Ooh, I do love a nice juicy bit of controversy…

It seems opinions were divided on the last chapter, and I can't say I blame you all. But the purpose of making Bella's behaviour so extreme was to make her meeting with Edward and, through him, her redemption, all the more intense. So I'm sorry for offense caused, truly. Please bear with me-- I don't like Bella much at the moment, either.

Also, I think I'm going to edit the last chapter. You were right-- I think I might have taken it too far.

Thanks anyway, I appreciate your opinions!

I stepped off of the plane, glancing warily around for the unfamiliar face of my father. It wasn't like I knew him, really-- he and Renee had broken up when I was only four, and we'd stayed away since then. That was fine, I didn't much care about him anyway. He'd never been part of my life.

And now he was going to be a huge part. My legal guardian. I snorted in response to the thought, causing an aloof businesswoman to sniff condescendingly in my direction. I glared in return, and she sashayed away, probably to some expensive limousine that would take her to some fancy downtown apartment…

For a moment, I lost myself, imagining myself in her high-class life. It was something I'd never achieve, much as I wanted it…

But then my dreams were shattered as I heard a voice call my name, and remembered exactly where I was. Forks. Tiny, insignificant… they probably didn't even know what a limousine was, here. I moaned to myself. What the hell had Renee done?

"Isabella?"

My name again. Coming from a balding man who was hurrying towards me, his moustache quivering violently.

"Charlie?"

"Um, yeah…" He glanced over my appearance, and his brow furrowed. I almost laughed out loud. This was the effect I generally had on adults, and it always amused me.

"Great."

"Is that all your luggage?" Huh. He didn't seem to be one for beating around the bush. I glanced down at my battered black rucksack and snorted.

"Hardly. This is just the hand crap. My real stuff will be around…somewhere."

"Oh, right…" He turned away, gesturing towards a sign that read LUGGAGE. "There?"

I rolled my eyes. Stating the obvious, much? "Duh. I'll go get it."

I turned abruptly away, stalking over to the baggage carousel, searching for my suitcase. The stuff hadn't started arriving yet, and people were crowding around, waiting for it. I pushed my way to the front of the crowd, uncaring about who I hit. When the first suitcase fell, I scowled. It was crisp, cream and obviously expensive. And, aside from that… there was loads of it! I watched, incredulous, as more and more matching items appeared. Was this some kind of joke?

But then an annoyingly high-pitched, excited voice sounded, from right behind me.

"Em! Jazz! Ed! There it is!"

I turned around to locate the source of the noise, probably to throw a few choice swear words at the girl, but stopped suddenly. I felt my jaw drop, and my cheeks flush.

A group of people stood directly behind me, five in all. The one who had spoken was probably the one nearest me. She was tiny, her black hair spiked in random directions. Behind her were three boys-- Blonde, Brown and an odd bronze colour. Brown was huge. Beyond huge, really; muscles of a bodybuilder were clear beneath even his loose shirt. Next to him was the blonde-haired man, as tall as the first, but not nearly as muscled, his flaxen hair falling into his eyes. And then there was the other one, the youngest. His messy bronze hair was wild, and his eyes were an intense gold…

…And he was staring right at me. I fought to tear my gaze away from him, focussing on the others with him.

Behind them was a girl, blonde, and utterly perfect. She looked bored, as she studied her manicured nails.

They were all so different, and yet… they looked so alike. Same pale skin, straight features… same striking golden eyes.

Oh, and they were all incredibly beautiful. Like, airbrushed-magazine-movie-star-beautiful. I glanced around, clamping my jaw with a snap as I searched for some kind of film crew… paparazzi, maybe. Perhaps they were shooting a movie. But there was no-one in sight…

The boys all stepped forward and around me. Between them, somehow, they managed to retrieve all of the matching bags, and stowed them on four airport trolleys. They barely fit.

And then they turned away, seemingly oblivious to the stares that they were receiving, as if they got them all the time. Mind you, they probably did…

Dazed, I shook my head and reached to pull my own, comparatively pathetic suitcase from the carousel, dragging it back towards my father. I bumped into several people, my inherited clumsiness getting the better of me. I scowled as I tripped again, only to be caught suddenly, by a pair of cold arms. I glanced upwards, shocked, only to see the face of the bronze-haired angel staring down at me. If possible, he was even more perfect in close proximity. I fought back the sudden urge to kiss him, as I might have done had we met in some sweaty club, back home. His breathtaking golden eyes met mine, curiosity shining through them. But there was something else, too… something I could not recognise, no matter how I tried.

And then he spoke, and I almost fainted right there, in his arms. His voice was as beautiful as the rest of him. And it sounded amused. "You should watch where you're going…"

I went into immediate lockdown, the familiar hardened walls causing me to stiffen, and extricate myself from his embrace. I sneered back at him. "Maybe you should mind your own fucking business."

His expression changed dramatically. It was suddenly confused. Hurt? I hoped so… He was probably used to having girls throw themselves at him.

"Oh… right. Sorry." He sounded unsure now, though his voice was still angelic.

I could think of no reply, and turned, stalking away. I'd only embarrass myself again.

When I reached him again, Charlie raised an eyebrow questioningly, and I sneered up at him, still too annoyed by him to feign politeness. Not that I did that much, anyway…

"What the fuck? Can we just leave?"

His eyebrow raised a fraction more at my language, but he nodded wordlessly and turned away, towards the exit, taking my case from me.

I couldn't help but look around for those people again. Particularly the one with bronze hair…

They were nowhere in sight.

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