Sorry for not updating sooner. School is crazy! (EXAMS!:() Anyways, here is another chapter YEAH! Ok so this chapter is hopefully longer then the last so here you go.

Disclaimer

Me: I already said it I am not saying it again.

Alice: SAY IT or I will make you go shopping with me!

Me: NOOOO anything but shopping with you ok fine, I don't own Twilight or any of its characters Stephenie Meyer does. So I wish I were her…

Chapter 2: This is Weird

Ed pov (again)

"Carlisle do we have a treat for you." I said knowing that it will get him away from his office. "I also need everyone else to meet in our usual place." I walked into the dining room but since we never ate, it was used as a meeting place. Carlisle took his usual spot at the head of the table while everyone else started to come in.

"Ok guys what do you have to tell us?" Carlisle asked while his face went from happy to concern instantly. Should we still tell them - Emmett thought. Great what did Eddie-boy do this time? Hope the Voultri aren't after us because of him. – Rosalie thought.

"Well we were in the woods and you know the usual happened. Emmett beat me up and then we were just talking when Jasper tripped over a book…"I was interrupted by Alice who as always, felt concern for Jasper.

"Aw, are you ok Jazzy?" You know sometimes I feel kind of bad for him that Ali always says that when something bad happens to him. Then again I remember that love does that to you sometimes. Again SIGH…..

"He is fine Alice. Anyways back to what I was saying, so we found this book and it is called Twilight and it has my name in it. So, we think that we should maybe read like a chapter or two to find out what it is about." Wow I talk really fast because everyone was just blankly staring at me.

"Ok then who wants to read?" Esme said calmly.

"Oo I will, I will" There goes Ali acting like a kid on Christmas morning again.-Rosalie thought

"Can I have the book please?" Jasper handed Alice the book and then she started. "Preface, I'd never given much thought to how I would die- though I'd had reason enough in the last few months- but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this."

"WHAT! Whywould this person think about how they would die? I feel so bad for this person." Esme said. Well she is always a kind person. - I thought.

"Anyways, back to the story. I stared without breathing across the long room, into the dark eyes of the hunter, and he looked pleasantly back at me. Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved. Noble, even. That ought to count for something."

"Yes, that is very noble. I can't believe that this person is going to die. I wonder who this person is going to die for."

"Carlisle I am trying to read and I keep getting interrupted!"

"Sorry Ali, continue on with the story." Carlisle said not wanting to deal with Alice's anger.

"I knew that if I'd never gone to Forks, -"

"FORKS!" All of us exclaimed. Who would kill this person in Forks?

"I wouldn't be facing death now. But, terrified as I was, I couldn't bring myself to regret the decision. When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it's not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end. The hunter smiled in a friendly way as he sauntered forward to kill me. Ok, who wants to read next?" Alice said.

"I will but first of all, how can a hunter smile friendly? I mean that seems stupid because he is coming to kill you and so, he decides just to smile in a way that makes you seem like he is your friend for killing you! AH! This doesn't make any sense at all." Emmett growled.

As Alice passed the book to Emmett, Jasper said, "Well this is how you can do that." Jasper came right up to Emmett and just smiled a huge grin and said, "Hi, I am going to kill you now ok but, I want to seem friendly so, I am going to smile like you and I have been friends forever. End scene. Thanks no need to applaud." At this I laughed as loud as I could and then a second later I was being punched on the ground by Jasper.

"Never make fun of me EDDIE-BOY!" Wow I didn't know Jasper was like that. OH CRAP! Not my FACE!

"Emmett just start reading" I said.

"Ok, Ok pushy much? Chapter 1, First Sight. My mother 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 favorite shirt- sleeveless, white eyelet lace; I was wearing it as a farewell gesture. My carry-on item was a parka."

"Ok, if she loved all of this weather and sky then why the heck is she moving to Forks where it will always be raining? No offense to her but, why is she so… stupid?" I said not understanding the reason of her leaving.

"EDWARD! That is no way to talk about a lady. You should be ashamed of yourself. She probably had a perfectly good reason for leaving. I feel so bad for her though. I hope she will fit in here." Esme can go from being really mad at you for one minute and then the next minute caring. That's why I loved calling her mom.

"I can see why Alice always gets so mad at everyone who interrupts her. So, back to what I was saying…. 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 town that I'd been compelled to spend a month every summer until I was fourteen. That was the year I finally put my foot down; these past three summers, my dad, Charlie, vacationed with me in California for two weeks instead."

"Charlie? Is she referring to Charlie Swan? Is this Isabella Swan that is telling this story?" Carlisle asked.

"Well we will find out if you just let me read! It was to Forks that I now exiled myself- an action that I took with great horror. I detested Forks."

"Well then why do you come here? I'm just wondering." I said even though that was a little harsh. Still, why would you go to some place you detested?

