I'd been sitting on the windowsill for an hour before I heard anything other than the serene surrounding me.

Footsteps were coming up the stairs; they passed my room so I paid no further attention until I saw Alice scaling the roof towards my room from Esme and Carlisle's open window.

"Alice, what are you doing?" I asked as she struggled to find a path.

Well, looks like you're good at one thing Isabella. I got out of the window and walked over to her easily, it seemed that I was a good climber; she looked a little out of her depth.

"I'm coming to see you, I missed you." She grinned, slipping.

I quickly grabbed her and helped her through my window. I followed in after her to find her perched cross-legged on my day-bed. I couldn't help but smile at her efforts.

"How on earth did you slip Alice, you're a vampire..." I said, raising an eyebrow.

"Alright so I slipped on purpose because I knew that you'd let me in." She admitted, shrugging.

I chuckled and shut the window so I could concentrate on her, "Why didn't you just knock?" I asked.

She looked at me like I was missing something, "You would answer me, and then you'd shut the window and stay in here even longer." She huffed at me.

I considered that for a while before deciding that she was probably right, "Okay then," I smiled, getting off the windowsill and unlocking my door. "I still don't know why you lot all have locks, they're easily broken or unlocked." I chuckled.

"Believe me, sometimes you really don't want to see what's behind a locked door Isabella." She said, looking horrified.

"Wow, that's heavy." I said sarcastically, she giggled and shoved a pillow into my face.

"Just trust me and do not break into a locked room – it's for your own good." She said, looking serious so I nodded to shut her up.

"Alright, so – no unlocking doors, let you use me as a Barbie and don't be sarcastic..." I asked, looking at her.

She grinned, "Right,"

"Alice, be honest with me; are you trying to make me spontaneously combust into a pile of ashes?" I asked; my face completely serious.

She seemed a little uncomfortable and stumped at what to say, her face looked so confused that I couldn't hold in my laughter anymore and I burst out into a fit of giggles.

"Isabella Cullen what am I going to do with you?!" She yelled, hitting me with another pillow.

Isabella Cullen...I liked that sound of that. Her willing acceptance of me caused me to grin and giggle like a school girl asked on her first date as I threw a large purple cushion at her.

She then grabbed a pillow, swatted me with at and called out, "Catch me if you can," From the hallway.

I chuckled and armed myself with a pillow as I ran into the hallway after her.

I caught her on the stairs and she screamed like she was being mauled when I hit her with the fluffy pillow. I laughed so much I fell of the floor at her mercy.

She seized the chance and stole both pillows, hitting me double-time with them. I laughed hysterically as did she and not thirty seconds later we were on the floor chuckling like crazy people.

"I think I caught you." I snickered, shoving her shoulder.

"Yeah, but I won." She said, sticking her tongue out at me.

"You want to bet?" I grinned, picking up my pillow again.

She screamed, grabbed her pillow and ran off down the next flight of stairs, past the bathroom and into the lounge where everyone was. Somehow she turned the tables and was chasing me before long but she couldn't catch me.

Then, in a completely illegal and unfair advantage, Jasper grabbed me and threw me towards Alice's armed profile. I screamed like a damsel in distress as she swatted me over and over with the fluff-bomb.

I could hear people chuckling at out antics behind me but I was busy trying to get away from Jasper so I could run from Alice into my room and lock the door again.

"Oh no you don't!" She yelled, did she just read my mind? "Don't let her go Jazz," She yelled, throwing the pillow at me and running off.

Jasper kept hold of me as I heard Alice run upstairs into her room, within a second she was back with a camera. I screamed, "No!" But by then she'd already taken he picture and it was out of the camera.

She handed it to me and I chuckled at my face, it was comical how wide my mouth was as Jasper held me easily to his chest – smiling like there wasn't a vampire struggling away from him.

Then I got a fantastic idea, "Alice, can I have this picture please?"

She smiled and said, "Of course, but one second." I wondered what she was doing before she handed Jasper the camera and stood next to me.

I looked at her smile and tried to copy it but gave up and did my own goofy grin. I grabbed her into a hug and let all my emotions show through my eyes.

