Chapter 1 – first sight

My mum drove me to the airport with the windows rolled down. It was seventy-five degrees in Phoenix, the sky a perfect, cloudless blue. I was wearing my favourite shirt – thin, white cotton so worn, it had more holes than any of my other clothes; I was wearing it as a farewell gesture. My carry-on item was a parka.

In the Olympic peninsula of Northwest Washington State, a small town named Forks exists under a near-constant cover of clouds. It rains on this inconsequential town more than any other place in the United States of America. It was from this town and its gloomy, omnipresent shade that my mother escaped with me when I was only a few months old. It was in this tiny town my dad still resided, probably fishing every weekend and working nearly every waking hour in between.

Since I had decided to move here I had quizzed my mum on Charlie and all she could remember about him, something I had never even thought to do before now.

It was to Forks I now exiled myself – an action I took with mixed emotions; I hated the rain, but I fucking detested Phill. And Phill, well... that's a long story for another time.

And I fucking loved Phoenix. I loved the sun and the blistering heat. I loved the vigorous, sprawling city; it was my escape. I had never thought of leaving it until my mum mentioned Charlie in passing, I was feeling especially bad that day and my interest was captured.

"You don't have to do this," my mum said to me – the last of a thousand times – before I got on the plane.

My mum looks like me, except with long hair and laugh lines... and the obvious. I felt a spasm of panic as I stared at her wide, child-like eyes. Shit, how could I leave my oblivious, erratic, harebrained mother to fend for herself? How could I leave her alone with Phill? I didn't trust Phill at all, but I guess it was me he hated; he adored my mum and she adored him too, but still...

"I want to go," I repeated, at first I didn't want to show exactly how much I wanted to go, but it seemed as if this was the only way she was going to let me leave...

"Tell Charlie I said hi."

"I will."

"I'll see you soon," she insisted, "You can come back whenever you want – I'll come right back as soon as you need me."

But I could see the sacrifice in her eyes behind that promise.

"Don't worry about me," I urged. "It'll be great. I love you, mum."

She hugged me tightly for a minute,and then I got on the plane, and then she was gone.

It's a four-hour flight from Phoenix to Seattle, another hour in a small plane up to Port Angeles, and then an hour drive back down to Forks. Flying doesn't bother me; the hour in the car with Charlie, though, I was a little worried about.

Charlie had been okay about the whole thing. He didn't protest too much that I was coming to live with him for the first time with any degree of permanence, for the first time ever since my mum walked out on him seventeen years ago. He'd agreed to enrol me in high school and to help me get a car.

But it was sure to be bloody awkward with Charlie. I wasn't what anyone would call verbose and everything I knew about him came from my mother's answers to my interrogation. I knew he was more than a little confused about my decision; in seventeen years, not a peep, and then suddenly I was moving in.

When I landed in Port Angeles, it was raining. I didn't see it as an omen – just unavoidable. I'd already said my goodbyes to the sun.

Charlie was waiting for me with the cruiser. This I was expecting too – since deciding to move to Forks, I had found out that my dad was the Chief of Police there... or here as I should say, now. My primary motivation behind buying a car, despite the scarcity of funds, was that while Charlie was at work – his metaphorical wife and kids, apparently – there was zero alternative means of transport... apart from my feet.

We both hesitated for a substantial amount of time before he gave me an awkward, one-armed hug and a pat on the back as I disembarked from the plane. I flinched as he moved towards me but I don't think he noticed since he was trying to ignore the awkwardness, just as I don't think he noticed how tense I was in his hug either...

"Um, nice to meet you, I guess," he said as he stepped away from me, "How's Renee?"

"Mum's fine... she said hi," I didn't know whether to call him Charlie or Dad to his face.

I only had a few bags. Most of my Arizona clothes were too permeable for Washington. My mum had tried to drag me shopping for some warmer clothes but there was hardly anything appropriate to be found in Arizona and I got off lightly with a promise to go shopping once I got here. So my two bags fit easily into the boot of the car.

"Er... we can go look at some cars for you next weekend," Charlie suggested.

I simply nodded, wondering how I was actually going to get to school all through the week... wait how was I even going to find my way to school?

"You seem to have a lot of Renee in you," he commented.

"Yeah..."

We exchanged a few more comments on the weather, which was wet, and that was pretty much it for conversation. We stared out the windows in silence.

