Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters created by Stephenie Meyer. This is only a fanfiction.

Author's Note: When you visualize how the characters look, please know that I'm basing them off of how they looked in the Twilight films./span/p

Chapter 1, Homecoming/span/p

There is so much a person can say about his or her college experience. It's an adventure that is normally only experienced once in person's lifetime and absolutely fleeting. It's exciting and nerve racking to break away from your childhood bonds and see new places, meet new people, and try new things. All these new places, people, and things will allow you to form your own opinions and will shape you into who you want to be when you officially step into adulthood. One almost always walks out of college as a completely different person from the one they walked in as.

I would miss this campus, that much was true. In just two days after graduation I had all of my belongings from my dorm room packed into boxes and ready to be loaded into my SUV out front. Just in case, I looked around the room once more to ensure nothing was missed. My roommate was only halfway finished packing her own things. Her clothes, notebooks, pens, and other random items were strewn all around her side of the room. Despite her mess, I was confident that I didn't overlook anything that belonged to me.

"Hey Christine, do you want some help packing?" I offered.

My roommate pushed her dyed teal colored hair away from her face as she looked from me to my packed boxes./span/p

"Oh wow, you're already done?" She asked in bewilderment, "You're so organized. Yes, please. I can't fold these clothes tight enough to fit them all in this suitcase."/

I walked over to her twin sized bed where a pile of clothes lay and began folding. Most of her clothes were black with a few pieces of color thrown in here and there. Her style was gothic, daring, and artistic. Fishnets, skirts, black thigh-high stockings, and combat boots were just a few items that made up her outfits. I could never pull off the gothic style, but she wore her clothes with such confidence and I loved to admire her look each day. I had once taken some really beautiful photos of her leaning against an old tree in a cemetery. I needed the photos for one of my photography classes and she was the only one I knew who could pull off the beautifully dark imagery that I needed. She just had fun going all out with her outfits and makeup.

After about 30 minutes of helping her pack, I realized that I should head out. I had a long drive back to Forks, Washington and I wanted to drive the majority of the way there today. It would be a two day trip back up north and I didn't want to show up at the motel too late.

After acquiring a hand truck from the utility closet on the ground floor, it only took me a few trips from my room out to my small SUV. When everything was loaded and the hand truck was returned, I finally said my goodbyes to Christine. She was a good roommate and a good friend to me in the last two years here at the university.

Christine wouldn't be leaving Los Angeles like I was. She was one of the lucky few and landed a job at a popular art gallery right before graduation. I did try to stay in L.A. when I applied for a position as a photographer for a magazine, but I was passed over for someone who had more experience. I supposed it was foolish to think I had a chance because that's how jobs worked in California. You would think that having a degree in hand would be enough for an entry level position, but it's not. Employers want the person with lots of experience as well. I was always confused as to how anyone in this state ever got a job with all the high demands an employer makes for an entry position, but that's fine because I'm going back home to plan out my next move.

Every couple of minutes I glanced up to my rearview mirror to watch as L.A. shrank behind me and eventually out of sight. I smiled to myself as the realization of getting to see my family again sunk in. I missed them and since I had decided to go to school in L.A. rather than in Washington, I hadn't seen as much as I would've liked to. My younger brothers were just kids when I left, but now they were juniors at Forks high school. Four years was a long time to not be home and I wondered if I'd see any of my old friends home from university now as well.

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"Angie!" My mother cried as she met me halfway up the walkway and wrapped me in a hug.

"Mom!" I laughed and hugged her back. "You just saw me a few days ago at my graduation."

My mother and father came to watch me graduate, but my brothers couldn't make it. They got themselves into trouble the last week of school and had to stay to serve one last detention.

"Oh I know, but I'm just so happy you're home now." She broke away but kept one arm around my shoulder.

My father stood on the front porch watching us. He gave me a smile and said, "Welcome home."

"Thanks dad."

"Boys!" My mother yelled for my two younger brothers. "Get out here and see your sister!"

"We're coming." Josh laughed as he and Isaac came outside to hug me.

"We missed ya, sis'." Isaac said.

I put an arm around each of their necks and brought them both in for a tight hug. Both were as tall as me now.

I think I probably missed my brothers the most. My father was always so busy with church business and my mother was often out with her friends doing charity and fundraising for the church that I was the one who took care of the boys most of the time. I cooked for them, did their laundry, and made sure they finished their homework every day. My parents always told me how thankful they were that I took on the responsibility, but there were many times when I wished they were home so I could go do what I wanted to do.

"Let's let Angela come inside to rest. She's had a long drive." Dad said aloud and then ordered the boys, "Guys, go get her things out of the car."

My room was kept pretty much the same as it was before I left for college. My book shelves were empty due to me taking all of my books with me to California, but my jewelry still hung neatly on hooks on the wall next to the window, and my random little trinkets still sat on top of my dresser. I could tell my bed had been freshly made and I smiled as I ran my fingers over my favorite green quilt. It had been handmade and my mother bought it for me from a local shop. I took a deep calming breath as I stared out the window at the grey sky. The view slightly obscured by trees. I was finally home.