Sooo sorry for the many posts on this chapter, I was experiencing technical difficulties. Thank you to anyone who has read my first chapter, I hope someone is enjoying this. So here is Chapter 2, it will include a quick cameo by Carlisle, Emmitt and the One with bronze JBF hair. I apologize for the slow start, but I feel the need for some background. So, since I jump around a lot between what's happening around Bella and what's happening in her head, I have decided to put the inner monologue in italics and real life in standard text.

I do not own Twilight or any of its characters.

I was driving a big rig, hauling logs, bopping along to Hard Travelin' by the Kingston Trio. Then it hit me this was my life for all my aspirations in high school I became a truck driver? I told them they were ruining my life by moving to Forks, I wonder if they now realize I was right? How did I end up here? I could feel the tears welling in my eyes as I looked out into the side view mirror. I opened my mouth to scream…

My would-be scream woke me from the horrid dream; I was covered in sweat. I raked my hands across my face; it felt smooth and seemed to return to its natural position when I pulled on the skin. I jumped out of bed staring at my reflection in the mirror on my desk. I still looked like me; well, maybe with the exception of the bags and puffy red eyes. That can't be my future, my reflection in the dream had saggy, weathered skin with discolorations marking my face, fuck, I only saw my face but it sure looked like I had been rode hard and put away wet a few too many times. Shuddering I turned away from the mirror to look out the window.

It was grey and wet outside, reminding me of where I was, Forks. Turning to the clock it was already 6. I don't have to be at school until 8, thanks to my new home and school it won't take me 3 interstates and an hour and a half of rush hour traffic to get there, so I should have more than enough time. The memory of the last couple of days flashed in my mind as I readied myself and set out for my morning run...

"You really don't get it do you? You are ruining my life; I have worked very hard doing well in school, balancing friends, Jake, basketball and all my other commitments. Do you really think the type of schools I want to go to are gonna come looking for me in the middle of nowhere? I'll probably end up at some crappy state school, maybe I can major in under water basket weaving, make my way on to a few volumes of 'Girls Gone Wild.'" Ok maybe I'm being a tad melodramatic, but damn it I think I'm entitled. "Ooh, or better yet I can skip school, live with you and dad and wait tables at the diner. I guess I should stop by a shelter and pick out my first cat it's not like I'm gonna have any friends or life in Forks I'll have plenty of time to dote on my new baby. No wait, I'll get two cats, a boy and a girl they can pop out a few litters. That way by the time you and dad pass away I will already have solidified my position in town as the lonely old cat lady. God knows I probably won't have sex again, thank you for that mother. My vag thanks you too. I bet dad will be happy when it shrivels up with cob webs inside from the lack of use. I guess I don't need these anymore!" Rummaging through my purse I chucked my birth control out the window somewhere on I-5.

I succeeded in inducing a full blown panic attack complete with tears streaming down my face. So much for that not gonna cry mantra. I was trying to slow my freak-out when Renee handed me a bottle of water. She never took her eyes off the road as she drove. When my hiccups slowed and I caught my breath she looked over at me with barely veiled disappointment. That was not a look I was accustomed to seeing from either of my parents, I knew I had pushed my tantrum too far.

"Isabella Marie Swan." Eek my name as a statement, that's never good. "Stop it, that is enough! I have listened to you bitch, whine and bemoan without complaint for the last ten hours. I understand you feel this move is inconveniencing you, but guess what, you are not the first person to relocate during high school, you're not the last and you will survive. You can make this the best experience or you can make it the worst. You are in control; your attitude is what will determine ability to make friends, achieve your goals, and find happiness."