It was stunning – the view – of course; everything was green: the many trees, their trunks covered with moss, their branches hanging with a canopy of it, the ground covered with ferns. Even the air filtered down greenly through the leaves.

It was so green – a complete one-eighty to what I was used to in Phoenix.

Eventually we made it to Charlie's. Apparently this was the house I spent my first few months of being alive in; this was the house he bought with my mother in the early days of their marriage. Those were the only kind of days their marriage had – the early ones. Shame. Personality wise – from what I had observed so far – I probably would have gotten along with Charlie.

It took only one trip to get all my shit upstairs. I got the west bedroom that faced out over the front yard. The room was pretty generic: plain, blue walls, old net curtains at the window, a small bed shoved against one wall. There was a desk that held a – probably third-hand – computer with the phone line for the modem stapled along the floor to the nearest phone jack. This was a stipulation from my mother, so we could keep in touch easily.

There was a small bathroom across the landing from my room, which I would have to share with Charlie – practically a stranger. I was trying not to dwell too much on that fact.

Another thing I learnt about Charlie: he doesn't hover. He left me alone to unpack and get settled, a feat that would have been altogether impossible for my mum. It was nice to be alone, not to have to endure the awkward silence of being in the same room as someone you should know... but you don't.

Forks High School had a frightening total of only three hundred and fifty-seven – now fifty-eight – students; there had been more than seven hundred people in my junior class alone back home. Everyone here had had grown up together – their grandparents had been toddlers together. I would be the new kid from the big city, an oddity, a freak.

After unpacking I made my way downstairs to get a drink, only to stand awkwardly at the bottom of the stairs as I found two more strangers in the house, one my age, one closer to Charlie's age and in a wheelchair, both of native American descent. They were all talking about some game that had possibly been on the TV recently... until Charlie noticed me.

"Oh, um..." he cleared his throat, "This is my friend Billy and his son Jacob; Billy, Jake, this is Edward." He introduced us, gesturing vaguely with his hands.

Didn't even mention I was his son. And judging by the confused looks still plastered across Billy and Jake's faces, they still had no idea who I was and what I was doing here.

Nice.

I gave an awkward wave before going to get myself a glass of water. An awkward silence had settled over everyone – and I had a feeling I was the cause – until Billy announced that he and Jake should get going as it was late and school started in the morning.

Once my thirst was satiated, I grabbed my shit and went into the communal bathroom to refresh myself after the day of travel. I looked at my face in the mirror as I ran my fingers through my tangled, damp hair. Maybe it was the light, but I could see how sallow I was, unhealthy. My skin was pale due to my ginger hair; it was mostly clear of freckles – a small miracle – and the washed out light here just made me look pasty.

Facing my pallid reflection in the mirror, I was forced to admit that I was lying to myself. It wasn't just physically that I had never fit in. And if I couldn't find a niche in a school with three thousand people, what were my chances here? I huffed and frowned to myself, then told myself to suck it up and stop being a whiny bitch and be grateful that I was here. With that, I decisively went to bed.

But not to sleep.

The constant whooshing of the rain and wind across the roof wouldn't fade into the background. I pulled the out-dated quilt over my head and later added the pillow, too, but I couldn't fall asleep until after midnight when the rain had quieted down to a lighter drizzle.

Breakfast with Charlie was a quiet event. He wished me luck at school; I thanked him. Charlie left early to go to the station and I was left to sit and ponder for only a few moments at the old square dining table, comparing the kitchen around me to my mum's memories... nothing had changed; before I realised that it would take me a hell of a lot longer to get to school with me walking. I literally startled myself into action.

Thick, damp, heavy fog swirled around me as I walked down the street to the school. It clung to my clothes and by the time I arrived at the school, the exposed skin on my face was completely raw. The hood of my raincoat – that had the distinct feel of a biohazard suit – had become damp on the inside too and was now irritating my bare ears.

Finding the school wasn't difficult – there weren't many wrong directions you could go in in Forks – and I thanked god I wouldn't have to spend more time wandering around out in the cold than I absolutely had to. I walked down a little stone path lined with dark hedges to the front office, I took a deep breath before opening the door.

My first impression of the inside of the school was purely: warmth. My face stung from the sudden change in temperature, but in a pleasant way, I gave a small moan of pleasure at the sensation. The office was bright and there were potted plants everywhere, like there wasn't enough greenery outside. The walls were hung with various awards and certificates and the was an obnoxiously loud clock ticking somewhere and it made me wonder how the receptionist could stand to sit in the room all day. The receptionist was a large, red-haired woman with glasses, who was manning a desk with multiple piles of sheets, forms and flyers.

