I posted this a while back and had some people following it, but i just wasn't happy with it, and i didn't know how to continue...
Coming Home
Bella's Point of View
I walked down the halls of Forks High in a daze, blowing back a strand of tightly curled brown hair.
My books were held tightly to my non existent chest as I rushed to second period, my eyes darting around me.
There were three specific people I was searching for, or rather hoping not to see.
Tanya Denali, Jessica Stanley, and Lauren Mallory.
The top bitches of Forks High school.
They made my life here miserable, and I was hoping not to have a run in with them today.
No such luck…
"Well hello there Bella."
I whipped around at the sound of my name, my brown eyes going wide.
Tanya stood behind me, hands on her perfect curvy hips.
Her strawberry blonde curls framed her face wonderfully, and her icy blue eyes were fixed in on me.
Jessica stood obediently to her right, chewing and popping her pink bubble gum.
She narrowed her hazel eyes at me as she smoothed down her chestnut brown hair, her skin perfectly tanned.
And on Tanya's left stood Lauren, all baby blue eyes and straight pale blonde hair.
Tanya walked towards me slowly, swinging her hips alluringly.
"What are you doing out here?" she purred, running a perfectly
manicured finger across the spine of my French textbook.
"J-just, going to my class." I stuttered, avoiding eye contact at all costs.
She scared the living shit out of me.
"Oh, well it's a shame you'll never get there." she said.
I looked up, confused.
"What do you mean?" I asked slowly, trying to back away.
By now the halls had emptied out, and I knew there were only a few moments before class started.
"Well, how are you going to get to class when you're too busy looking for your books?"
Her expression was almost one of innocence, but as she ripped my textbook from my clutches it was obvious she was anything but.
"Time for hide and seek!" she exclaimed suddenly, strutting off in the other direction.
Her heels clicked against the marble flooring, as I suddenly realized what had happened.
"Wait! G-give that back!" I shouted, taking a step after her and her posy.
But she was already gone, turning a corner with a loud giggle.
I sighed, dropping my head into my pale hands.
"Damnit!" I cursed, running in the direction of my classroom as the late bell rang.
Needless to say, my day wasn't off to a wonderful start.
When I got to class, the French teacher got angry with me and assigned me detention.
Blushing profusely I headed to my seat, next to the dreaded Edward Cullen.
I kept silent as I sat down, sketching patterns in the margins of my notebook.
A muffled clicking sound reached my ears and I peeked out from behind my curtain of hair, to see Edward texting in his lap.
Squinting slightly I managed to read his message.
It read : Clss is more boring then evr. Tht Bella girl wnt stp lking me, such a stalker. Going insane w/out u. Meet me aftr class? -E
I gasped internally, what had I ever done to him?
Then again, he always had been a total ass… ever since last year when he got popular.
He used to be a nice guy, but when he got noticed by Tanya at the beginning of this year, Eighth grade, it was like none of his old friends existed.
And that included me.
We hadn't been that close, but we had been friendly and it hurt that he could be so cold so easily.
I sighed, ignoring him.
I couldn't wait for this day to be over.
By the time lunch rolled around, I had tripped more then twenty times.
It had started to rain outside, and I kept my head down as I brought my lunch tray to the table I sat at with Angela and her boyfriend Ben.
Everything was calm until Tanya walked in, her hand holding Edward's as she giggled.
I grimaced, didn't he find that annoying at all?
Sighing I stood up from my seat to get some more salad, brining my empty plate with me.
Just as I finished, heading back to my table, I passed by them.
With one of her long, skinny jean clad legs, she stuck out her foot.
Gasping my plate flew from my hands, shattering into shards in front of me.
I landed flat on my face, a sharp pang running through my stomach as I landed on a particularly sharp piece of the plate.
"Ah!" I screamed, flying into a sitting position.
It had cut me clean across my lower stomach, running from the top of my left hip bone to the bottom of my right.
"Oh my god." Tanya said, leaping up from her chair.
For a moment there, I actually believed she was concerned.
