I made a change to last chapter. Rosalie is actually 22 not 18; that was a mistake from the first draft I suppose.
Oh and did everyone watch the theatrical trailer of New Moon? I know I did!


Present Day – 2007

Bella POV

"Mum I want to go to Forks." It felt like the millionth time I had told her this. I was almost starting to believe this myself. My mum and dad had divorced when I was thirteen years old. My mum recently married to a minor league baseball player named Phil. He's a good guy. The reason for leaving Phoenix was so my mum wouldn't have to stay at home all the time with me. She often stayed home while Phil traveled, but it made her unhappy.

"Well if anything changes you can call me at anytime okay sweetheart." She said holding my face in her hands and kissing my forehead.

"Okay Mum. I have to go now. My plane's boarding now. I'll miss you." I said giving her a kiss on the cheek and giving Phil a hug.

I walked on to the plane and waited for my future with my dad is sunless Forks. Great! Unfortunately being on a plane by myself gives me a lot of time to think. Which can be a dangerous. The memory I always seem to think about was when my parents told me I was adopted. Of course I suspected this for a while. Considering I don't look like either of them, but I was glad they told me the truth. I've always wondered who my parents were and also the big question: why did they leave me on a door step of Forks police station? Even though I've never met them nor do I know who they are I do have to one piece of jewellery that holds a bit of my past. My bracelet. I never go any where without it. I like to think it belonged to my mother. Something for me to always remember her by. Like she never wanted to let me go. That thought usually takes me to my earliest memory. A young, beautiful blonde woman. I think she's my mum but it could just be something that my own imagination has conjured up over the years. But it's always the same woman. Even in my dreams at night.

Before I knew it the plane had landed. I was in Seattle. I saw my Dad there waiting for me. He gave me an awkward hug. As always. Charlie was never one to show much emotion. It's just the way he is. I'm a bit like that as well. Charlie and Renee are complete opposites. It's a wonder they were even married.

"Hi Dad." I said as he gave me the awkward hug. I think he's still glad I call him Dad sometimes. After telling me I was adopted I think he feared I would disown him or something. But I could never do that to them.

"How was the flight?" He asked me.

"Okay."

We arrived in Forks. It was of course pouring down with rain. As we pulled into the driveway I saw on old Chevy truck.

"Whose truck is that?" I asked Dad, genuinely curious.

"You're homecoming present."

"Really? No way!" I said as I leaned over and gave my Dad a hug. Well this saves walking to school in the rain or being driven around in the police cruiser.

After I got over my excitement we walked upstairs to my room. It was nothing special. A few pictures stuck on the wall from when I was younger. And of course the rocking chair my parents bought shortly after I was found in Forks. I explored the town in my new-old truck. Not much had changed since I was last here a few years ago. I went to bed early that night. I had school tomorrow. I just hoped I wouldn't get much attention. But being a small town, the Chief's daughter back to live in town would be the biggest gossip of the year.


First day of school. It's the middle of the semester. Great! I arrived at school and headed over to the office. The lady there gave me a small slip I was required to get signed by all my teachers and a schedule and a map of the school. Even though I don't think it would be too hard to navigate around the school. I sat in my truck studying the map and the timetable so I wouldn't have to bring it out. I hopped out of my truck. There were quite a few old cars there. So my truck really didn't stand out. A car which did stand out was a silver Volvo. I wonder who that could belong too.

My first class English and already I've got an admirer. Mike Newton. I guess I'm going to have to put up with him for a while. A few more classes passed and it was lunch time. I met a few students who offered me a seat with them at lunch. I guess I had no other choice but to accept. The nicest out of the group would have been Angela Webber. She didn't say much but she was the nicest. She didn't ask all the questions about where I came from, and how I was liking Forks. To be honest I wasn't liking Forks that much. I don't really like the rain or the cold.

I glanced around the cafeteria and a group of people stood out. They were all beautiful and they all looked like they came straight out of a magazine or something where everything is perfection. There was a big, muscular guy. He looked really intimidating. He was sitting with a beautiful blonde woman who looked like a swimsuit model. Sitting next to her was a tall blonde male and a next to him would a woman who could only be described as a pixie. She looked very short with black spiky hair. And the last boy, he had bronze messy hair. Even though it looked messy it sort of suited him. A lot.

"Who are they?" I asked Jessica.

"The Cullen's." She started. Then the bronze haired boy looked up at us as if he had heard Jessica say the name. He looked back down and continued picking at his food. "They're Doctor and Mrs. Cullen's foster kids. They moved down here from a Alaska a few years a go. The muscular guy is Emmett Cullen and he's with the blonde woman Rosalie Hale. Beside Rosalie is her twin brother Jasper and he's with Alice."

I looked around at the table again. I stopped and looked at Rosalie a little longer than the rest of them. She looked familiar. But I knew it was impossible to have even met her. The next person that had caught my eye was the bronze haired boy.

"Who's he?" I asked. She seemed to have forgotten him.

"Oh, that's Edward Cullen. Don't waste you're time with him. Nobody here's good enough for him." She scoffed. She must have been rejected as some time. I looked back at the boy named Edward and saw him glaring at me. I looked away quickly. I wonder what his problem was.

The bell rang for the next class. I had biology. I gave my slip to Mr. Banner the biology teacher. He told me to sit next to Edward Cullen. Through out the lesson he glared at me. He really must have something against me. As soon as the end of class bell rang he left straight away. I gathered my things and walked out, only to be interrupted by, of course, Mike. Could he just leave me alone? He's like a lost puppy.

"Gees, what'd you do to Cullen?" Mike asked me. I decided to play dumb.

"Oh was that who I was sitting next to?"

"He looked like he was in pain or something."

"Oh, well I never talked to him."

I was glad when school was finally over. I went to the grocery store to buy food for home. Since Charlie usually ate at the diner every night. I got home and checked my emails and sent Renee an email. I tried to sound as enthusiastic in the email as possible. Hopefully she won't see through that. I went to bed early that night. Hopefully I would be able to get some sleep. The constant rain always kept me up at night.

The next day of school was just as uneventful. Unfortunately people still stared at me. Really I was just the Chief's daughter. They just couldn't get over that could they. I noticed as I parked my old truck that the Volvo was no where to be seen. Instead a red BMW was parked there. I guessed it was the Cullen's car. They are obviously loaded. I headed over to my English class.

"Morning Bella," greeted Eric. Eric isn't as bad as Mike is. But he comes in very close.

"Morning Mike," I hoped he wouldn't ask me about the weather.

"What do you think of this weather?" He asked me. Damn it. He just did.

"It's wet." Was all I responded. He seemed to laugh at my observation. I didn't find it very funny.

"Welcome to Forks," Eric so humbly said. I grimaced.

"Yep," was my grand answer!

"You wouldn't happen to be related to Rosalie Hale?" That question certainly caught me off guard.

"No," I said slowly, "I don't think so anyway. Why?" I thought it was a very peculiar question to ask me.

"You look very similar that's all. You know the long wavy hair. Similar facial features," he simply shrugged.

That little statement made me think. I don't actually know who my biological family is. So anything is possible I suppose. The teacher started the class. Thank goodness. No more questions hopefully.