Disclaimer: This does not belong to me but to the lovely Stephenie Meyer.

Halfway through my sixth grade year I found out the news that would change my life, family, and friends forever.

The day was February 15, 2002 and it started off as most of my days usually did.

I woke up at exactly 6:30 am, took a shower, got dressed, and went down to eat breakfast. As I was finishing up my breakfast of Cinnamon flavored Pop tarts Emmett walked down the stairs lazily dressed and ready for the day.

Emmett drove me to school in his Black beat up Jeep and dropped me off at the front. He honked a good bye as I walked into school and went directly to the library. I waved at Ruth, the librarian, and started rereading my favorite book of all time, Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte. I lost myself in the woes of Heathcliff and Catherine. The story from my weathered book could get me through any awful school day and it was a perfect way for me to start the day.

In the mornings I always spent my time in the library before school because nobody could bother me. Almost no one in this school knew where the library even was. It was also one of the only places open an hour before school started. After my hour of reading I pulled myself away and met Alice by my locker where we then walked to homeroom together. As I was sitting down in my desk in homeroom I heard my name called over the loud speaker and evidently I was needed in the office.

During my long walk to the office I thought about why they might have needed me. I thought that they might have taken my request about volunteering in the office to heart and they were going to let me do it. I was so set on the visit to the office being a good thing that I didn't even expect it to be a remote possibility of the visit being a bad thing.

When I arrived at the office I saw my grandparents talking to Mrs. Cope, the office secretary. This is very unusual because my dad's parents live in London and London is quite a bit away from little ol' Forks, Washington. This should have been the first sign that something going wrong.

They stopped talking as soon as they saw me and my grandmother or Nana, as I called her, looked at me with tears in her eyes.

"Oh, Isabella! Sweet heart, I love you. What are we going to do with you? Awe, come give your Nana a hug." My nana told me.

I said, "I don't understand what you're saying Nana. What happened? Are you okay? What is going on?"

She told me that we were not going to discuss it at the office because we were going to miss our flight. This news made me incredibly confused because I didn't remember my parents telling me that our grandparents were coming to visit or that I was going to go visit them. This should have been the second sign that something was wrong. My parents and I always talked about what was going on.

Mrs. Cope waved good bye to me as my grandparents escorted me out and we bypassed my locker much to my dismay because my book was being held hostage there. My grandparents did not talk the whole way to their car nor did we once we got into the car and started to drive. As we passed the high school I wondered why we weren't picking up Emmett. When I asked my grandmother this she told me that everything would come to be known soon. I didn't know what this meant either so I settled in and just watched as the rainy scenery went by. This should have been the third sign that something was wrong. I never go anywhere without my brother or at least I don't usually get out of school when my brother doesn't.

I realize now that I should have seen the signs and been more forceful in demanding answers but I was only in sixth grade and what sixth grader, no matter how much they enjoy learning, wants to question the fact that they are being pulled out of school early.

As weird as it sounds now, I didn't say anything even as we pulled up to the airport in Seattle or when we were checking in at the airport for an international flight or when the TSA officer was checking over my passport and putting a stamp for England in it. I didn't question my grandparents, I just went along. I think even then before I knew what was going on that I knew something was wrong and that I should just go along. Even though I know now what happened and that my grandparents were trying to just do what was best for me I still wish I would have stayed and faced the music.

When the plane took off I thought about my family and how I should have been going to lunch now and I thought about how Emmett would be sending me a stay strong text while Edward sent me a smiley face text. I had always had a huge, mega, triple watt crush on Edward but he was a junior or 11th grader and I was only a 6th grader. I also thought about how awful I looked at the moment with my puppy shirt and grey sweats with my rainbow sneakers. Nobody could ever like me especially Edward.

While I was thinking through this I realized how tired I was and I fell fast asleep against my grandpa's shoulder. I slept through the whole flight and only woke up as the pilot was telling us that we were about to touch down in London.

Again I stress that I should have been aware what was going on and not have been so calm about this whole taking me to a different country without my parents but I wasn't and that was my fault.