"UGH back to what I was reading. I loved Phoenix. I loved the sun and the blistering heat. I loved the vigorous, sprawling city. Bella my mom said to me- the last of a thousand times- before I got on the plane. You don't have to do this."

"Weird so, is she doing it because she wants to? I thought she said she hated Forks." Esme said.

"My mom looks like me, except with short hair and laugh lines. I felt a spasm of panic as I stared at her wide, childlike eyes. How could I leave my loving, erratic, hare-brained mother to fend for herself? Of course she had Phil now, so the bills would probably get paid, there would be food in the refrigerator, gas in the car, and someone to call when she got lost, but still…"

"Wow she seems like the mom." Alice stated.

"I want to go, I lied. I'd always been a bad liar, but I'd been saying this lie so frequently lately that it sounded almost convincing now. Wow, I kind of want to meet her to see how bad she is. Tell Charlie I said hi. I will. I'll see you soon, she insisted. You can come home whenever you want- I'll come right back as soon as you need me.

But I could see the sacrifice in her eyes behind the promise. Don't worry about me. I urged. It'll be great. I love you, Mom. She hugged me tightly for a minute, and then I got on the plane, and 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."

All of the girls shuddered at that statement, knowing how she felt.

"Charlie had been fairly nice about the whole thing. He seemed genuinely pleased that I was coming to live with him for the first time with any degree of permanence. He'd already gotten me registered for high school and was going to help me get a car.

But it was sure to be awkward with Charlie. Neither of us was what anyone would call verbose, and I didn't know what there was to say regardless. I knew he was more than a little confused by my decision- like my mother before me, I hadn't made a secret of my distaste for Forks.

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."

"I hope that she will like Forks whenever she gets here." Esme said.

"Charlie was waiting for me with the cruiser. This I was excepting, too. Charlie is Police Chief Swan to the good people of Forks. My primary motivation behind buying a car, despite the scarcity of my funds, was that I refused to be driven around town in a car with red and blue lights on top. Nothing slows down traffic like a cop."

Everyone nodded and agreed to that statement, including me.

"Charlie gave me an awkward, one-armed hug when I stumbled my way off the plane. It's good to see you, Bells, he said, smiling as he automatically caught and steadied me. You haven't changed much. How's Renee?"

"HAHAHA she is clumsy. This should be interesting." Jasper said while rolling on the floor.

"Mom's fine. It's good to see you, too, Dad. I wasn't allowed to call him Charlie to his face."

"Well of course not that is mean." Esme stated.

"I had only a few bags. Most of my Arizona clothes were too permeable for Washington. My mom and I had pooled our resources to supplement my winter wardrobe, but it was still scanty. It all fit easily into the trunk of the cruiser."

Rosalie and Alice both gasped at this.

"I found a good car for you, really cheap, he announced when we were strapped in. What kind of car? I was suspicious of the way he said good car for you as opposed to just good car. Well, it's a truck actually, a Chevy."

All of us said ewh to this.

"Where did you find it? Do you remember Billy Black down at La Push? La Push is the tiny Indian reservation on the coast."

Again all of us growled at the fact that the wolves were mentioned in this book.

"No. He used to go fishing with us during the summer, Charlie prompted. That would explain why I didn't remember him. I do a good job of blocking painful, unnecessary things from my memory."

"I feel so bad for her," Rosalie and Alice said at the same time.

"He's in a wheelchair now, Charlie continued when I didn't respond, so he can't drive anymore, and he offered to sell me his truck cheap. What year is it? I could see from his change of expression that this was the question he was hoping I wouldn't ask. Well, Billy's done a lot of work on the engine- it's only a few years old, really. I hoped he didn't think so little of me as to believe I would give up that easily. When did he buy it? He bought it in 1984, I think. Did he buy it new? Well, no. I think it was new in the early sixties- or late fifties at the earliest, he admitted sheepishly."

"OMG! There is no way that Bella can have a car from that early in time. There is something wrong with this picture!" Alice exclaimed.

"Ch-Dad, I don't really know anything about cars. I wouldn't be able to fix it if anything went wrong, and I couldn't afford a mechanic…. Well Rose is a mechanic. Really, Bella, the thing runs great. They don't build them like that anymore. The thing, I thought to myself… it had possibilities- as a nickname, at the very least. How cheap is cheap? After all, that was the part I couldn't compromise in. Well, honey, I kind of already bought it for you. As a homecoming gift. Charlie peeked sideways at me with a hopeful expression. Wow. Free."

"AHHHHHH! What car is ever FREE! That is a crime against nature." Alice stated.

"You didn't need to do that, Dad. I was going to buy myself a car. I don't mind. I want you to be happy here. He was looking ahead at the road when he said this. Charlie wasn't comfortable with expressing his emotions out loud. I inherited that from him. So I was looking straight ahead as I responded. That's really nice, Dad. Thanks. I really appreciate it. No need to add that my being in Forks is an impossibility. He didn't need to suffer along with me. And I never looked a free truck in the mouth- or engine."

