I had a flash of inspiration, so I just hadto changethe title. For those of you who are going "wtf? I didn't subscribe to this" That is why. This was Your Not Welcome. Sorry for the confusion.

Bella/Marie POV

I ran out the big gates and into the bustling streets of Washington. The school was in a pretty good neighbourhood; so there weren't many places you could go to just relax, and get your head straight without the place being populated to the point of squishdom –but I knew of one. It was my place. The place I had unknowingly tried out for the team...

I was so, so sad. Like old people when they realise exactly that; they're old. Maybe I was worse; I didn't know what it was to have that revelation, but I'd been there when Renee had it, and boy was she upset.

Emmett and I had gotten kicked out of school about a week ago, we were labelled "unsafe for the wellbeing of Forks High". So what if we started a food fight? And maybe, we made it so they had to replace all that weird drywall stuff they put on the roof... which was apparently expensive –very expensive. Ok... I guess I see where they're coming from.

After we got kicked out, no one would take us in –turns out we had a bad reputation. It looked like we were going to have to try homeschooling, and that really sucked. I'd probably just drop out because I couldn't learn like that. I needed to have help in math and someone to shove the systems ideas down my throat –or I just wouldn't swallow it.

And then, in the middle of Charlie's pacing around occasionally screaming at Emmett for getting me in trouble –even though I insisted that it was an equal agreement repetitively- the phone rang.

The phone call.

Charlie picked it up, and asked who it was. His face slowly turned to surprise, and then he was happy.

It was Esme Hale. She'd learned about our situation and how we needed a school –she had an opening in the Football program, and she wanted Em to try out.

Charlie asked about me, and if I could try out for something –anything, and he was sad again, because the answer was no. she wanted to help me, but I didn't have any recognisable talents good enough for her school.

I continued relaying the past weeks events in my head; the yelling, the call, my inability to try out too, because orphaned juvenile delinquent good at pulling pranks wasn't on the list for acceptance –which meant I didn't have a prayer of getting in with Em, and I'd be alone.

I pressed the rewind button back to when Charlie hugged him, along with everyone doggy piling to welcome him onto the team... I remember Nessie screaming for joy. And I remember crying and running off the bleachers, across the beautiful campus, and out the big black gates; I was getting away, to do the one thing I hated and feared; I was going to be alone –it terrified me and made me happy at the same time.

I was alone yet again, because St. Adams had a campus, and it was too far away to drive Emmett back and forth between here and Forks, and we could hardly afford the gas money to come often.

My big brother/best friend/ partner in crime was leaving.

Like Jake, he was going off to get a higher education; one that I couldn't have. I'd be a janitor if it meant I got to see either one of them. They were my dudes. They were willing to get me into trouble, and keep me out of it. Nessie would still be home, but I full out refuse to get her into trouble –I'd go to prison for life for the girl.

I was alone. Sure, I had a phone... but my depressed mind only saw the worst of the situation.

And that just sucked. It was depression worthy.

I continued walking with my short legs attached to sore feet, and I decided I needed a break; so I turned down into a small back alley and continued walking until I got to the end.

What I saw would completely change my life forever.

I saw a huge fence, and inside it was the weirdest thing; a basket ball court with a basket ball in the corner.

I just thought "why the hell not". I'm cold, alone, and my feet hurt. I'm gonna play basketball.

I walked into the cage, kicked off my shoes, took off my socks, rolled up my dress pants that I'd been forced into to make a good impression, took off my "good" jacket, and ran over to that corner to snatch up the ball.

I began dribbling like I'd seen the professionals do on Charlie and Emmett's sport idols do, just like I used to do with my dad, when we'd play, getting a good grip on the ball, and controlling it with small, minor movements of my fingers so it'd go in the right direction. I tried that for about five minutes, and then began walking with the ball.

I'd always been told in gym class that you're not supposed to watch the ball, so I didn't. It was hard not to, but eventually I did.

And then I started thinking, which was something I really didn't want to do right now, but my mind had a mind of its own; which sucked.

I thought about Jacob, how he'd gotten a scholarship to some fancy school, and left me.

Nessie had been pretty upset, but he called her often, so she was ok.

Nessie was in Jr. High, and she was having boy troubles; I was pretty useless on that point –I didn't have any experience, or advice, so I just asked Em to take care of them; he did.

And Nessie was very confused, but happy; she didn't like that kind of attention.

Then my mind wandered to a very unwelcome subject; Mom.

Her smile, her chocolate eyes that lit up when she saw me do something 'smart" the chocolate eyes that were an exact match to mine, to Charlie –who had passed it onto Emmett and Nessie. Her deep brown, dark hair; an exact match to mine –though her hair was wavy, not curly. And her blood the smell, the way it matted her hair together-

I dropped the thought and focused hard on the basket ball. I felt someone come up behind me, and I got defensive –something I'm extremely good at. I kept my ball away from the person; I kept my back to him, keeping the ball. He tried countless times to get it away from me, but he never succeeded. He grunted, and moved around to my front, but in synch I turned too. It was intense; and I was having fun.

He'd reach in with his long muscular arms, and I'd turn around just in time. He always played clean –which was good. He didn't get the ball once.

I smiled and continued "hogging" the ball.

I don't know how we played, but eventually he gave up and left. I was a little sad, but I continued dribbling the ball slowly. Just like I used to, with Jake.

Jake and I used to be incredible at Basketball, we'd play all the time. I was always laughing and happy when we did that. But thinking about Jacob didn't make me happy, in fact, it made me downright miserable. So I dropped the ball and looked to the gate where I'd dropped off my stuff –and there were four dudes looking extremely shocked. What? And then I recognised my opponent –he was really tall, and had his hair cut short.