We landed in London and got off the plane, collected our luggage, and then headed on our way to my grandparents townhouse. The whole way there I was quiet but I knew as soon as we got there that I would be asking a lot of questions because I was really starting to miss my mom and dad.

As we walked into the house my grandmother told me to make myself at home and I completely burst. I was confused and hurt and I needed answers. I realized that whatever was going on had to be a big thing and I needed to ask. I was in London for goodness sake. As my grandma realized that I had had enough she told me we should sit down in the lounge. I sat in the settee while my grandparents sat across from me on the sofa. I knew that something was about to happen but I obviously didn't know what.

My grandparents sat down and told me everything. As my grandmother explained that my mother, the person I trusted the most, cheated on my father with Phil Dwyer, a world renown actor, my heart dropped down to my knees. I was extremely upset and not just because my mother kept a secret from me but because she ruined a family that was so perfect.

I learned that as soon as my father found out about the affair he worried about me first. He called my grandparents, his parents, and had them come down here and take me to England. He then told them that they should wait until they got me to England to tell me anything. They told me that he wanted to protect me for when the affair broke out into the open. Phil Dwyer is the famous actor for the hit movie series, Sun Down, which was about a vampire that had wondered the Earth for hundreds of years looking for his mate until he finally came across her who was a mortal. This was one of my absolute favorite book series and favorite movies.

It also bothered me that my father chose to send me away instead of keeping me there. Right now I really needed my family. I was offended because he was only 22! My mother was dating someone who was only 11 years older than me and only 5 years older than my brother. I missed my brother and my dad and even my mom.

My nana tried to explain to me that my father had my best interests at heart and that he was just trying to save me and keep me away from the paparazzi. I guess I knew that he was trying to protect but it still hurt that he thought I couldn't handle it but Emmett could. I also didn't know why he would take me away from my second family, the Cullen's, or my best friend, Alice, or even from my eternal crush, Edward. I didn't know how long I was staying here.

As much as my dad and grandparents tried to protect me and keep me safe I still broke down. I would name this next year from February 15, 2002 to February 15, 2003 the "transition" year. The week after I was told the news was the worst I have ever experienced. I stopped eating, I stopped sleeping, I stopped talking, I was not leaving. My grandparents were so worried about me that they took me to a hospital. I stayed in the hospital for three weeks and those three weeks helped me put everything into perspective.

I checked out of the hospital as a new person, I didn't care about my family or friends, I was me and that was all I cared about. I got letters, texts, and phone calls from everyone, even my mother, but I didn't answer, I was stubborn but I also wanted to start anew. I was happy that nobody had found out where I was, I was happy that the paparazzi didn't know where I was and I was even happy that my family didn't know where I was.

I remember how much everyone begged me to come home. I started to wonder whether my father told them that it wasn't my choice to leave. I didn't correct them though because I was a new person and I didn't want to look back on the past. I was looking toward the future and only the future for now on.

Eventually everything stopped though and as much as I didn't want to admit it, it hurt. It hurt that they didn't care enough to keep contacting me even though I didn't respond. I guess what hurt the most though was when Edward stopped sending me texts. You could say that I just had a little bit of puppy love towards Edward but I knew that it was much bigger than that. I assume people knew that I had a crush on him but I know that we could never happen even though I really wanted us to happen. You could also say that I didn't contact anybody because I really didn't want to have to go back to my life in Forks anymore. I was finally away from the bullying and away from all of that hurt. I had a great support system there but here I didn't need one here because I was a whole new me. I was also holding back hope that possibly I could change enough here for Edward to return his feelings towards me.

My nana introduced me to her two best friends who then in turn introduced me to their two granddaughters. Little did they know that they had just introduced me to my two new best friends.

Zafrina and Charlotte were exactly the kind of people I needed to start anew. These two were the ones who started my transition from an ugly duckling into a blossoming swan.

A/N: Edited version of Chapter Two. Hope to have more chapters out soon!

With love,

Booneswag