"HAHA that is hilarious. I like this girl," I said.

"Well now, you're welcome, he mumbled, embarrassed by my thanks. 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 beautiful, of course; I couldn't deny that. Everything was green: the 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 too green- an alien planet."

"Eventually we made it to Charlie's. He still lived in the small, two-bedroom house that he'd bought with my mother in the early days of their marriage. Those were the only kind of days their marriage had- the early ones. There, parked on the street in front of the house that never changed, was my new- well, new to me- truck. It was a faded red color, with big, rounded fenders and a bulbous cab. To my intense surprise, I loved it."

"WTF!" Alice exclaimed.

"I didn't know if it would run, but I could see myself in it. Plus, it was one of those solid iron affairs that never gets damaged- the kind you see at the scene of an accident, paint unscratched, surrounded by the pieces of the foreign car it had destroyed. Wow, Dad, I love it! Thanks! Now my horrific day tomorrow would be just that much less dreadful. I wouldn't be faced with the choice of either walking two miles in the rain to school or accepting a ride in the Chief's cruiser. That would be terrible. I'm glad you like it, Charlie said gruffly, embarrassed again. It took only one trip to get all my stuff upstairs."

"This girl is starting to freak me out. It only took one trip to get upstairs that is SO not cool. I am taking her shopping as soon as she gets here no matter what." Wow, only Alice would think about shopping during a time like this.

"I got the west bedroom that faced out over the front yard. The room was familiar; it had been belonged to me since I was born. The wooden floor, the light blue walls, the peaked ceiling, the yellowed lace curtains around the window- these were all a part of my childhood. The only changes Charlie had ever made were switching the crib for a bed and adding a desk as I grew. The desk now held a second-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 that we could stay in touch easily. The rocking chair from my baby days was still in the corner.

There was only one small bathroom at the top of the stairs, which I would have to share with Charlie. I was trying not to dwell too much on that fact."

"O gosh, she has to share a bathroom with her father I feel so bad for her…" Rosalie said.

"One of the best things about Charlie is he doesn't hover. He left me alone to unpack and get settled, a feat that would have been altogether impossible for my mother. It was nice to be alone, not to have to smile and look pleased; a relief to stare dejectedly out the window at the sheeting rain and let just a few tears escape. I wasn't in the mood to go on a real crying jag. I would save that for bedtime, when I would have to think about the coming morning.

"Aww… I wish she wouldn't have to cry. If only we could do something to help her." Esme said.

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

All of us knew how she felt with being the freak.

"Maybe, if I looked like a girl from Phoenix should, I could work this to my advantage. But physically, I'd never fit in anywhere. I should be tan, sporty blond- a volleyball player, or a cheerleader, perhaps- all the things that go with living in the valley of the sun.

Instead, I was ivory-skinned, without even the excuse of blue eyes or red hair, despite the constant sunshine. I had always been slender, but soft somehow, obviously not an athlete; I didn't have the necessary hand-eye coordination to play sports without humiliating myself- and harming both myself and anyone else who stood too close.

When I finished putting my clothes in the old pine dresser, I took my bag of bathroom necessities and went to the communal bathroom to clean myself up after the day of travel. I looked at my face in the mirror as I brushed through my tangled, damp hair. Maybe it was the light, but already I looked sallower, unhealthy. My skin could be pretty- it was very clear, almost translucent-looking- but it all depended on color. I had no color here.

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'd never fit in. And if I couldn't find a niche in a school with three thousand people, what were my chances here?"

"Why does she keep bringing herself down? That's not right she should love how she is and I bet she will find a group to fit in without a doubt."Whoa… I have never said anything like that about anyone before. No wonder why everyone is staring at me.

"I didn't relate well to people my age. Maybe the truth was that I didn't relate well to people, period. Even my mother, who I was closer to than anyone else on the planet, was never in harmony with me, never on exactly the same page. Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs. Maybe there was a glitch in my brain. I highly disagree with that statement. Just saying.

But the cause didn't matter. All that mattered was the effect. And tomorrow would be just the beginning. I didn't sleep well that night, even after I was done crying."

Aw, I feel so bad for her. Ok I am acting really weird. I thought.

"The constant whooshing of the rain and wind across the roof wouldn't fade into the background. I pulled the faded old quilt over my head, and later added the pillow, too. But I couldn't fall asleep until after midnight, when the rain finally settled into a quieter drizzle."

"Alright break time! I want to go hunting. We will continue this later."Alice said.

I will finish the chapter as soon as possible; I just had to get something posted now. Also, I am planning on starting a couple new stories so if you have any ideas please share. Oh yeah don't forget to hit that review button. K Thanks Bye.