"We got to get out of here." she hissed to her friends, which included Edward and her carnies.
They all nodded and raced from the room, leaving me bleeding and in pain on the floor.
Angela rushed to my side in no time, kneeling next to me.
"Bella? Are you okay? Can you get up?" I turned to look at her slowly, and what I saw on her face was something I hated.
Pity. She felt pity for me, and I didn't want that.
"I have to get out of here." I muttered, holding my stomach as I jumped up.
"Bella?" Several people called out to me as I grabbed my bag and ran, tears streaming down my face.
I couldn't take this town anymore, I just wanted them to all go away!
And that's when I knew, I had to go home.
Darting out into the parking lot, I threw my bag into the cab of my ruck and peeled out.
Swiping my fingers under my eyes I drove down my street, flooring it.
Charlie wouldn't be home yet, and I wanted to get out of here fast.
Pulling into my driveway I leaped out of the truck, retreating into the house.
The tears leaked down my cheeks as I jogged up the porch steps and inside.
The house was completely empty, and I sighed in relief.
As much as I loved him, I didn't want to deal with going through Charlie on my attempt to escape to Phoenix, Arizona.
First thing first, I needed to clean up the cut.
So I headed into the bathroom, where I grabbed a washcloth from the rack and wet it.
Setting it aside on the edge of the bathroom sink I lifted off of my shirt, leaving my top half clothed only in my black sports bra.
The gash ran jagged and ugly down to my hip bone, angrily puckered.
Hissing I picked up the towel, I swiped it across the gouge gently, stroking it until all of the blood had soaked onto the little square towel.
"There." I whispered, bending at the waist to retrieve a roll of medical tape from under the sink.
Unraveling it carefully, I wrapped it around the cut until it was tightly blocking any bleeding.
Finally done, I put everything away and fixed my shirt.
Racing to my room, I slid onto the floor and reached under the bed.
Thrusting my arm under it, I grabbed out my large red duffle suitcase.
In just a few moments, I had emptied my barely filled dresser into my suitcase.
As well as the few articles of jewelry I had and some of my books, leaving most on the bookcase.
Crying harder, I ran down into the kitchen and tossed a quickly written note onto the counter.
"Goodbye daddy." I whispered, running out the front door.
It was time I left this place, finally.
Arriving at Renee's
"How are you feeling?" Renee murmured from the front seat, twisting around to look at me.
I shrugged, staring out the window before muttering. "Guilty."
She tsked her tongue, sitting back down.
"You shouldn't feel guilty at all. It's not that big a deal, you simply wanted a change of location."
I sighed, feeling even guiltier for not fully explaining the situation.
"Yeah…" I murmured.
"Here we are." Phil's husky voice reached me as he turned a bend into the driveway, Renee spreading her arms regally.
My step father had recently excelled in his job as a lawyer, earning much more money.
Thus, he and my mother had upgraded to a much more upscale home.
A beautiful mansion on the outskirts of Phoenix for privacy.
It was very elegant, with a Spanish tiled roof and yellow clay walls.
"Wow…" I whispered, stepping out of the car as a butler who had rushed from the house retrieved our bags from the trunk.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" Renee asked, coming to stand beside me.
"You should unpack, and in a little while we'll have dinner." she said, rubbing my shoulder.
I nodded, thanking the man as he handed me my suitcase.
"Oh, and Bella!" she called.
I stopped on the staircase landing, looking back at her.
"Your room is the last door on the left at the end of the hallway." she smiled at me, a wisp of her dirty blonde hair falling from the loose bun she had.
"Thanks." I said, turning and heading up.
The door of my room was a bright cheery red, and I grinned when I saw it.
It was a quite a change to my dreary expressionless room in Forks already.
Slowly turning the knob, I stepped into my new bedroom, and gasped.
The neutral tones of the area was relaxing, but it was laid out exactly how I would have wanted it.
In the middle of the room rested a large, dark wood four poster bed.
Gauzy white canopy curtains hung all around it, and a dark wood ottoman was placed at the end.