The red-haired woman looked up. "Can I help you?"

"I'm Edward Masen," I informed her. I saw the immediate awareness light up her eyes; I was a topic of gossip no doubt. Son of the Chief's flighty ex-wife, come home at last... I wonder if everyone knew why my mum left.

"Of course," she said. She dug through a precariously stacked pile of documents on her desk till she found the ones she was looking for. "I have your schedule right here, and a map of the school." She placed several sheets on the counter to show me and I fumbled in my pockets – then progressing to my bag – as I tried to quickly find my glasses so I could actually see what she was trying to show me.

I was long-sighted so I only needed them for reading – thank god – but my mum wanted to make sure I didn't took like a geek anyway – she looked down on geeks a lot when she was in high-school – so she got me thick black frames with square lenses that she said were in fashion and suited me. I was kinda weedy so glasses would be that final push that would shove me over the edge into geekiness – which was not a good place to be.

The receptionist went through my classes for me, highlighting the best route to each on the map, and gave me a slip which I was to have each teacher sign, which I was then to bring back at the end of the day. She smiled at me and, like Charlie, wished me luck on my first day in forks. I smiled back, agreeing that I would need all the luck I could get.

The bell rang as I went back outside and I was now faced with the challenge of finding my first class. I looked up from my map and found myself in the car park, mostly filled with older cars – the only exception being a shiny silver Volvo. At home I'd lived in one of the few lower-income neighbourhoods that were included in the Paradise Valley District. It had been a common thing to see a new Mercedes or Porsche in the student car park. At least whatever I could buy now wouldn't stand out like the Volvo did.

I kept my hood pulled far over my head as I walked to the path, crowded with teenagers. My plain black jacket didn't stand out, I noticed with relief.

If I had time, I would have tried to memorise the map so I wouldn't have my nose stuck in it like a geek all day, but alas, it would not be so. Once I got around the canteen – the map still glued in front of my face, well, at least it hid my glasses – building three was easy to spot. A large black "3" was painted on a white square on the east corner. I adjusted my bag strap apprehensively and took a deep breath before giving myself a little pep talk. No-one was going to bite me. I finally exhaled and walked through the door just as the second bell rang.

The classroom was small. The people in front of me stopped just inside the door to hang up their coats on a long row of hooks. I copied them. They were two girls, one a fair blonde, the other also pale, with light brown hair. At least I wouldn't be the pasty freak here – well, I would still be pasty...

I took the slip up to the teacher, a fat, balding man whose desk identified him as Mr. Mason. Christ, how I hated my young, impressionable, four-year-old self. He gawked up at me once he saw my name – not an encouraging response – and of course, I just wished the ground would swallow me up. Painful or not, my demise would surely be better than this – standing around, in front of an audience, while I waited for the idiot teacher to get over my name – or my presence... whatever was bugging him. Finally, he sent me to an empty desk at the back of the classroom without making more of a spectacle of me. It was harder for my new classmates to stare at me in the back, but somehow, they managed. I kept my eyes on the reading list laying on the table in front of me, growing quickly relieved when I realised I'd already read all the books on the list. I briefly cursed myself for not thinking to bring all my old work with me while the teacher droned on in the background.

When the nasal buzzing sound, more commonly known as the bell, sounded at the end of the lesson, a gangly – though I couldn't really talk, I was pretty gangly myself – with skin problems and greasy hair twisted round to talk to me.

"Your Edward Swan aren't you?" he looked like the overly helpful, chess club type.

"Masen, actually. I changed my name when my mum remarried." Everyone within a three-seat radius turned to look at me.

"Where's your next class?" he asked.

I had to check in my bag. "Um, Government, with Jefferson, in building six."

There was nowhere to look without meeting curious eyes, so I settled on the bag that I was still trying to zip up.

"I'm headed towards building four, I could show you the way..." Definitely over-helpful. "I'm Eric," he added.

I nodded, "Thanks."

We got our jackets and headed out into the rain, which had picked up. I could have sworn several people behind us were walking close enough to eavesdrop. I hoped I wasn't getting paranoid.

"So this is a lot different than Phoenix, huh?" he asked.

"Very."

"It doesn't rain much there, does it?"

"Three or four times a year."

"Wow, what must that be like?" he wondered.