The flash didn't bother vampires so I grabbed the picture, kissed Alice's cheek and high-fived Jasper before bolting upstairs. My desk had all the stationary I would need to create my idea.

I trimmed the white edges off of the picture of Jasper and I – I then taped the pieces of paper than had a caption on, it said; 'Alice cheats in pillow fights' on it and I grinned.

I then got the one of Alice and I, she had pulled a face like mine at the last minute and I wrote another caption in my scruffy handwriting, this one was a little harder to narrate so I put the truth down, once I'd stuck it on I put it on top of the one of Jasper and I and got off my chair – dashing to Carlisle's office.

"Come in," He said, he sounded really fed up.

The door opened silently unlike the rest and I stood timidly with the door part-way open. He didn't look up at me but spoke anyway, "Alice I swear if you ask me again if you can bother Bella I'll put you in quarantine." He huffed angrily.

I giggled and his head shot up to me, grinning like an idiot, in his doorway.

"I'm sorry Isabella, I thought you were–" I helped him out and cut him off because he looked really embarrassed.

"Alice yeah, I know – she did bother me in the end but it's alright." I smiled, taking a few more small steps into his office. "I was just wondering if you had a spare corkboard I could borrow."

He looked a little shocked at my request but answered nonetheless, "As it happens, yes I do. What do you need it for my dear?" He asked, smiling weakly.

"Oh, Alice took a photo of Jasper and I after out game," I smiled and he grinned back.

"Yes, I heard that; and I do regret not getting to watch."

"Indeed, and the picture gave me an idea – I would like to document my time with you with photographs." I smiled.

He seemed more than happy to give me the corkboard but just as I was leaving he cleared his throat, "Isabella...you are...happy here aren't you?" He stopped himself and tried again, "What I mean is, you seem to have settled in a little better with this new project, yes?" He asked.

I smiled, "Yes, all it took was some encouragement." I said, leaving his office and propping the board against the wall as I went in search of Alice.

For the first time in what felt like years I skipped from joy through the corridors of the Cullen's home, my home.

"Alice?" I called out after a while; I couldn't seem to find her anywhere.

I walked into the dining room and the two haters were in there, doing what looked like some kind of school work. I stopped skipping immediately and locked eyes with the blonde – this was my home too now and I wasn't going to be picked on.

"Erm, do you happen to know where Alice is?" I asked, my voice was stronger than before but still not strong enough.

"No, she went out with Jasper. But she left this for you." Edward said, pushing the camera towards me like it had a disease.

I smiled at them distantly and grabbed the camera; I quickly snapped a picture of Edward and Rosalie glaring at me and ran off. I could hear growling but that was it – at least they didn't chase me.

The picture was better than planned, it had everything in it – Rosalie was gripping the table with hate in her eyes and Edward looked like he wanted to rip the camera to pieces.

Grabbing some glue I opened the diary that was set in the middle of the desk and stuck the picture in.

I wrote;

12th April

So it's my first day here, Carlisle is so compassionate about everything that he does – and when Esme showed me that I had my own room I felt like bursting into tears right there and then.

A world like this has never existed before – a world where love is shared with me, a world where hunting is close enough to guilt-free and family terms such as 'husband', 'daughter' and 'son' are thrown around like they mean nothing and everything at the same time.

Though that really makes me weep can be explained simply as this – Edward Cullen and Rosalie Hale.

Their distain from me is no secret and not unjustified, but why it is so amplified compared to the rest of their family's reactions is and probably always will be a mystery to me.

I sighed at my words on the page, I'd be screwed if someone read this but then I guess if they read it they'd only confirm what they thought was going on in my head.

Once I'd closed the book I went to the corner of my room and took a photo of my room, then my wardrobe and then my view.

I wrote captions for all of those as well; the bedroom's one said 'My first bedroom'. The picture of my wardrobe said, 'Alice strikes again' and the view out of my window read 'My happy place'. I smiled as I pinned them all to the corkboard and mounted it on my wall, it was empty now but give me a few weeks and it would be full of memories I would never and could never forget.

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