AN: So, I wasn't liking where this story was going previously and I'm completely changing the story line. The preface and first chapter are the same and this chapter and the next have very few differences. The main difference begins in chapter 4 with the introduction of Jacob instead of Edward. Oh, and this will not be All Human; vampires won't be a part of the story until later though. If you're reading this after Thanksgiving 2010 then you won't see the old storyline and just disreguard all of this. Sorry for the confusion, but I really love this idea; way more than my original one. " Don't get it twisted, don't get clever. This is the most craziest shit ever." It's raining, but we have the windows down and the music all the way up. According to our map, we've only been to Washington once before and it was when I was real little.


I've been thinking about who I want to be this time around, if I use my own name I think I'll use my own look. No dye and no new color contacts. No covering up my tattoo or wearing glittery lip gloss. I don't exactly remember who I really am, we're always behind a character.

Its scary, and exhilarating, just like every time. I can't wait, and we don't even have a place to stay yet.

We're still singing loud, practically slaughtering Gwen's song, when I first spot it. The sign that we have seen so many times before in so many different towns.

Welcome to Forks. Enjoy your stay!

Just past it momma pulls the car over and we get out, just like we always do, its tradition. We aren't god fearing people, all our stealing guarantees a place in hell, but we always pray before starting over.

Its daytime, and we don't know the traffic patterns of this new place, but we still lay down on the pavement barefoot. Momma grabs my hand, and closes her eyes.

"We're gunna like it here babygirl. It's a good place for us, I feel it." She looks hopeful, no matter how much I know she loves our life I know she wishes she could have provided a normal one for me. It makes her guilty if she thinks about it too much.

"I feel it too, Momma. I love you." She squeezes my hand quickly three times, another tradition.

" I love you most, Bella" We both open our eyes and smile real wide. I get up first, feeling vibrations in the pavement letting me know a cars coming. We stand up and run off the road laughing as a car full of teenagers speeds by cussing and flicking us off.

Momma digs through all our bags and finally finds the old film camera, the one that has captured every moment similar to this one. She sets it up on the hood of the car, and we run to pose in front of the Forks sign. I'm unsure of what face to make, but momma chooses for us.

She flicks the camera off with both fingers and sticks her tongue out goofily, crossing her eyes. And of course, I curl over in laughter and look up at her with a huge smile and tears in my eyes from laughing, just as the camera clicks and flashes.

It flashes twice more, and we switch our positions. The second we have our hands at our chests as if lifting our shirts to flash the camera. The third she's on my back and I'm starting to fall, we don't look like mother and daughter; we look like best friends.

We sober up from our laughing fits and hop back in the car, the music had been blaring the entire time. We drive towards town to find a place to stay, preferably cheap and not dirty. This place is small, smaller than most places we ever go. We like big cities, where we can blend in and we're easily forgotten. I can already tell that we're going to be something incredibly interesting to this little pathetic town.

There isn't much to "town". There's a motel 8 which is incredibly good luck as I think we still have a coupon for a free night, a diner, a sporting goods store, the high school, a Pigley Wigley (which I was sure only still existed in Mississippi) a thrift store that I really have to check out and a post office. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating but there is basically nothing.

Driving by the diner I see the most beautiful car I've ever seen, besides our jacked up Bronco. It's a big red jeep with custom tires and rims. And I immediately know that the owner and I would be great friends. I don't mention it to momma, knowing she'd stop and want to introduce ourselves. But I do turn the music up real loud and put my head out the window, screaming the lyrics so I can get their attention.

" HEY YOU A CRAZY BITCH, BUT YOU FUCK SO GOOOD.." I can't even finish the lyric when two heads pop out either side window, their eyes searching for the nut job screeching Buckcherry. We drive by too fast for me to get a good look, but the one in the driver's side looks big, not fat, just freaking big. He's sees me and busts out laughing, pointing in my direction to the other kid. Both of them are so tall their heads stick out the top of the jeep and I can see their black buzz cut heads; there is nothing I love more than a buzz cut.

"Bella, are you already showing off to the local boys? Hmm?"

" Of course momma. You know I like to get a head start." And that I do, I wouldn't call myself a whore, but I like men. A lot. And so does momma, hence myself being alive.

She laughs a little bit, mumbling something at sounds like what have I created? And goes back to singing.

We pull up in front of the Motel 8 and grab two duffle bags out of the back, I hope we find a place soon, motel beds are not forgiving to one's back. I start walking towards the doors and notice momma's still in the car searching for something.

" BELLA! Do you have any clue where the hell I put that free nigh flyer? It must have runway, I swear I left it in the glove box." She's still cussing out the car and I just roll my eyes.

"Momma, on the dash."

"I knew that. I fucking knew that. Thank you dollface." She back kicks the door closed a little too hard, the Bronco is a senior citizen and should be treated with respect.

We get a room for the week, it might be longer, it depends on how much easily we can get a bank loan to get an apartment. It's not as bad as some places we've stayed. There are two beds, which are like rocks, and a black and white TV on top of a dresser. The duvet covers look like their from the 50s and I saw a palmetto bug under the sink. But, at least we aren't sleeping in the car.

By the time we get something to eat at that little diner, and Renee goes to the local grocery to get pop tarts and a 6 pack of Bud light it's already 10. Renee drinks four, and I drink two; that's the thing about our life, we don't really live by normal social standards. I toss my jeans on the floor and crawl under my retro style blankets. Renee turns the light and the I love Lucy reruns off, and changes into soffee shorts.

"Are you going to school tomorrow, Bella?"

"Yeah, I think I will. I might as well, school only started two weeks ago so it'll be easy to fit right in." I'm a pro at fitting in. I just don't know who I should be, who this town is in desperate need of, yet.

"If you're sure. I might get a job at the pre-school we saw. You think I could handle a bunch of bratty ass 4 year olds?" She laughs at her own joke, the couple of beers making us both a little tipsy.

"I know you can. You survived me, right?"

" You were different. You were never a kid, you were always my best friend."

I smile at this easy confession. "Best friends forever. You think this town can handle us?"

"Honestly? I think for once we're going to be the ones trying to handle someplace."

I don't know what to say to that. I think it's the beer talking. But it still gets me wondering what tomorrow will hold. I wonder if they have a lot of jocks, or if everyone is smart like when I lived in Arlington.

I think I know who I want to be this time.

This time I'm going to be crazy.