"Bells it's time for school" Charlie yelled.

'Great. I get be the new girl at school.' I thought getting dressed.

I had been pondering since I arrived in Forks whether or not to keep down the path I was heading. I had no clue where it would take me but it already brought me to the rainiest place on the U.S continent.

My own mother had abandoned me due to my promiscuousness and drinking, maybe also because she and Phil had gotten back together. I had to consider I wouldn't have anywhere else to go if Charlie decided I was a lost cause too. Was I really that horrible?

"Come on Bella" he yelled a final warning.

Grabbing my black messenger bag I yelled back, "I'm coming"

Reaching the bottom of the steps I see Charlie sitting in the kitchen reading the sports section.

"Are you taking me to school?" I asked

Looking up from the newspaper, a small smile passes his lips before he grabs something from his pants pocket.

"Come outside."

Okay I was confused. Soon though, I found out why he was being weird. There sitting in the drive was an ancient Chevy. Oh my heavens I was in love with the reddish orange beat up truck.

My arms flung around Charlie, almost knocking him over, "Thank you, I love it!"

"I knew you would, I bought it off my friend Billy, you remember Billy don't you? You and his son used to play together when you were little."

I vaguely remembered a little tan boy but that was it.

"I kind of remember." I told him honestly.

With a chuckle he shipped me off to school. I was happy to go, getting to drive my wicked awesome new truck.

On the drive to school I had to ask myself again, how did I want go about being the new girl. Did I want to wipe my slate clean and keep to myself or keep on getting used?

I know that it should have been an easy answer, to most it would be a no brainer but with me it was not the case. I was so messed up and I couldn't blame it on my past either. I was the one who took everything that happened to me and ran the opposite direction. When most would avoid men like the plague, I ran towards them, finding the attention they gave filling a void within me.

All too soon I arrived at Forks High, pulling into a parking space my truck backfired. All the kids laughed. I didn't care; I patted the dash board telling my baby to ignore the truck haters. A loud squeak resonated through the packed parking lot as I opened the door, "Don't worry my precious I'll get you all fixed up when I get home".

Hey don't judge, this was my first vehicle.

I grabbed my bag out before shutting the door and heading to the hell hole known as high school.