"Hey, Isabella Swan, right?"

"Yes," I answered, hesitantly turning from my locker towards the chipper brunette. This had been happening all morning - people confirming who I was, like I didn't already stick out like a sore thumb. It was a small town, people obviously didn't know me, even though I'd spent several summers here before.

"I'm Jessica Stanley! We have English together."

"Right—," I didn't really remember but she cut me off before I could say anything else.

"It's so awesome that you're here. My mom heard from Ms. Cope, who heard from your dad, that you would most likely be coming to live here for the rest of the year. We don't really get any new people here. But I guess you're a different story. I mean, being the Chief's daughter and all…did you wanna sit with me and my friends for lunch? Unless you were eating with someone else."

Trying to comprehend what had just come out of her mouth, I agreed to sit with her. I finished grabbing the books I would need for after lunch, then shut my locker and followed Jessica to the lunchroom, listening to her talk away about everything and anything. She switched from one topic to the next, talking a mile a minute.

We sat down at a table after grabbing food, and I was introduced to Angela, Eric, Lauren, Ben, Tyler, and Mike. Jessica somehow continued to talk, but her friends seemed to be able to get a word in here and there. Angela seemed to be a really sweet girl, and someone I could actually be good friends with. I could feel Mike, Eric, and even Tyler's eyes on me. They were at least somewhat discreet in trying to see if I was single.

Looking around the cafeteria, I watched other groups of friends sitting together, eating and talking, some goofing off. I noticed some from my previous classes, but then most of my classes held the same people. The others in the cafeteria I could only assume were Juniors, Sophomores, and Freshmen.

My eyes stopped across the cafeteria, on four individuals who just….seemed like they didn't belong. Not only were they exceptionally beautiful, but there was a…feeling that told me they were important, more important than this tiny small town high school.

"Those are the Cullens," Angela whispered from my right. I glanced at her, she was looking at the four individuals I was. "Their ancestors founded the town. Well, a couple other families too. Including yours."

My head spun back towards her so fast, I was surprised I didn't give myself whiplash. "Mine?"

"Yeah, the Swans, Cullens, Newtons, Blacks, and my ancestors, the Webers," She looked back down to her food, not elaborating, which I found weird. Deciding not to press, I looked back to the Cullens, something again telling me they were important somehow.

My staring was cut short by the bell. I packed up my stuff and was offered to be walked to class by Jessica and Mike, who I had Biology with next. I walked with him, but was unfocused, wondering to myself why Charlie never mentioned our family being one of the founders of this town. That seemed like something you'd be proud of, something you'd want to tell your kids.

Shaking myself from my thoughts as I entered the Biology room, I spoke to a Mr. Molina, getting him to sign the paper I needed to hand in at the end of the day, and gaining any extra materials he decided to give me.

"You can sit next to Edward," Mr. Molina pointed to an empty table in the middle right of the room.

"Edward's not here today, Mr. Molina," a student noted as they walked by, headed to their seat.

"Huh," Mr. Molina's brow furrowed. "Guess you'll have to do the lab we have today, alone Ms. Swan."

"That's fine," I gave a small smile before taking a seat at the table.

The lab we were doing today was an easy one; one I had already done a month ago at my previous school. I was somewhat glad I got to do it alone, I got to get it done quickly, without having to try and work through it with a partner. I pretended to do homework for other classes while I went back to thinking of Angela's comment.

I was born here in the town of Forks, and as far as I knew, Charlie and Renee, my parents, were too. When I was five, Charlie and Renee decided to split. Their personalities just clashed and honestly, I'm surprised they lasted as long as they did. Charlie was an easy going guy but stubborn as a mule and my mother was a free spirit. I was more of a parent to my mother as a kid, making sure she ate since she couldn't cook, making sure she was up for work, etc. I spent some summers with Charlie, but he mostly worked, being the Chief of Police and I think that was one of the reasons he didn't fight for custody of me. That and the fact that I think he was lost in raising a teenage girl by himself.

My mother never told me much about her time in Forks or with Charlie, and I just thought it was because she didn't want to dwell. She was the type of person to move forward and look to the future. Charlie also never told me much about Forks or his family, but he also wasn't much of a talker. He said what he needed to and that was that.

Now with Angela's comment, I was starting to wonder about my ancestry and this small little town that I had hated growing up because there was nothing here and it always rained.

I was grateful when the day was finally done and I was able to leave. However, instead of going straight home like I had planned, I went to the library to see what I could dig up on the true history of Forks, Washington.

Searching the internet gave me a whole lot of nothing. It stated the basics that you could easily find on Wikipedia, but it gave nothing on its founding. So I turned to searching the books in the library. It took me a while, but I found an old leather-bound journal type book that seemed to have what I needed at first glance.

I sat down in the corner of the library, out of sight. The first couple of pages in the book confirmed what Angela had told me. My ancestors, long before it had been called Forks, founded this area, along with the Cullens, Webers, Newtons, and Blacks. Then it got more interesting. A few of the families, namely the Webers and Newtons, started dabbling in black magic, which in turn caused a huge fight between the five families. This fight, added in with a twist of a tragic love story, created a curse as well as something called a conversion, which was basically love at first sight in some weird complicated way.

Trying to wrap my head around all of this sudden information and what it meant, I was overwhelmed and needed answers. I went to the librarian, to see if I could check the book out in some way. Thankfully, I was able to. I placed the book in my backpack and got in the truck that Charlie had gotten me upon my first day in Forks. I drove straight to the police station, noting Charlie's police cruiser, as well as another cruiser, parked.

Making my way straight into the station and towards Charlie's desk, as I remembered from when I was here as a little girl, I made no attempts to stop, even to greet the secretary.

I needed answers and I wasn't going to leave until I had any.