Robert Frost has this great quote: In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: It goes on.

I was never really into American literature and poetry, basically a British girl by heart living in this weird ass American world. I had heroines not hero's, Bronte, Austin, Huxley, Rowling; those were the ladies that resonated with me the most. Women who dealt with adversity to follow their dream, who were pushed around by men and came out stronger; well perhaps not stronger, but they did write books.

So Robert Frost was not a woman, was not British, and wrote poetry instead on novels. How is it he could understand how I feel in a time where I don't even know how to feel?

Could it be possible men feel things too? Can get hurts as we women do? Or am I correct in assuming that men are heartless assholes? Or do I spend way too much time thinking and need to take a break from the time suck that is over analyzing?

Well regardless of how I feel or how men feel this story is for you reader. He always told me I should write a book so here I am.

Hello my name is Bella Swan, and I like so many have had my heart broken and so this is my story.

WAIT, don't get too excited yet, I have some sage words of wisdom and warnings here before we delve into the thick of it.

*This my life and my story and I take liberties and exaggerate and am honest and also lie, so please don't judge my actions too harshly because only I Bella Swan know what is fact and what is fiction.

*This a love story, but its not the one you may want.

*Everything is better with friends

*Remember stories are here to teach us lessons so we don't have to learn them the hard way

*Men are dicks

*OK men aren't all dicks but they do all have one so that fun

*Supernatural: great TV show, supernatural men: fucking sexy

*Vampires are real-ish, I mean they exists in this world but they have weird voodoo shit they can do so be careful around them

*Werewolves are not puppies.

*Don't guard your heart to carefully.

Ok wisdom time over, well maybe not quite; remember our lives are compiled with stories and these stories often take place at the same time. I am going to tell you one story and this story begins almost directly after the one you think you know.

Once upon a time there was a beautiful rain ridden land of Forks because who doesn't want to live in a place named after a utensil. In this beautiful land lived a sad sad girl and she – ok let's cut the bullshit kids those two sentences were for the children now on to the real story.

Bella Swan was not so much sad as she was lonely, her boyfriend-gone, her best friend-gone, some people she thought were her surrogate parents-gone. Lying on her bed looking at her plain originally off white but now it was really more of a gross yellow roof, Bella contemplated (like she always did) where the fuck she went wrong. Sure she was clumsy, dangerously average looking, kind of smart but not too smart it was off putting; why is it the people, well vampires, felt the need to leave her?

If only Sam would leave her alone, like seriously everyday since he found her dying in the woods he's come over here to make sure she hasn't offed herself. Isn't he supposed to be engaged?

Ok to be honest Bella did not hate Sam's visits because he didn't treat her like she was broken or a zombie or needed to be fixed. Bella thought that Sam must know what it is like to be lonely. But she needed to stop acting like this, would Elizabeth Bennet sit in bed and wallow for weeks? No she had rich and single men of a marrying age to find and insult. When Sam came over today Bella would be ready, out of bed, dressed, maybe even showered, and when he asked if she wanted to come down to La Push today she would go with him, provided he wasn't a terrifying driver.

Bella hopped out of bed, looking out the window she saw that it was raining, so you know just another beautiful day in Forks. Deciding to forgo the shower, hey now don't get all judgmental she showered yesterday so this is a perfectly acceptable decision. Bella went to her closet, on one of his visits Sam helped her purge herself of anything that would make her sad, well sadder, a lot of which was clothes that Alice (the two faced whore) gave her, some was CD's that reminded her of Edward, but Sam insisted she put some things like pictures, jewelry, her blue sweater that her mom gave her but that Edward had like into an ex boyfriend box that he would hold on to until she was ready. Now the problem with the clothing purge was that she was left with very little to wear, that and because she wasn't really eating a whole lot and Sam also made her exercise out her anger and overwhelming sadness instead of crying or going into a panic, she didn't have a lot that fit her. Jeans were out, its raining if she spent three seconds outside they'd be drenched and uncomfortable not to mention too big, Bella didn't care that much about clothes but saggy ass in jeans was just wrong.

Eventually she chose yoga pants, flip flops and a plain black zip up over a black tank top. The whole look was I'm comfy but I'm not trying too hard to look cute. Deciding that braiding her hair would take way more effort than she was willing to put in she brushed it and simply hoped for the best because honestly what else is there to do.

Perhaps she should go to him instead of waiting for him to come to her, but that was a shit idea for a couple reasons, first of all she had no idea where he lived and second Charlie took her truck to Canada today to go fishing with Billy and Harry, and like she was going to drive the cruiser.

In a spur of boredom Bella grabbed a load of laundry, sorted and threw it in the washing machine. God this silence was deafening, how is it no noise could suffocate a person. Bella was about to actually turn on music when Sam walked through the front door.

"Bella, how's it hanging?" his voice rumbled through the house. Bella didn't know why but something about him just sort of made you do what he wanted and respond to him. It was strange.

"Well Sam I'm not hanging so it's not too bad." Bella gave her usual response to his question. It was a little morbid but there was some humor in there and that was better than just sitting in bed staring at him, which is how she first responded.

"Glad to hear it Bells, so what's on the agenda today?" He asked flopping on the couch as she walked in to the living room.

"Well I don't have anything really planned, what are you doing today?" She hedged, hoping for the invite she knew was coming.

"Well kid I worked cause that's what responsible people do, and I am having the boys over for a game night, Emily's idea of course." He smiled when he said her name, Bella wondered if she was like that when she had been with Edward.

"Oh that sounds fun" Bella said, a little sad he didn't initially include her in there, one can only be rejected so many times she guessed.

"Yeah it should be, beers, barbeque, watching Jared get pissed because I cheat at monopoly. You know what would make it even better though?"

"What?"

"If you came and brought the cookies you made yesterday. Emily is insisting I bring you around, she thinks that I've made you up." He laughed as Bella's face lit up.

"Sure I can go, can't have Emily thinking you're crazy or anything" Bella tried and failed at pretending to be nonchalant, her true give away was jumping up to grab the cookies.

"Wow someone is excited, I'm not going to lie Bells I didn't think you'd be interested in coming out today, Em and the guys are going to be so stoked!" Sam said as he stood up. "Lets roll"

Hey person who read this!

*Skip this if you want it won't hurt my feelings*

First of all thanks for your time I really do appreciate it. So here is the deal, I am a 20-year-old business student who shouldn't have sold out and should have gone to Oxford to study English like the plan originally was. My specialty is really essays and analytical writing so this story is my challenge to myself. I have always loves creative writing but I never felt I was good at it so I like so many go to seek the validation of strangers on the internet. My author's notes will never be this long again! But I have some things to say, REVIEWS I love them but I am not going to be that person who tells you to review so I'll update. CHAPTERS my goal is to write 3,000-10,000 words a chapter with this one being an obvious exception. I will try and update every one-two weeks but please be kind to me in I lapse on that I do work two jobs and am taking a summer course and am trying to beat Legend of Zelda Wind Waker while trying to have a life. Honestly guys though any advice would be awesome and if someone wants beta me that would be cool. I will finish this story; it is my goal to actually finish some piece of creative writing.

Ok so once again thanks so much for actually reading this and I hope to see you soon, well I wont see you and you wont see me but we can read each others words :D

- Ty