"Sunny," I told him.

"You don't look very tan."

Well, what do you expect from a fucking ginger? "My mother is part albino."

He studied my face apprehensively, and I sighed. It looked like clouds and a sense of humour didn't mix. A few months of this and I'd forget how to use sarcasm.

We walked back around the lunch hall, to the smooth buildings by the gym. Eric pointed out my class to me and then went to his own – thank god he didn't walk me to the door – wishing me luck as he went. What was it that obvious that I would need all the luck I could get just to make it through today? I nodded to him as I walked to the class room.

The rest of the morning passed in a similar fashion: curious eyes boring into me from every direction, being sent to an empty desk at the back... there was also one person who would come up to me and introduce themselves and show me to my next class – at least I didn't have to use the map again.

One girl sat near me in both Trig and Spanish; another over-helpful type who walked me between lessons and to the canteen. She was titch, about a foot shorter than me, but her big bushy hair made up half the difference between us. I couldn't remember her name so I just smiled and nodded as she prattled on about god knows what, I had long since given up trying to keep up.

We sat at the end of a full table with several of her friends who she introduced to me – and I forgot all their names as soon as she said them. They seemed impressed by her bravery in speaking to me. The guy from English, Eric, waved at me from across the room.

It was there, sitting in the lunchroom, trying to make conversation with seven curious strangers, that I first saw them.

They were sitting in the corner of the canteen, as far away from where I sat as possible in the long room. There were five of them. They weren't talking, they were hardly eating and they weren't gawking at me like the rest of the student body, so it was safe to stare at them without fear of meeting an excessively interested pair of eyes. But that wasn't what caught, and held, my attention.

They didn't look anything alike, of the three girls, one even tinier than Jess – barely reaching five foot and skinny as all hell to match. She had dark spiky hair and pale blue eyes. Another was was tall, blonde and statuesque – the definition of a super model; and the last... chestnut hair, chocolate eyes, slim but still with curves. She was the perfect balance of the other two.

The guys were opposites, one was big and broad with dark curly hair – I definitely wouldn't like to meet him down a dark alley – he obviously worked out, a lot. The other seemed to be his complete opposite, he was medium height, lean and looked like a Californian surfer with his shaggy blonde hair and blue eyes. They all had a look of aloofness about them as they sat, not really doing anything.

You could tell the only reason there wasn't a huge crowd around their table was that everyone was intimidated by their beauty – they all had perfect, even features... either that or they preferred being left alone – something I could sympathise with as Jess captured my attention again and I was drawn into a conversation about hairspray which I didn't participate in much – the most experience I had with hairspray being using it to make the odd flame-thrower, purely for recreational use of course.

Once I had ascertained that it would be safe for my attention – and eyes – to wander, my gaze went back to the table I was looking at before. My eyes ran over them, stopping and lingering most on the petite brunette – the most beautiful in my opinion – until she seemed to sense my eyes on her and look up at me. Our eyes met for only a moment before I blushed slightly – a very annoying habit – and looked down. The girl on the other side of me laid her hand on my arm to get my attention and started jabbering on about something I didn't have the patience to listen to, but I was the new kid here, and I kinda needed the friends.

The third time I stole a glance, it didn't go unnoticed. "Already crushing on the Cullens I see," said a slightly irritated Jessica next to me.

"The Cullens?" I asked, "They don't look related..."

"Yeah, they're all adopted by Dr. and Mrs. Cullen, Rosalie and Jasper are twins and the others are Emmett, Bella and Alice. They moved down here from Alaska a couple of years ago and they're all together." she whispered the last part with as much condemnation and shock as she could muster.

"Wow, a five-some."

Jessica looked at me as if my last comment was meant to be taken fucking seriously, "No, Rosalie – the blonde – is with Emmett, and Alice, the tiny one is with Jasper."

"Oh, silly me." That seemed to satisfy Jessica and she launched into another monologue about make-up or something to that effect.

While she was talking I thought about how kind it was of them to take in so many kids... which left me wondering why they were so isolated from everyone else. Then I was glad I wasn't the only freak here, maybe we could make a gang of outsiders... but another glance at them told me that that wouldn't go down too well with them. As my eyes roamed over Bella she looked up and narrowed her eyes at me before looking back at her adopted siblings.