Still in awe, I placed my bag down on the peach cushion resting on the ottoman.
The walls were a creamy white, the floor a shiny pearly white with black lines in between the floorboards.
A dark wood dresser matching the bed and the ottoman was pushed up against the left wall, and a smaller end table was next to the bed as was a tan woven rug.
I smiled, taking a seat on the bed.
"Oh my god…" I whispered, collapsing on my back.
"This is so damn comfortable!" I yelled, smoothing my hands over the smooth white comforter.
A sudden knock at the door startled me and I sat up straight, looking to the door.
"Come in!" I called, standing from the bed.
A petite girl with long curly black hair opened the door, her stormy blue eyes friendly.
"Hi!" she said, stepping inside.
"I'm Alice, your second cousin." she explained, coming towards me.
"Oh." I said, cocking my head to the side in confusion.
"Umm…" she looked uncomfortable. "My parents died recently, and your arrival was so sudden, your parents didn't get a chance to tell you about me."
I frowned. "I'm so sorry." I murmured.
She nodded, her face brightening up again.
"It's alright, I'm just glad I'm finally getting to meet the famed prodigy of Renee."
I chuckled, looking away in embarrassment.
"I'm hardly a prodigy." I muttered.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
I shook my head, frowning slightly. "I was bullied at my last school, that's why I came here."
I was so ashamed of that, and I looked down as I said it.
She simply shrugged, skipping to my side.
"Well, if it's any consolation, I'm happy you're here." she said.
"Yeah, I am too." I retorted, turning towards her to wrap her in a hug.
She gasped in surprise, before squeezing me back.
I had a feeling I was going to like it here.
Bella's Point of View
4 Years Later - Back to Forks
I stared silently at my reflection in the small square mirror of the plane's bathroom.
My long dark, nearly black, brown hair hung straight and thick down to the small of my back, my wispy straight bangs hanging over my forehead.
Framed by thick black lashes, my chocolate brown eyes were doe colored and exotically shaped.
My creamy alabaster skin was smooth and devoid of all blemishes, marked only by a scattering of black birds tattooed onto my left shoulder.
I could see what men would find appealing about me, but at the same time I couldn't fathom why they would want me for themselves.
Tilting my head to the side I pulled up my old gray The Beatles t-shirt and peered at my waist.
Running from the top right corner of my hip bone and disappearing beneath my pair of tattered denim shorts ran a thin, long, angry red scar.
Sighing, I traced it with one slender finger, wincing as it burned under my touch.
That cut I had gotten from Tanya the bitch in seventh grade never went away, and it still hurt.
"Miss? The plane is landing you need to get back into your seat." A flight attendant spoke from outside, rapping her hand on the door.
"Alright, just a moment." I called back, looking over my shoulder.
Dropping my hand I walked out of the bathroom, and towards my seat in first class.
My white Havaiana flip flops thwacked against the carpeting as I reached it, slapping my hand to my mouth to hold in a giggle.
I finally laughed, flopping into my seat.
Alice was asleep in her reclined chair, a dribble of drool leaking out onto her grey and white draped tank top.
"Alice?" I shook her shoulder slightly, noticing the 'Belt' light ignite.
"Alice we're landing you need to wake up." I said, pulling the handle on the side of her chair up so that it straightened.
"What? Monkeys? Where?" she yelled, attracting the attention of several business men.
I rolled my eyes, glaring at the nearest one until he looked away.
"No monkeys Alice, we're landing. Seatbelt time." I said, swiping my finger at the corner of her mouth to get rid of the tiny spittle residue.
"Okay." she murmured drowsily, leaning to her side to buckle up.
Giggling, I leaned over and fixed her hat from where it had drooped over her eye.
"There you go." I said, draping her hair over her shoulders.
"Thanks." she whispered, sitting up slightly.
"Welcome. Hey Alice?" I said, trying to refocus my attention from the landing.
I was always terrified of the landing, everything got so much louder and scarier.