I heard a gasp and a rasping "Bell-Marie?" I turned to see none other than my best friend –Jacob Black.

"Jake?"

"Wait," the guy interrupted "I got beat by a girl. I got beat by Bella Swan, Jacobs friend back home. The girl that fucked up, and got expelled for the food fight of the century? The same girl who beat the shit out of him, chased him around his yard with a pitch fork, because he insulted the girl he's obsessed with? The one he can't seem to shut up about? The one that fell out of her window trying to sneak out of the house to hang out with him? Are you that Bella?"

"It's Marie, and I see I've been a topic of discussion. Thanks a lot Jake. Really." Sarcasm really is my best way of communication –and my most used.

"Why are you here?"

I opened my mouth to explain –rather embarrassed about running out on Em, but a guy I didn't notice before stepped out and began talking –very fast talking.

"Who cares why she's here? Sam can't get past her, I doubt anyone else can. She has to join! I can see it now 'St. Adams Washington Wolves first female player defeats all in her path' or something like that. She's absolutely amazing! With some work on her shooting, and shed be pro!" he actually jumped at the end in his excitement –it was slightly creepy.

"Maybe. Lets see how she does first." The guy Sam said.

By now I was already down the warm, homey ally, and shooting. To others it might seem cold, and ugly, but to me it was like home. It was a place I found comfort, and the place where all the pieces fell together and I was able to not be alone.

One thing I've never figured out is that I'm terrified to be alone, but yet when I feel alone, I go to be alone. I've never quite figured that out. I doubt I ever will.

I began bouncing the ball, twisting and turning, bouncing it in a V pattern through my legs. My clothes were dry for once, like my shoes. To be Point Forward, you have to be good with the ball. You also have to be well rounded –no special talents, just good enough for everything else. But I was amazing at keeping the ball, being defensive –I just need to work on my passing.

I don't know how long I did that, maybe ten minutes, before I heard dress shoes on pavement. The sound was soft; I looked down through the fence to see Esme –the head mistress at my school. She rushed through the open gate, rushing to me.

"Marie?"

"Ya...?" I asked, drawling it out.

"I have a favour to ask. My nephew, he wants to join the team. Could you do it now? And put your hood up –hide your hair, he thinks you're a boy. Your name is Mark, by the way." She rushed. Esme never rushes, so I knew she really wanted him to get in, but I didn't want to do it here. St. Adams has a messed up system for Basketball, and all other team sports. You had to tryout, playing someone who's already on the team. And then... well, I still haven't figured it out yet, because it was different for me, and I haven't seen one yet; guys are asses when they find out the "captain" is a girl.

"No, doesn't it have to be different? Have every one here?" my argument was unjustified, and I'd be okay with playing the dude –anywhere but here. Because on the off chance I thought he was good enough –which very few people are- then we'd share the place we made the team. And this was my place. I was ok with sharing it with the guys and my friends, but not Esme's "prodigy" nephew. Esme was ok, but as far as I knew, her brother was a cheating ass hole.

But my argument was soon shot down –repetitively. I even stomped my foot. She told me to act like a guy and go hide my face and hair in the corner while she talked to "Jasper". Esme is amazing –I am not. In fact, I just make things interesting.

I was pissed to say the least. The guy was toast –I wasn't gonna give him my court.

I stormed off to the corner to hide my hair and face. I felt his eyes on me, analysing my size, what position I could play –he was trying to figure me out.

I smile to myself. If he only knew that I was Marie instead of Mark. He'd probably be really pissed –cause the only time I'd let him see my face was if I'd won –or on the small possible chance of a draw.

I turned around and began playing with the ball –I could do so much better, but I wanted him to know that something was coming.

I ran up to the hoop and scored. I was feeling victorious. I turned around to see him before going to the middle.

The guy hadn't even moved.

But when I looked up through my carefully disarrayed hair –shadowed by my hood, something changed. Because he had this desperate look in his eyes, like he needed it. His baby blues were full of wonder. Like he thought I was amazing. His damp blonde hair was flinging out at the ends.

And he was tall. Not Jacob tall, but he was still tall.

Esme screamed at him to move –to win.

And then the wonder was gone. Replaced by desperation I knew to well. And he was determined.

And I thought something I really shouldn't have. I thought I wish Seth was here so he'd have a better shot of winning. I. Do. Not. Think. Things. Like. That!

But I recognised him –not that I'd known him in the past, but I recognised the look. I'd had almost the exact same one when we were looking for a school. I'd seen Emmett with it when he was trying out.

The completely desperate look you get when you have nowhere to go.

Yep. The kid was desperate.

And so I tossed him the ball, and relinquished my court –it was both of ours now.

I ran after him, and in a very Be- old me fashion, I tripped. I cried out.

The guy stopped, looking back.

As you can probably already see I've decided what I'm going to do. For each chapter I'm gonna have the POV's of people who are in the same place, or have a completely different perspective; it varies. So, one Emmett and Rose check up, One Bella and Jasper, and maybe some other people... wait and see! I don't know how long yet, but maybe three days...? Depends what I have to finish before moving on to the next chapter... make sense? Sorry for taking forever, and I'm really sorry! Life is crazy, and it completely sucks.

Would you believe that life is so crazy that this was already written, but I didn't have time to post?

Next, we get Alice and Edward FINALLY shows up!

I'll update at five reviews, or a week –whichever happens first-

-Leah