeles. I'll let you unpack." He walked down the stairs and left the stairs down.

I was about to unpack my bag when I saw something sticking out from under the bed. I bent down to lift up the sheets. Underneath the bed were three packages. I pulled the pile out. Two were wrapped in pretty black floral paper, but the third was just in brown paper. I opened the larger of the black ones first; it was a beautiful navy blue dress with a note:

Bella,

Hi Bella, I know you don't know who I am, but I am sure we will be the best of friends. I thought that this would look adorable on you from the pictures Charlie has of you around the house. He has one hidden in his sock drors. Shh. Don't tell him I told you that. I can't wait to meet you tomorrow night.

Alice Cullen

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I put the dress aside and ripped the other black wrapping paper off. In this box there was a one hundred and fifty dollar American Express gift card. I looked for a note, but there was none. On the package there was a tag that said "The Cullen Family".

The last package had no tag on the outside, and it felt pretty heavy. I tore the paper away and in my hand lay a black picture frame that had six pictures in it. All of them had my mother and father in them. The first picture was of my mother in Charlie's arms in a field somewhere. The next was them on the day he proposed. Below the first one was one of us, the day of my birth taken by a nurse. I was in my pink outfit and my parents were staring at me; after that was on my first birthday when we had a food fight with my cake. The next was us on one of our many trips to Disneyland when we went on Splash Mountain. And the last was at my first day of Pre-K. All of these were taken before I was even three, but I felt like they had just happened. This picture made me remember all of these moments vividly.

This one had a note, but no name.

Thought you would like to see more pictures of her. I'm sure you miss her. I do too. She has will always love you. She is in your heart. Forever.

I knew from the poor hand writing that it was my father. I ran down stairs, and hugged Charlie. He understood and hugged me back. I let no tears fall today. I didn't want it to be sad, I wanted it be a positive moment.

We pulled away. "So I guess you got the gifts." He said looking away.

"Yeah, did you know about Alice's and Esme's too?"

"Yeah, they told me. And I made them promise not to. Then next day they came with two wrapped presents and said, at the exact same time I might add "You never said 'crossies don't count!'" then stuck their tongue out."

"Well they sound very…mature."

"Yeah, their family really does know how to have fun, but they behave, I have never gotten a call on them." Did I mention Charlie is the chief of police in this tiny town? Well he is. So he knows probably the most about everyone, and there is very little that these people don't know about each other.

"Okay, well I'm going to go finish unpacking." I said turning around and walking up to my new room.