"Hmm?" she responded, turning to look at me.
"Do you think I'm making the right choice?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows uncertainly.
"Yes." she replied without hesitation, her gaze fierce.
"Really?"
"Definitely." she said, grabbing my hands in hers.
"Listen to me, your father misses you, and you are so much stronger than you were when you left that place. You are fierce, smart, beautiful, and independent. Where you live does not determine who you are, okay?" she demanded.
I nodded slowly, taking a deep breath.
"Okay. Thank you for coming Allie." I said, leaning my head onto her shoulder as we touched ground.
"No problem. You think I was going to let you go alone?" she chuckled.
I smiled, of course I had figured she would come with me.
After that first day when we met, Alice and I had become the best of friends.
Not even a week later, she had taken me shopping and I purchased an entirely new wardrobe.
One that accentuated the features I had never even known I had, such as breasts and a thin waist.
Alice had also treated me to a trip to the salon, where I got my nails done in what became my signature color - Hearts and Tarts pink - and my hair completely redone as well.
I started school at the local high school that following Monday, where all of my classes were conveniently the same as Alice's.
My grades were good, and I fit in wonderfully with all of her friends.
There was five of us in the group including Alice and myself.
There was Jenna, all blonde beachy waves, long legs, and clear hazel eyes.
She was top of our class, and was a wonderful gymnast, which she put to good use in cheerleading.
Then there was Victoria, with her stormy blue eyes, wild red locks and tons of freckles, she managed to look sexy and adorable all at the same time.
She could be a bit bitchy with people she didn't know, but once we hung out a few times we formed a good friendship.
And last but not least was Katherine.
She was the laughter of our group, with dark hair and even darker green eyes, her sun kissed skin seemed out of place but she pulled it off.
Her bubbly attitude kept us going throughout all the tough times, and as ditzy as she seemed she was probably the smartest of us.
Once the football season started up again, they all forced me into cheerleading with them.
Turned out, doing it helped my coordination immensely.
I was no longer clumsy, and my stride was graceful and smooth.
As a matter of fact, I was planning on trying out for the cheerleading team in Forks, those bimbos definitely needed Alice's and Is moves.
I looked back over to Alice who was gazing out the window, a small smile on her face.
For reasons beyond me, she was always excited to experience a new place.
Completely unlike myself, I preferred sticking to the life I had built over the years.
"Attention passengers, it is now safe to remove your seatbelts and prepare to exit the cabin. Thank you for flying Delta Airlines."
The pilot's gruff voice came over the intercom, informing us of our landing.
"That's us sweetie." Alice said, patting my knee as she stood up.
She stretched her arms above her head, groaning in contentment.
I giggled, shaking my head as I reached into the compartments above us to retrieve our carry-on bags.
I grabbed Alice's black Gucci tote, and my own large Louis Vuitton tote.
"Here." I handed her the bag as I rifled through mine, digging out my black Iphone.
"No missed calls." I muttered, tossing it back in as Alice walked out ahead of me.
Walking through the airport, we found the luggage carousel right away and searched for our luggage.
"Mine!" I yelled, snatching up my single Louis Vuitton suitcase.
Alice and I had packed light, we planned on buying a whole new wardrobe here in Forks to go with the weather.
"Mine too!" Alice squealed, lugging her own off as well.
"Awesome, now let's go get Kiva." I said, marching off in the direction of the service desk.
Alice squeaked happily, skipping off after me.
"Hi." I slapped my hands down on the desk, catching the attention of the service woman.
"Hi there, how can I help you?" she asked, folding her hands together in front of her.
"I'm waiting for my dog to arrive, she-" I cut off as Alice started hopping up and down behind me, slapping my shoulder excitedly.
"Oh." I said, turning to the woman. "Never mind."
A large tan crate was being wheeled towards us by two large men, grunting with effort.
I smiled, excited to see my best friend besides Alice.
Finally they reached us and I bent down, pinching the lock so that it clicked and opened.
Kiva walked out slowly, her smooth black fur moving with every step.