Wow, I can't believe her. It took me a moment to pull myself together. I closed my slackened jaw, clenching it for a moment, and then crossed my arms before I said, "Fine, I choose to be miserable then!" That was the last thing I said during the move. We stopped for the night shortly after that at a Courtyard by Marriott. Of course, it's a Marriott. Renee has to earn her points for her hair-brained plan to earn enough Marriott reward points to spend a month in Europe using only reward points to pay for the rooms. I slept like the dead that night, got up the next day showered dressed and jumped back in the truck. Still refusing to speak, thank god for Renee's chronic case of TB (tiny bladder) I didn't even have to speak to request potty breaks. I am acting like a complete and total shit, but whatever aren't teenagers supposed to act like shits with their parents? At some point in time Renee couldn't take the quiet, one sided conversations anymore so she traded places with Charlie. Charlie was ok with the silence even if it was tense. He put his trusty travel mix CD in the cheep ass stereo system and lost himself in the miles we covered listening to the Kingston Trio.

I was tempted to sing along several times, it reminded me of a normal road trip with my family. Dad has always played the K Trio when we traveled, Renee and I would sing along with the silly folk music laughing the whole time. Charlie would join us once the silliness finally overtook him. It always seemed to make the time pass more quickly. I could feel my foot tapping to the beat of 'Everglades', but stopped when Charlie stole a quick glanced at the floorboard with a smirk. Oh yeah, I almost forgot I'm currently in full-on pout mode, 'cause that is sure to make them change their minds about the move. Charlie just sighed at me and we finished our drive to our new home not saying a word to each other listening to his favorite travel music play over and over again.

It was late the Thursday night before Labor Day weekend, when we pulled into the driveway of our now current home, grandma's house. I grabbed my bag and headed up the stairs. I walked into my new room; it was comfortable and familiar. I always stayed in this room when we visited. I pulled out my iPod, plugged in my headphones, found my playlist titled "People with Daddy Issues" and hit play. After I changed into boxers and a tank I grabbed my phone and sent a quick message home.

-Hey guys just got in. I MISS U GUYS! If i run away will u take me in? :-(

Jaci – Aw babe it can't be that bad, u just got there. U know ur always welcome here!

Lucy – The guest house is waiting. We miss u too. *Kisses*

There wasn't really much else to say, I was sad and missing home but I really didn't feel like crying again. My chest began to tighten thinking about my current situation. I hated that I felt so alone and disconnected from everyone. I really wanted to talk to Jake. I stared at his face and number wishing I had the balls to push call. As the opening cords of Better Man played through my ear buds I turned the screen off and curled up in a ball and willing myself to sleep.

I awoke Friday morning with the intent of putting my big-girl panties on and speaking to my parents again. I showered quickly, dressed in some yoga pants and a jogging tank. I figured I could grab a quick bite and help Charlie unload the truck. Thankfully we didn't bring much furniture; there was no need really with grandma's house already fully furnished. Renee did insist on her own chachkies and shit because as she said, "Charlie, I love your mother and that house, but I'm neither post-menopausal nor pushing seventy. I refuse to live in a house with all those doilies. Crochet was not meant to be a decor theme it's only good for afghans. Besides your mother's porcelain friends give me the creeps." So we packed up all Renee's crap to swap it out with grandma's crap, I guess we should store grandma's crap it will come in handy during my future my lonely cat lady days, sorry grandma. I couldn't help but snort quietly and shake my head as I walked down the stairs. My light mood faded quickly when Renee spoke,

"You ready to go?"

"Uh...outside, to unload the truck? Sure."

"No, nice try my dear but we have to run by the school to pick up your schedule. You'll need to for class on Tuesday."

"No, I'm not ready and I don't think I will be any time soon," I huffed, running back upstairs to grab my iPod then bolting out the front door before Renee could stop me.

