Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of it's characters, but i think i own the plot. No copying is intended, but I'm sorry if i am.

Chapter 4

His imprint? Where did that come from? I sighed and attempted to shrug off the new word that my mind must have created, but even as i explored the rest of my room, i just couldn't shake it off. I knew that my dad was telling me information about where he bought all of my dainty furniture, but i must have tuned him out as i didn't realise when he left me to unpack the few items that i had brought with me, quietly closing the door behind him. Then, i reasoned with myself, just ask Jake tomorrow, he would never lie to me, we are still one of each other's closest friends.

Despite being a little jet lagged, i begin to take my neatly folded clothing into my wardrobe. Most of my outfits were a bit too summery for the weather here in Forks right now, so I'd have to have a shopping in Port Angeles sometime soon.

When i finish unpacking, i check the time, it's already 8:00pm, so i got ready for bed so i could have an early night to be well rested for my late night tomorrow at the bonfire. My pajamas were silky and smooth, both the top and bottoms a pretty shade of light purple. After my teeth were thoroughly brushed, i went downstairs to tell dad that i'm going to sleep.

"Ok Bells, you've had a long day, get some sleep. We've got to go to Billy and Jake's tomorrow."

"Alright dad, night."

"Night Bells."

I trudged back up the reasonably steep staircase leading up to my room pretty much dead on my feet, i had a headache, my feet were aching terribly and i honestly felt like i was going to pass out at any second. I didn't even bother to shut my door as i got to my bedroom because as soon as i spotted my comfy bed, which even thinking of lying on made me believe it was a paradise, and as soon as my head hit the pillow, i was out like a light.

...

As my eyes opened, the first thing i noticed was the light invading my private space and felt betrayed, the sun was supposed to protect me, like it did in England when i was feeling sad, but instead it wakes me up to my first day in Forks. But then my mind flits back to my strange dream last night.

It's my 12 year old self's first day in Forks, I'd arrived at Port Angeles with my mum as dad couldn't be there to pick me up as he was working.

"Bella come on, let's get a taxi."

Mum had an extremely irritated expression on her face, like i was an unfortunate burden that she had to carry every step of the way. She roughly grabbed my arm and shoved me through the doors to apparently get me outside, like i wasn,'t capable of moving myself. She just stared at me blankly as i let out a timid whimper as she squeezed my arm too tightly.

"Stop being a baby Bella. Wait here, I'll go back inside to call the taxi."

And with that ending statement, she strode back through the doors into the airport, leaving all alone with lots of strangers crowding around me. She always said when i questioned her afterwards that the Wi-fi was much stronger there, but i've constantly thought that she just wanted to have more time away from me.

"Are you okay?"

I turned my head to the side and noticed a handsome, slightly older boy looking at me with concern.

"Y..Yeah, I'm ffi..Fine." I didn't realise that my voice was shaking up then and suddenly felt a wetness sensation slipping down my face. I blushed curiously at that, how embarrassing, the only time a guy ever notices me is when i'm crying.

"You don't look it. Where are you're parents?"

"My mum's inside."

"She left alone at an airport." His voice sounded slightly appalled.

"Err...Yeah." My tone appeared exceedingly uncertain.

"You just watch yourself, wouldn't want a pretty thing like you getting hurt." And with that parting sentence, the good looking boy left, only leaving me to stare after him in confusion.

As my memory faded to the background, i wondered, why was i thinking about him again? I've heard that he still lives on the reservation, so i guess some of my questions shall be answered tonight...If only i had the courage to talk to him, not that he'd most likely answer.