Hey! If you're on my author/story alert, I'm sorry about all the alerts you've been receiving! I have recently corrected minor details in the previous chapters- such as Bella's age, she's now 17; and the summary, it had said her mom had remarried, but I've listed her as dead.

Anyways!

Here is the long awaited Chapter! I hope I don't disappoint you!

*** ALSO!! I've replaced Chapter 3 completely- Read it, if you wanted more details!****

BPOV

I awoke the next morning to the smell of something cooking- well, rather burning. I threw off the covers and ran-well, more like tripped- down the stairs to the kitchen.

Charlie stood in a t-shirt and jeans, attempting to cook bacon. It looked as though someone had found blackened twigs and soaked them in grease, and then proceeded to call them food.

"Charlie," I said, alerting him of my presence. "What are you doing?"

"Cooking you breakfast," He said, sheepishly.

"You don't have to do that," I complained. "Besides, I should be cooking you breakfast. After all, you came and picked me up from the airport last night, as well as letting me stay here. Go watch the game-" I nodded to the TV set "-It's just started."

He looked at me, knowing he wouldn't win this battle, and placed the spatula in my outstretched hand.

"Thanks, Bells."

I smiled at him, before shooing him into the other room, and scavenging what was left of the bacon.

A short while later, I had our breakfast ready; pancakes, bacon, eggs, orange juice, and fruit.

We ate our meal, and held meaningless conversations, before Charlie stood up, thanked me for the meal, and declared he needed to grab his jacket and head for the station.

"Charlie," I called, as he headed for his jacket. "Do you mind if I go shopping for food today?"

"Not at all," He replied. "There's some money in a jar; it's near the flour. I'll see you tonight." He headed out the door

I went back upstairs and cleaned my room. There hadn't been much to clean, as it had not been touched in years. It was mainly a process of freshening it up. I began dusting- the desk, shelves, walls, anything that had dust on it. Then, I threw the bedding in the wash, setting the curtains next to the machine so I would remember to wash it later. I continued, by shaking the rug and vacuuming the carpet.

By the time I was done, it was already 11.

I took a shower, and dressed in faded blue jeans, and a teal sweater before heading back down stairs.

I threw the damp clothing in the drier and began to wash another load.

After I finished, I went to the kitchen, grabbed the money, and headed off to the store.

I felt completely out of place at the local grocery store. It was tiny and cramped and EVERYONE knew everyone else.

In Phoenix, it had been nice, having no one else to meddle in your affairs, but I could tell it would be the exact opposite. Exactly what I had feared.

My converse usually didn't make much noise, but, to me, the sound seemed to echo endlessly, drawing every eye with each step I took, although the store had been somewhat busy, I was the only newcomer. To say it I was embarrassed would be to lie; I was completely mortified.

I had always enjoyed blending in, and I had done well at doing so. I was never noticed at school, save for a few acquaintances- I say acquaintances, as all of my once 'friends' turned their backs on me for one reason or another. When I allowed people to get close to me, they either died or betrayed my trust.

After Dad died, I knew that I would need to be even more careful with whom I trusted; I couldn't stand much more pain.

I finished my awkward shopping trip, having only spoken to a few other customers, and the cashier. They had all asked the same questions; what my name was; why I was here… the usual.

The rest of the day was spent up in my room, reading, until I cooked dinner for Charlie.

That night, I spent tossing and turning, unable to find any sleep. The wind howled and the tree branches banged against my window. I groaned, covering my head with a pillow, as the rain pelted the rooftop and the thunder sounded, bright light from the lighting flashed, lightening my room through the curtains.

This would definitely take some time to get used to.

Hey, you guys! Thanks for reading! I HAD meant to include Bella's first day at school in this, but there's a storm outside… so I'm putting this up now, instead of risking my power going out—it generally does when there is a storm. (My house is really old. It was built in the late 1930's, so the electricity is crap.)

The next chapter should be up SOON!

-Beverley

PS SORRY for procrastinating!

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