I took off down the street. It had been a few days since I'd had the opportunity to go running, it would be good to stretch my legs after the long drive and clear my head. I didn't really have a planed route but I figured it would be really hard to get lost. As I ran, I took note that it only took a couple of minutes before I was upon the school, I thought about hitting the track but I could see football practice was winding down. Football, Jake, friends, home, suddenly the idea of running around in circles with yhe constant stream of crap running through my head didn't sound appealing. Pushing on I detoured around the field back to the main road. I passed the grocery store and the diner. Wonder if they're hiring? Maybe someone in there will know where the animal shelter is located, gotta get me some kitties. A cat lady needs cats. *shudder* I came across a park, I ran around the far end hugging the outer edge of the forest. I my eyes filled with tears, blurring my vision, it hurt to watch kids playing together. All my happy kid memories were tied in with Jaci. I'm sure small town life is a lot like private school. You see the same kids year after year. There is not a constant stream of new faces so the friends you had in Kindergarten are your still your friends in high school. Would a new face even be welcomed. Tuesday will be the first day in my life I enter a school without Jaci at my side. Just then I noticed a happy couple walking hand in hand wrapped up in each other. Sure, 'cause you're not miserable enough as it is. Is it possible I am in some twisted version of the Truman Show, Ed Harris is in a control room somewhere trying to break me I know it. I looked up briefly to the sky. Damn you Harris, do I not seem miserable enough for your viewers. Good god, I need to communicate with people again, I am so wrapped up in my own head I am taking narcissism to a whole new level. In my own defense the happy couple makes me wonder if, I would ever have love again. Ugh I could feel that awful pain in my chest again. Shut up, by Simple Plan started playing, I decided to follow the advice and "shut up, shut up, shut up," because even I don't want to hear my inner monologue anymore. Eventually, after it felt like I made my way down every street in town, I headed back home.

When I rounded the corner on our street I realized, Renee was gone and dad seemed to be about half way finished unloading. Now I feel like an ass, poor guy's probably gonna have a heart attack doing it all by himself. It is really hard to keep up the petulant child act, I feel so guilty for being a snot, but I can't seem to stop myself. I walked around to the side of the garage to stretch, my legs felt good, a little rubbery with a hint of burn from the lack of use the last few days but good. My pony tail was lose, so I pulled the rubber band out bent over and shook my hair out before recapturing it into a messy bun. I saw a pair of unfamiliar sneaker clad feet between my legs just as I was about to right myself. I jumped back pulling the ear buds from my head with one hand grabbing my chest with the other.

"Oh my god, you scared the fuck out of me!" I yelped as I turned around. Fuck me! That is one hot cup of chocolate sauce. I have never seen eyes that vivid in their greenness, beautifully bronzed JBF hair, I just want to grab it and direct those perfectly formed lips to another set of lips. I can only imagine what those lips could do, mhmm. Down girl, control yourself. Thank god I said I was scared I didn't want to try and explain why my eyes popping out of my head. I heard a snicker coming from the sex on legs in front of me, my eyes automatically setting into a glare.

"Scared the 'fuck' out of you, eh? Well now, we can't have that. Maybe someone needs to put the 'fuck' back into you," said Sex on Legs with a suggestive wink.

I think I just came in my pants with his suggestion, yes please!

"It's sweet of you to offer, pal, but seeing as I don't have a clue as to who the fuck you are or what you are doing here, I'm gonna have to pass, Romeo." I responded with fake politeness as I turned around. I would love nothing more than to bend over and grab ankle while Sex on Legs introduced himself to me.

"Aw, sweetie, that wasn't an offer. I was just pointing out the obvious, it looks like you could use a good fuck; it would wipe that scowl off your face. Besides after the way you eye fucked me we both know if it was an offer, there's no way you'd pass this up." At the sound of his voice I turned back to him and he finished his statement with a grand flourish. The overdramatic hand gesture would make Vanna White jealous, not to mention his sexily raised eyebrow and wicked smirk.

That cocky mother fucker…did I just call his eyebrow sexy…did he say my face was pretty...ugh focus. I wasn't even able to fully appreciate the embarrassment from being called out on my gawking, I responded with the only thing my miffed mind could come up with at the moment, "Fuck you!" stellar word smithing Swan, that'll show him, cue eye roll. So to further prove my point two matching middle fingers shot up. Fuckin' Sex on Legs cracked a grin…I need to work on that name, it's too long…Sex on Legs...SOL hmm, pronounced like soul – no, pronounced like Saul. Yes, Saul, I like it. It's a douche-y-assed name to matches his douche-y-assed all knowing smirk. I was so caught up in dubbing Sir Sex on Legs, Saul that I didn't notice Charlie had caught the tail end of that conversation, and was currently turning red and waiving angry hands in my face. Shit.

