My story begins after Bella's conversation with Charlie on page 98 of New Moon.
As I turned the key to my truck in the driver's door's lock, I began to think about what Charlie had said. For the past five months I'd been a zombie – going to school, work, and home. I had only spoken when someone else initiated the conversation – sometimes not even then.
I threw my navy blue Hollister backpack (courtesy of Alice) into my unused passenger seat while climbing into the driver's seat. I slammed my door shut and stomped on the gas pedal. I hadn't been being fair to Charlie, my friends, or even myself.
If Edward and the Cullens didn't care about me why the hell should I give a damn about them? Just because Edward didn't love me didn't mean the rest of the Cullens couldn't have stayed. All the Cullens had acted like they were my family and then they'd just up and left without caring enough to even give me their new phone numbers. As a matter of fact, my favorite vampire right now was Rosalie – at least she'd never pretended to like me.
With my head held high, I pushed my navy blue Genevieve Paris glasses up to the bridge of my nose (just pretend that Bella has glasses) up to the bridge of my nose and resolved to reinvent myself. For the first time in months, I drove to Forks high with a smile on my face.