Her dark inquisitive eyes looked around cautiously until her gaze landed on Alice and I, when they took on a playful quality.
Prancing over she wagged her tail at me, tongue lolling slightly.
"Hey there girly." I said, smoothing my hands over her ears.
Alice did the same, hugging her around the neck.
"I missed you!" she yelled, giggling as she received licks upon her face.
"Come on Allie, we have to get out of here. My dad's waiting." I said, gently standing her up.
She nodded, clipping on Kiva's leash and handing it to me.
We walked out of the airport quickly, stares following us the entire way.
We basked in them, loving the feeling of their jealousy and awe as we went.
"So did your dad say where we would meet him?" Alice piped up, flicking back a freshly shortened curl.
"Yeah he said to wait for him out front, he was confident Kiva could protect us." I said, leaning down to stroke her face.
Alice rolled her eyes, flicking my ear.
"Ow!" I squealed, standing up again and planting my hands on my hips.
"Stop stalling and let's go!" she ordered, pointing one thin finger towards the exit.
I sighed, getting on the move again.
She was right, Alice was always right.
I was in fact stalling, mostly because I was scared out of my mind.
Seeing my father again for the first time in four years, aside from an hour or two on Christmas day where I avoided him as much as possible.
I had felt so guilty, so horrible for leaving him that I was sure if my feelings about it were this bad, his must be worse.
Suddenly all of my feelings of guilt and anguish disappeared, as I saw him walk through the entrance.
"Daddy." I whispered, dropping Kiva's leash and my suitcase to bolt towards him.
He opened his arms to me as I slammed into him, wrapping myself around his waist.
A single tear rolled down my cheek and I sniffed, burying my face into his chest.
Finally pulling away I looked up at him, brushing away the tear that had made its way down my chin.
"Hi." I said, a gentle blush settling on my cheeks.
He chuckled, "Hi."
"Hi there!" Alice piped up, dragging both hers and my suitcases towards us.
Kiva followed obediently, tail wagging slowly.
"Nice to see you again Mr. Swan." she greeted, dropping our luggage and squeezing him into a quick hug.
He smiled at her, returning the greeting.
"How are you girls?" he asked, collecting our two suitcases as I picked up Kiva's leash.
"Good." I answered, following as he lead us from the airport towards a squad car.
As he tossed our bags into the trunk Alice slid into the back seat with Kiva, while I took the passenger seat.
I remembered how I always used to be so embarrassed about the cop car, but now I could really care less.
If anything, it drew the attention I had come to crave in Arizona.
Riding through the quaint little town I peered out my window at the world I had left behind.
Two bottle blondes in mini skirts and tank tops strolled the sidewalks, iced mochas and cell phones in hands.
I rolled my eyes, looking to the other side of the street where two tall boys stood together.
The first had an unlit cigarette pursed between his lips, his one hand flicking a lighter while the other ran through his tussled red tinted auburn hair.
His body was lean in a pair of faded blue jeans a grey t-shirt, his scuffed all-stars showing off black sharpie writing all over them.
I narrowed my eyes in recognition, Edward Cullen.
I knew that if he looked up at the boy with him, I would see piercing acid green eyes and a crooked smile that used to make me go weak in the knees even though it was never directed at me.
But now, I knew better.
I also knew that the boy with his back to me was Edward's older brother Emmet, a senior come this month.
He was taller than his younger sibling, but just slightly although he was much bigger.
No doubt he was on the football team now.
His cropped brown hair didn't move in the wind that breezed through my open window, his whole figure shaking as he let out a booming laugh at Edward's frustration.
He was struggling to get the lighter to work, and I smirked in satisfaction.
It was petty of me, but I really could care less.
Rolling my window back up I faced front again, when Alice's cell phone ring tone suddenly went off.
Fine, fresh, fierce we got it on lock
West coast represent now put your hands up
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
"Sorry." she apologized, blushing as Charlie turned around to raise an eyebrow at her.
I giggled, tapping his shoulder as the light turned green again.