"What is wrong with you, Bella? First, you don't speak for two days then when you do you decide to attack some innocent dude," Charlie gestured toward Saul. "Dr. Cullen and his boys were kind enough to help me unload today, the least you can do is treat them with some common courtesy, would a 'thank you' be asking too much? I really think you need to think about the person you have always been and compare her the person you are quickly becoming." Charlie finished his rant in a sad, low voice with a disappointed shake of his head.

I couldn't help but gape at him, Charlie might as well have slapped me across my face, his words and disappointment stung as if he had. I was at a loss for what to do, so I just continued looking between my dad, Saul, and the two guys standing behind him. Audrina Patridge said it best 'Awkward.' Saul just furrowed his brow at my dad and me, I'm sure he was wondering what to make of us. Now I feel like even more of an ass. Dr. Cullen had a sympathetic look on his face. I'm sure he is feeling sorry for my dad while compiling a short list of mental health professionals. The other son was really big guy, he reminds me of Jake, he gave me a timid smile that formed matching dimples on his cheeks, his eyes looked sad almost like he wanted to give me a hug. Crap that just makes me want to cry.

"I…" I was about to apologize for my behavior but Charlie cut me off and apologized on my half. I'm sure he figured I would just embarrass him further. Instead, with a quivering chin, I nodded briefly at the Cullen men and retreated into the house. I walked directly into my room fighting the urge to cry, scream and hit something all at the same time. Best first impression ever. I'm sure my dad is patting Saul on the back explaining I wasn't always such a bitch. I just lost my mind during the drive north. Dimples probably wanted to give Saul a hug not me, I just projected my need at the moment for Jake-like arms to wrap around me. I bet Dr. Cullen is suggesting the name of a good shrink to Charlie. I don't think Charlie has ever reprimanded me, certainly never in public. I could feel the tears threatening, so I grabbed a change of clothes darting into the shower to cry alone. I stayed in the shower long after the water ran cold. My muscles were cooled and stiff when I finally stood up wiping my face one last time and turning off the water. The house was full of boxes but devoid of both the Cullens and Charlie by the time I emerged from the bathroom.

I found Renee working on the den; she looked at me and asked if I wanted to talk about it. I shook my head, "I'm just gonna grab a water and then get to work on my room, tell Charlie I'm sorry I didn't mean to offend Dr. Cullen or his children."

"Sweetie, your dad and I love you, we realize this is difficult for you but you have to give it a chance. I picked up your schedule it is on your desk. Everything will work out, just give Forks a chance. Telling the first person you meet here to 'fuck off' isn't the best way to get started."

With that I held my hand up to stop her from continuing, it wasn't even worth trying to explain how I got to the 'fuck you,' I walked into the kitchen to grab a water to hide out in my room again. I didn't come out of my room for dinner. Neither Charlie nor Renee knocked on my door that night. They either wanted to give me my space or figured I deserved my self-inflicted punishment for all my crap the last couple of days.

Saturday, after my run I helped my mom 'de-old-lady' the house, while Charlie checked in at the station. We worked to the music she often played around the house a mix of cheesy 80's music and classic rock. For once she didn't push to have a conversation about my feelings. Charlie brought a pizza home for dinner; I gave him a tentative smile hoping to convey with my eyes how sorry I was about yesterday, he returned my smile with what looked like an apology of his own in his eyes. Just like that Charlie and I were good again.

Sunday and Monday I tried to get back into my usually routine, starting my day with a morning run. I spent most of Monday afternoon on the phone crying to Jaci and Lucy about everything from the dreaded drive up to long lonely weekend with my parents. They were nursing hangovers from the end of summer parties while I licked my emotional wounds. They reminded me of my awesomeness, and assured me I could take over Forks high if I put my mind to it. Lucy was ecstatic for me at the prospect of free dress. I just couldn't muster the enthusiasm she had, even if I had been wearing a uniform for the last ten years. After I got off the phone, I broke down and emailed Jake.

Jake-

This place sucks. I can't even comprehend how to start adjusting to the changes, let alone accept that this is my life now. It is cloudy, wet, too quiet, lonely and just plain miserable. Right now I am trying to calm my nerves about starting over at this stupid school tomorrow.

