For the rest of the week I did what I was told. I even answered questions, nodding or shaking my head when appropriate. I helped to pack everything. I changed into a regular jeans and t-shirt combination and began to feel a little like I had moved into a university dorm. My brain was bored, that much I knew. I sat in Edward's room, reading from every textbook he owned, math, biology, government, physics, mythology, sociology, anthropology, chemistry. I read the lessons and completed the questions, keeping my brain occupied.

Soon enough, Emmett realised I was focusing on school and gave me his homework to do. It was a grade above mine, so it took a little longer, but I got the hang of it, finishing it for him. It became a regular routine. He would come home from school, run quickly through the lesson then I would get started on the homework.

And then we had one day left. We were moving now, finally I was leaving Forks and I was extremely sad to go. I hadn't considered it my home, until recently anyway. My stuff was all packed and everyone was ready to go. The house looked extremely bare, almost as if it had been untouched. I walked downstairs, into the garage and kept to myself.

I sat, curled up in the back of somebody's expensive car. I wasn't sure whose. The others were all taking their favourite cars. I was only to be a burden. They were talking about how they would get the last car to wherever we were going when I finally spoke.

"I could drive it." I offered. Everyone blinked a few times about the fact that I had actually said something without needing to be prompted or prodded into speaking. Alice simply smiled.

"Perfect." Alice skipped off. Carlisle looked from me, to Rosalie, to the car.

"She is not touching the Vanquish." Rosalie began. Was that the name of the black car? It was beautiful and the name did suit it.

"Rosalie, it solves our problems." Carlisle reminded her calmly. He turned to me.

"Can you drive an automatic?"

I shrugged. I had no idea. He took me by the hand, leading me into the driver's seat where he proceeded to teach me the differences. It seemed much simpler to me. Rosalie wouldn't stop cursing as she watched the exchange.

"Why doesn't she like me?" I asked Carlisle once she had left the garage. We were the only two there. He blinked, surprised by my speech again.

"Emmett is rather fond of you. Jealousy, maybe? Because of what Edward did to you, he has left and Jasper has gone with him. Perhaps she is angry at that fact and directing it towards all the wrong people." He smiled, his wise eyes calm. "The rest of us don't blame you for anything. You have, so far, proved an interesting addition to our family, with incredible self control, especially for a newborn."

Our family. I could be a part of their family. I liked that. It sounded okay. Just until I got my head wrapped around things. Thanks to me, though, their family was fractured. Alice spent most of her nights with me, and I could tell she was sad about not having Jasper there with her. I would have to make things better somehow. Perhaps once we got resettled I could go and find the men, bring them back to the family that mourned their loss.

I was almost excited about moving by the end of the day. We were moving north, to an obscure town in the middle of nowhere, much like the one we had just left. We would be hidden away in the Rockies, somewhere in British Columbia. I was excited, and sad all at once. Excited about the prospect of literally having a blank canvas to restart my life on, and sad, because I would be leaving a lot of the good memories and caring people behind.

Driving the Vanquish was incredible. The car was so smooth, handled so well, especially compared to my old truck. I drove behind Emmett's huge jeep and in front of Rosalie's convertible. We probably looked like a moving car show. I relaxed after a few hours and turned on the CD player. Clair de Lune filled the car and I instantly began humming along. Watching the scenery pass by at such speeds, whilst the car gently hummed along beneath me was so relaxing that I could've slept. If only we could sleep.

It was a very long drive and soon the paved roads gave way to older ones, and eventually dirt paths. We wound our way through countless trees and rock formations, past lakes and eventually we were making our way through permafrost. The air smelled so fresh up here, so free. I think that even Renee would like this place. A stab of pain went through my chest, as we pulled up to the house. I had to let go. They would.

Soon enough we were all let free and I was told to choose a room. Although they let me choose any room, I could see the ones they all favoured. There was one room with a direct spiral staircase to the garage beneath it. Rosalie and Emmett's room. There was one with a walk in closet so large that it looked like its own room. Alice and Jasper's room. There was one room with marks left by Edward's CD towers in the past. There was another lined with shelves, for the countless books Carlisle owned. And the last room was simple, with two walls of windows. It was at the corner of the house and had no space really. It was small, cozy and would fit a wall of shelves for whatever books I would eventually obtain. I sat down in it almost immediately, envisioning.

"Pay up. She chose the guest room." Emmett's voice came. I heard both Rosalie and Carlisle hand over money. Carlisle betting? This could be a fun family after all.

Alice came in with a laptop a few minutes later, informing me that I should look around for furniture. What did I want in my room? I had no need for a bed, and yet it wouldn't feel like a room without it. I wanted a desk, obviously and some shelves. What else? I closed my eyes, remembering my room in Phoenix. I had had a desk, some shelves, a rocking chair, from when I was a baby... The rocking chair. I had an identical one in Charlie's house also. Would it be ridiculous to ask for a rocking chair? I typed it in anyway, searching. My pain increased ten-fold when I found it.