I ended up being sat at the table with Jessica and her friends longer than I would've had I been sat alone, getting lost after lunch would be just what I needed on my first day here. One of my new acquaintances, who considerately reminded me that she was called Angela, had biology with me next period. She walked on one side with one of the guys who was sat the other end of the table – possibly named Mike Newton – while Jessica and Lauren walked on the other side as far as we were headed in the same direction, supplying enough conversation for the five of us between them.

When we entered the classroom, Mike and Angela went to sit at the black-topped lab tables that were exactly like the ones back in Phoenix, one small, familiar detail. They both already had neighbours, in fact, everyone had neighbours, bar one. Next to the centre isle I recognised Bella Cullen by her long shiny hair, sitting next to that single open seat.

I walked past her to go and introduce myself to the teacher, feeling selfconscious as I felt every pair of eyes in the classroom bore into me. And as a result, I turned into a klutz. I tripped and fell into Bella Cullen's table. There were giggles and chortles coming from everywhere in the classroom – apart from the seat next to me. She suddenly went rigid in her seat. She stared at me, meeting my eyes with a hostile, furious expression. I looked down quickly, surprised and going red again and stumbled my way to the front of the room.

Mr. Banner signed my slip and handed me a book with no shit about instructions. I could tell we were going to get along. Of course he had no choice but to send me to the one open seat in the middle of the room. I kept my eyes averted as I sat down next to her, trying to console myself with the fact that it was only one person who hated me so far, and I would only have to sit next to her for one lesson.

I didn't look up as I set my book on the table and got my glasses out. I saw her huff and flip her hair over her shoulder, and then shifted to the other side of the desk. Fucking fine then. I rolled my eyes and bent over my work, letting my hair fall into my eyes – a long standing defence mechanism. I had no idea what about me bothered her, and I wasn't going to worry my fucking head off over it.

I tried to pay attention to the teacher, but unfortunately the lecture was on cellular anatomy which I had done before. I took notes anyway, to keep me occupied for the hour – I don't care if I only just met her, sitting next to anyone who seems to hate you for an hour is long and uncomfortable.

I could see her hand balling into a fist and her jaw clenching as if I was angering her by just sitting here. I sighed – which just seemed to irritate her even more – and continued with writing my half-arsed notes. I spent the half of the lesson doodling in the margin of my note book, until I snuck another look at Bella – she still looked like she was sat on a stinking cactus. Then she turned and glared at me and the phrase if looks could kill ran through my mind briefly, she then jumped up and raced out of the classroom as soon as the bell went.

No wonder they were all sat alone at their table, it wasn't because of their intimidating looks or because they kept to themselves, it was because they were jerks... well, I know Bella was a jerk, to be fair I couldn't really say that about the rest of them. I guess in her case beauty was only skin deep.

I started to gather my things, her abrupt departure a sore reminder that life wasn't fair and that maybe fresh starts weren't always possible. I moved slowly, obviously miffed at the turn my day had recently taken. Then the guy that walked with me and Angela after lunch came up to me and my mind chose that moment to go completely blank.

"Hi... sorry, I knew your name an hour ago, I promise."

"Mike," he smirked at me.

"Hi Mike."

"Do you need any help finding your next class?"

I checked my schedule briefly, "I've actually got PE next, I think I can find it."

"That's my next class, too." He seemed excited, though it wasn't that big of a coincidence in a school this small.

It turned out that – now he could actually get a word in edgeways – he was quite chatty, although nowhere near as chatty as Lauren and Jessica. He told me things about himself and not the incredibly superficial things like how much make up he wore and how long it took him to do his hair that morning. He told me he had lived in California till he was ten so he knew how I felt about the sun and assured me that – although I probably would never like the weather – I would eventually get used to the rain. It turned out he was in my English class as well and, apart from Angela, he was the nicest person I'd met all day.

But as we were walking into gym he asked, "So I see you've met Bella Cullen."

"Is she always like that?"

"Yeah, her and Rosalie are the worst. They usually glare and ignore anyone who comes near them, but she seemed especially pissed off today."

"Fucking great," I muttered to myself. Mike just chuckled and turned to go to the lockers while I went to find the teacher and hand him – or her – the new kid slip.

The teacher told me to just sit and watch today since I didn't have anything to change into. So for another whole hour I sat with nothing to do and using minimal brain capacity; all in all, apart from the whole Bella Cullen incident as it shall now be forever known, it was a pretty good afternoon.

