Disclaimer: Stephanie meyer owns twilight not me.

"Miss, miss!"

I am roused from my sleep by the feeling of my body being gently shaken. I groan when I become aware of the stiffness in my joints and the pain in my neck. When I open my eyes I am met with the sight of the blinding white sun and I have to blink a few times to see the owner of the voice in front of me.

"Miss, this is the last stop."

The bus driver gently shakes my shoulder again.

"Thank you" I whisper tiredly as I start to grab my stuff. He nods his head at me and walks back down to the front of the bus.

Before I even step off of the bus, I can smell the dust and dirt that comes with the scorching desert heat. Even though it's not yet midday, the sun is high in the sky and already baking the ground beneath my feet.

I feel a bead of sweat roll down the back of my neck and I desperately want to pull my hair in to a high ponytail to scoop it of my face but I daren't. My long dull brown hair lies straight around my face, shielding most of it from view.

The cap on top of my head helps shadow my face and although it makes my head feel hotter, I'm grateful of it keeping the sun from burning the pale skin of my face.

I had stolen it from a vendor at a train station. A quick fix solution meant to hide my face from the amount of police gathered there. The irony of the cap I hurriedly picked up being a sports cap wasn't lost on me. Bella swan, sports fan, yeah right!

Currently, I'm in this tiny town, about a hundred miles northwest of Austin, Texas that is home to less than two thousand people. As I wander around it reminds me of Forks. Except for the weather and the lack of green. Although there are a few trees about, the leaves are beginning to turn a shade of burt umber due to the late summer sun.

I picked this minuscule town for a reason, it's isolated enough to not have heard the big city gossip and its about as far as the money I have left can take me. Besides, who would think that a missing big city girl would be lying low in Podunk town in the middle of nowhere? Nothing ever happens in big towns, and then the corner of my mouth pulls up to form a wry smile and I correct my thoughts. No one ever thinks anything happens in small towns.

So far my trip hasn't turned out at all like I thought it would, running away isn't anything like what it's portrayed to be in the movies.

For the first month I hopped from town to town not trying to stay in one place too long, staying in motels only for one night and the moving on to the next place. But the few hundred dollars I had only got me so far and money became thin very quickly.

Getting a job with out any qualifications or identification was surprisingly difficult. Nobody wanted to hire a seventeen year old and yeah, I could have lied about my age but I really don't look an older than a high school senior. That paired with the fact that I carry what is now my whole life possessions in a small rucksack seems to scream trouble. And as everyone has told me, they don't want any trouble.

The last two months I have spent roughing it, sleeping in bus shelters and trees if I can find one, using the bathrooms in fast food restaurants to brush my teeth and splash my face with water. I have deep bruise like circles around my eyes from lack of sleep and if I was prettier I could almost look like a Cullen. My heart clenches at the thought of my former supernatural family. I shake my head to try to get rid of the painful memory's of the family that will now never know me. But more unwanted thoughts buzz around my skull.

What about the people that will still remember me? What about my dad? I wonder how he's coping and if he'll blame my mother. If I close my eyes I can imagine him looking through news reports, checking and rechecking them, looking for anything that he might of missed, any clue as to where I might have gone. I wonder if dad will have anyone to come around and support him when harry dies. Will harry die? Before his heart attack was caused by being attacked by Victoria and seeing his two children change. Will that happen now? The nomads will no longer have a reason to stay in town so does that mean that some of the wolves now won't shift?

So many things that I am only just thinking about. On the road I've been more worried about avoiding detection and looking over my shoulder and wondering where my next meal would come from to think about anything else. Most of the time when I wake up from my short naps I'm too shattered to think of anyone other than myself.

I had a small reprieve for a while when a woman who owned a small diner took pity on me and offered me a position as a waitress as the previous one had just quit expectedly and they were short staffed. I was wary at first as I knew she could tell I was running from something, but when she offered me the spare room in her flat upstairs I couldn't really say no. The thoughts of a warm bed and a hot shower were too tempting.

Eventually though I had to leave. I went downstairs one night for a glass of water, when I heard her and her husband talking. They were discussing whether or not to encourage me to go to the police. I know they were just trying to look out for me but I decided it was time to leave. By the time the sun woke up I'd packed all my things and had left them a note thanking them for their hospitality but explaining that it was time for me to move on.

When my stomach grumbles I head to what appears to be the only diner in town. The one storey cafe is covered in a sunny yellow paint that has faded in most places to a creamy white, bleached under the fiery Texas sun. There's a neon 'open' sign on one of the large dusty windows, but only one of the four letters is actually working.

When I push open the door open, everyone inside turns toward me and stares. That's the downside to small towns, everyone knows everyone and I have no doubt that by the end of the day everyone will know of the new arrival in town and maybe even a few people from the next town over. That's the price I pay for picking such a small town, and I hope I can afford it.

The attention makes me nervous and I reach up and pull my cap more firmly over my face.

I make my way to a booth furthest away from everyone else and sit down on the cracked plastic seating. I take a look at the menu and immediately look at the cheapest thing on it. I'm on my last seventeen dollars and I still have to find somewhere to stay for the night.

While I'm deciding, the waitress comes over. "Welcome to Cal's diner" she drones while clacking her gum. "What can I get ya?"

"Erm.. .the small beef burger and a water please." Soda just makes me more thirsty.

"Sure" she says in the same bored tone, not even taking the order down before heading back to the counter.

While I wait for my food I take my cap off and ruffle my hair, trying to cool my head down and make myself look more presentable. I still feel the stares from the other diners so I turn my head to look out the window into the empty street.

Just as I wonder if I have time to go to the toilet to brush my teeth a plate of food is put down in front of me. I turn towards the waitress and as she glances up at my face her eyes go wide in recognition. Damn, I forgot to put my cap back on! I reach for it, but she has already opened her mouth.

"Hey aren't you that girl from the news!"

At her exclamation everyone turns around to look at me.

Crap, obviously I didn't travel far enough.

I'll have to start again then.

A.N I hope you enjoyed.

Is anyone interested in a Bones/twilight crossover? vamps won't be a part of the story by the way.