It looked exactly the same as the ones I had had in my other rooms. It was just a lighter wood than the others. I copied the link to the page I had seen it on, and began looking around for other things. Soon enough I had a single bed, and a desk in the matching wood to the rocking chair. I found a shelving set also, uniquely carved and quite beautiful. When I finished my list I sat, thinking about how I was to pay for the purchases, it wouldn't be cheap. With my eyes looking the way they did, I could hardly get a job with my 'condition'. I wasn't even finished high school. I sobbed once and suddenly Alice was by my side.

"I can't do anything can I? I haven't finished high school, I can't get a job, there's no way I'll ever be able to afford any of it anyway-"

"Bella. My family is so rich we need things to spend money on. We give millions to charities every year. I spend millions on clothes every year. Believe me when I say you are no burden, if you want to be a part of this family you will get anything you need. You can attend high school, just give it a few years and we'll all go together. Again." I wondered how many diplomas she had.

She stole the laptop and disappeared. I went to go and find something I could do to help. I found Esme and looked at her inquisitively as she ran her hands through her hair, looking around at all of the tasks she had to complete.

"You want to do something useful? Um...." She turned around on her heel three times, surveying the mass of boxes around her.

I was given the task of setting up Edward's room. It took me a longer amount of time to place all the CD's back in the shelves. I laughed as Alice came in, carrying the couch single handedly. It looked so silly. The super strength was super funny in cases such as this. With Emmett it was at least plausible, but Alice just looked ridiculous.

I knew that they were all still kind of gloomy, probably due to the missing family members, and me. Why should everyone have to suffer? Their whole life had been upturned, simply because I had moved into Forks and made their life hell. And now, instead of letting me mourn and wade in self-pity they were sharing my pain. Their mistake.

I found a good CD and plugged it into the stereo, turning the music up and grabbing Alice to dance with me. She was shocked at first, but soon was having fun too. We twirled around each other, me finally having fun because I wasn't falling over everything. I was still sad, but I appeared happy, and without Jasper to contradict the appearance, the family finally thought I felt better, or was at least making an effort to cheer up. Carlisle and Esme danced in a style I hadn't seen in ages. Emmett and Rosalie joined them and Alice held out her hands to me.

"I can't dance."

"You just were." She insisted. I looked around at the elegant dancing style they were using and shook my head vehemently.

"You never learned to waltz you mean? I'll teach you." She held out her arms again. The lesson was easy and soon enough Alice and I were spinning gracefully as well. There was nothing but a sense of serenity and positivity in the room at that point. They all visibly relaxed and began smiling slightly as we danced among the last few boxes.

Dancing with Alice was interesting. She was bouncing all over the place, while somehow managing to keep an elegant appearance about her. She was so carefree and she never let anything she couldn't change bother her. I couldn't change what I was. Why should I let it bother me? As we spun around the room I looked at the drastic changes the others had gone through. I knew all of their stories, at least part of them. They had all had less than desirable changes.

Rosalie's had been painful, Edward's had been rushed, Jasper had been manipulated and then the manipulator, Alice couldn't even remember, Esme had tried to commit suicide. They had all managed to bring their lives together, let go of everything in their pasts. I had to do that. I had to seriously heal, but I could turn my life around if I really tried. I was beginning to like this family, the least I could do was make it easier on all of us. I began to slowly heal at that point.

It had been nearly two weeks since we had left Forks. I was already having fun with the others, whipping their buts when it came to arm wrestling matches. Emmett seemed particularly pissed when I won. Alice set up my room quickly, finishing it in two days. She pointed to the shelves and asked what books I'd like. I shrugged and told her I'd find my own.

I was Alice's new Barbie doll and spent many hours trying on clothes that she found for me. I also finished going through all of Edward's school textbooks. I now had nothing to do. I asked what movies they had and surprisingly they told me they didn't really own a collection of movies. I went to my room and began making a list. All the movies I'd ever seen and even remotely enjoyed. I had at least a hundred titles by the end of five minutes. So Alice went shopping again.

Emmett found a television the size of a car and a stereo system that could shatter glass. We converted one of the unused rooms on the downstairs level into a movie room. Emmett was ecstatically happy, and even Carlisle seemed enthused. After a hell of a load of movies, we finally took a few nights off.

Before long I began writing. Poetry, prose, descriptions, journals, whatever came to mind. I was dead bored already, and Alice was slowly becoming more depressed. She talked to Jasper on the phone a little, but she still missed him greatly.

I hadn't hunted in weeks. The others were beginning to get worried about me. I didn't want to hunt. I still felt too guilty about driving off their family to do anything. I almost wanted to punish myself, so I was behaving masochistically. Alice soon figured out what was wrong, despite my friendly and relaxed demeanour. Too soon after that she actually went out and found an animal, bringing it to me. She threw it inside my room and shut the door. The animal scampered frantically around my room, looking for an exit. I simply watched it, despite the sharp pain in the back of my throat. Soon enough it calmed down, standing as far away from me in the small room as it could. I sat, writing still, this time describing the deer in front of me. It was a beautiful creature. I heard Alice's screams of frustration, especially as I unlocked my door, letting the animal dart out again. It was funny, in a painful way.