"Hello? Hey Jazz!" Alice squealed from the backseat, her voice rising considerably.
I rolled my eyes to myself, shaking my head.
"Really? Oh my god that's great! No, no it won't be a problem. Oh my god!" I could hear her stamping her feet on the floor of the car, her one hand muffling the phone as her other his the ceiling in excitement.
"Definitely! Okay, I love you too. Bye!"
With a beep she hung up the phone, letting out a loud screech.
"What's going on?" I asked curiously, turning around in my seat.
"I just got the best news from Jazz! He's coming to Forks to take his senior year with me!" she collapsed against the back seat, her whole body going limp as she let out a content sigh.
"That's great!" I congratulated, tapping her knee. "Where's he staying?"
She sat back up again, the excitement once again flooding into her.
"His mom's sister Amy lives here in Forks, and she has a daughter that goes to the school anyway so when I told him about my coming here he gave her a call and she said he could stay with her!"
"I'm so happy for you!" she smiled again, turning to Kiva and planting a kiss on the top of her head.
Kiva licked her in retaliation, a big doggy grin on her face.
I laughed, twisting in my seat to look at Charlie.
"So dad…" I trailed off until he looked at me from the corner of one chocolate brown eye, brow lifted.
"Yes…?" he dragged out the word, looking slightly suspicious of me.
"How's Sue?" I asked curiously, smiling deviously.
Susan Clearwater was a woman from La Push, where until recently she had lived with her husband Harry and two children Leah and Seth.
Harry though, had had an unfortunate heart attack some time in the early winter.
Leaving his wife and two children, with barely enough money to hold themselves together.
And that is where my father had stepped in.
Charlie and Harry had been good friends, and were constantly going on fishing trips together.
When Harry had died, Sue and Charlie shared their grief with each other.
The last I had heard, someone had a bit of a crush on the widow of La Push.
His cheeks instantly turned bright red, and he quickly swiveled his head away from me as he made a left.
"She's fine." he murmured, his lip curling up slightly.
No doubt at the thought of her.
I nodded, allowing the subject to drop. I felt kind of bad about making him blush already.
"Home sweet home." he suddenly murmured, hooking a right into a stone paved driveway.
"Wow." Alice whispered from the back seat, the sound of Kiva's leash jingling as she gathered it around her hand.
"Wow is right." I echoed, pushing open the door and stepping out.
The house was different from the one I had grown up in, and I remembered a letter in which Charlie had notified me of his move down the street.
It was bigger than the last, but small just the same.
The driveway pulled up to a small one car garage, and off to the right was a short flight of steps leading to the patio where a surprisingly adorable table and chair set up resided.
Wandering around to the trunk I kept my eyes on the house, fumbling blindly for the hatch to the trunk.
As it popped open I paused before grabbing my bag, admiring my new home.
It was simply beautiful, and obviously had been influenced by a woman.
There was a potted plant on each side of the opening to the garage, and wonderful planting all around the small front yard and the steps that led to the porch.
A few outdoor lights lined the walkway, and I marveled at the house itself as I pulled out the bag and wandered inside.
Charlie and Alice were way ahead of me, Kiva sniffing out the area as her leash trailed behind her.
"Kiva." I called, placing my bag down at the entrance.
She immediately darted over to me, ears pricked as I took off the leash.
"There you go girl." I smiled, rubbing her head.
Her nails clicked as she trotted into the next room, the kitchen.
Standing I picked up the suitcase again, following the sound of my father's and Alice's voices.
They stood at the top of the stairs, nothing beyond them but a long hallway.
On the left side were two doors, and on the right there was one.
"Okay girls, this room here," he patted the first door on the left side of the hall. "Is mine."
We nodded exchanging glances as I shifted my weight from foot to foot.
"This here is Alice's." he gestured to the door spaced beside his.
"And that one is yours." he grinned as he walked across the short hall and touched the door that was painted a pale sky blue.
Nodding eagerly I watched as he lumbered down the stairs, before pushing into my room.