When the final bell rang at the end of the day, I hurried out of the hall and walked to the office to return my paperwork. The weather hadn't improved since this morning, although the rain had eased up slightly, the wind was stronger and colder, rendering my hood ineffectual and useless. I wrapped my arms around myself.

I almost moaned in pleasure once I reached the warm office, like this morning. But I managed to choke back the sound threatening to slip from my lips.

Bella Cullen was stood at the desk in front of me, I recognised again the long mahogany tresses. She didn't appear to notice my entrance so, to keep it that way, I leant against the back wall and waited for my turn, slightly thankful that I got to spend more time in the warm.

She was arguing with the receptionist in a sweet and innocent sounding voice. I quickly picked up the gist of the argument; she was trying to trade from sixth-hour biology to another time – any other time.

I just couldn't believe all this fucking commotion was about me. It had to be something else, something that had happened before I entered the biology room. The look on her face must have been about some other aggravation entirely. It was impossible that a stranger had taken such a sudden intense dislike to me.

The door opened next to me, bringing a cold gust of wind in and making me shiver. The girl who entered dropped a piece of paper in a wire basket but was noisy enough to draw Bella Cullen's attention to where I was. As soon as she saw me her face went from mild irritation to pure, all-consuming loathing and abhorrence. I was taken aback by the strength of her hate for me but she quickly turned back to the receptionist.

"Never mind, I can see it's impossible," she spat hastily and disappeared out the door, like I was contaminating the very air she was breathing.

I watched her blankly for a minute before sliding up to the desk and placing the signed slip on it.

"Are you okay dear?" the receptionist asked, obviously she hadn't missed what had transpired between Bella Cullen and me.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just not looking forward to walking to walking home in this weather."

"Oh, poor dear, don't you have a car?"

"Nah, I'm meant to be getting one at the weekend and Charlie's still at work." I shrugged and turned away to begin the long, cold walk home.

I was so grateful that Charlie had told me where he kept the spare key. I fell through the door in my haste, actually landing on my front and kicking the door closed behind me. I lay there shivering for a bit, until I had finally warmed up enough to be able to move. Once I did, I shed my boots and coat and bag and went to find a radiator to lay against and further defrost my fingers and toes.

I had never known this kind of cold was possible.

Once I had melted, I looked in the cupboards and the fridge finding only the most basic of ingredients. I sighed and decided I could make omelette later, there was no way I was going out in that again tonight.

For lack of anything better to do, I did the homework that I had got today, keeping an eye on the time, as was habit by now. Charlie had said he usually got home by seven and I was a little nervous about that. At quarter to seven I started making his omelette, using the bacon, cheese and mushrooms. I had found some old pots of spices that I sprinkled a little of in the batter to make it a little less bland and hoped Charlie would like it.

I put his plate on the table at seven and then turned back to the cooker to make my own, before gasping and turning abruptly to the fridge. How could I have forgotten? I placed the open beer on the table and then went to make my own omelette. My hands were shaking slightly as I heard the door open, maybe this was a bad idea, maybe I should've gone to the shop and got some decent ingredients to make a decent meal. I started panicking.

I fumbled around with my omelette as Charlie came into the kitchen, not daring to look him in the eye.

"Oh," he grunted in surprise and I started wondering if I was even allowed to make him dinner. "You didn't have to do this Edward."

Shit. Crap. Fuck. "I'm sorry, Charlie, I didn't mean anything – I didn't know, I – I'm sorry..." I started rambling. I also started hyperventilating and I could feel tears gathering in my eyes as I tried not to burn myself with the pan as I tried to look busy... I don't know why I always did this, it never worked.

"Edward." I cringed, almost knocking the pan on the floor. "I didn't say that you weren't allowed. Just... never mind. Thanks for the food."

I nodded taking a deep, cleansing breath now that it appeared nothing would happen and finished plated up my own food and joined him at the table, still not looking directly at Charlie... Maybe living here wouldn't be so bad.


A/N - ok so usually this goes at the top but i like being different... mostly.

And I know that practically all of that chapter was taken directly from Twilight, but as the story progresses, there will be more of a difference although Dusk will stil follow a similar plot line

so, the summary:- when Edward Masen moves to the gloomy town of Forks and meets the mysterious and bitchy Isabella Cullen, his life is turned upside down and the truth about his life and his parents are uncovered. As Edward begins to learn he truth and what will become of him when the time is right, he begins to draw the attention of the Cullens and people he's not yet ready to face.

please please please review this one!