When I think about what the possibilities of what my day will hold the only thing I know for sure is: at the end of it when I walk out of my last class you will not be there waiting for me. I won't be going to your game Friday night. There will be no post game pizza with the gang at Mr. G's. No bon fire at the beach. Nothing is ever going to be the same is it?

I know we are not doing the boyfriend/girlfriend thing but I miss you. It's like everything changed all at once. In one day I walked away from everything I have ever known. Tomorrow I will start at a new school. I am living in a new home, in a new town. I have no support here, no friends, and most difficult to accept, no you. After all my tantrums I think, at this point, even Charlie and Renee have given up on me. It's just too much. I want my life back.

Enough about my shit, there was a reason I decided to write you. I really wanted to say; I love you, I miss you and good luck with what I am sure will be the best year of your life so far. You will have the most amazing year, I am sure of it. You will have Notre Dame knocking at your door before you know it, enjoy everything that comes you way this year, you deserve it. It's your time to shine; it's your senior year!

Love you, love, me

While I was in the shower, I was thinking about the email I sent to Jake. Suddenly there was hope for a little bit of home before embarking on what was sure to be a god awful day. I ran to my phone to see if he had replied, nope, nada, nothing. Feeling dejected all over again, I got up to rummage though my closet.

Fuck, what the hell does someone wear to the first day of school if not wearing a plaid skirt, white button down, thigh highs and docs? I've never had to do this before. I should have watched crappy teen movies this weekend for research purposes. What do 'normal' high school aged kids wear to school? I could go 'Janey Boggs' a la Not Another Teen Movie, damn me for not having paint stained overalls. Ha, better yet I should have had some self love this morning rather than a run I would be less anxious about today. Fuck pull yourself together woman, it's already, 7:30 you have no clue what to wear, you still have to do something with your hair and cover up the bags under your eyes or Bella the trucker's ugly mug is gonna become a reality too soon. What I wouldn't give for a uniform right now...hmm...no, I doubt it would pass for preppy chic – too authentic. Do people actually have to figure this shit out daily? Close your eyes and grab.

Walking down the stairs I slung my backpack over my shoulder. Renee was in the kitchen with Charlie.

"Morning sweetie, you look…comfy…and good, you look good. I made French toast, grab a plate and eat quickly and I'll run you to school."

Fuck, way to crap on what little sense of confidence I had left after my closet meltdown. I had finally settled on black leggings, black ballet flats and a ¾ sleeve plaid flannel baby doll shirt. I was hoping to draw comfort from the familiarity in wearing something plaid, besides I figured I'd blend a bit with the flannel being in the Pacific Northwest. Course it's not 1995 but trends take longer to reach small town America right. I had time for a quick pat around my eyes with benefit's lemon aid, a swipe of eye liner and mascara but not nearly enough time to straighten my hair so I let it dry naturally, so it was combination of wavy and curly brown tresses. I shot her a dirty look, grabbed a piece of French toast and a tumbler of coffee.

"Thanks mother, but I will be just fine walking to school. It's bad enough I will be the new kid, do I really need my mommy walking me in to my first class?" I rolled my eyes at Renee, and gave Charlie a quick kiss on the cheek and was out the door.

"Good luck," they shouted at me as I made my way down the driveway.

About halfway to school I was kicking myself for turning Renee down. Not that walking was a problem, but I was sure I was going to be late. Granted I am in boonies a.k.a. Forks, I am positive that at least one of the fuckers here has a clock that they eventually learned how to read. Laughing to myself I heard the bell ring as I made it to the parking lot. Yep I'm late; the first impressions just keep getting better. I navigated my way over to AP Calculus. I hate math, but an AP packed schedule is good for college applications. With a quick pause and deep breath, I opened the door to my first class of my first day of my junior year at a new school in a new town. With my shoulders back and head held high, I walked through the door.

Ok so we just got to the first day of school, but we did kind of have a meeting with Edward. Things should pick up now that school is in session. If anyone is reading this please review, this is my first FF I would love feedback. Good, bad and everything in between.