The Guardian

Chapter One- The Dragon Clan

I sat in an uncomfortable school desk just waiting. Waiting for a couple things in particular, actually. One was that I was waiting for the f-ing bell to ring to free me from this 'school' as they call it. I personally think they should call it something more appropriate like, Hell, for instance.

The second reason, I was waiting for my gang. They usually ditched the last ten to 15 minuets of class and waited outside my classroom for me, since I did not dare to skip. They didn't get into trouble because we were the most known and respected gang in the town of Forks.

The Dragon Clan.

Every time someone new joined, the rest of us made sure that everyone knew who he/she were, so there were no mistakes. The Dragon Clan was a very simple and clean gang. We didn't kill, no matter what. Someone could identify a person's status in the clan by looking at the symbol said person wore. Almost everyone in the clan wore a different color, except for newcomers.

Don't ask me how this all started, I mean, with the gang and all. I can't really explain it, it just…happened.

TGbyELV

I think it all really started for me when I was still living with my mother, Renee. I used to live with her in Phoenix, Arizona with my step dad, Phil.

One day, when I came home from school, my mom and step dad were already home, and waiting for me. Not a good sign, so I set my backpack down on the stairs close to where they were both were sitting on the couch, looking very uncomfortable, I might add.

"Bella," My mom called lightly, beckoning me to them. Slowly walking towards my mother, I felt something in the pit of my stomach that told me something bad was about to happen. "Bella, we have something we need to tell you."

"What is it, Mom?" I asked, standing in front of them now.

"Well…" My mother paused and Phil took the moment and flipped it to his advantage. He had decided to take the discussion into his own hands.

"Isabella, we're moving." His voice was strong, wrapping an arm around my mother, who was looking at the ground, her eyes looking very tender. They were showing sadness, which meant she was close to tears.

"That's great! Mom, you've always wanted to move out of here!" I had said it with much enthusiasm that I didn't even notice that he had said my full name, which is something I hate. "Where are we going?"

"We, meaning your mother and me, are moving to Florida. You, Isabella, are moving in with your real father, Charlie." My face fell as low as my heart. There was no way they were moving and leaving me with my jackass of a father.

"Mom, you're joking right?" I asked, my eyes meeting hers. She was starring at me now, her eyes overflowing with tears. "Tell me this is a joke, Mom!" I said, with urgency in my voice now. She slowly shook her head, and if possible, my face fell even more.

"I'm sorry, Bells, but were not kidding. You'd better go pack, your flight leaves at eight." Phil stated, I turned my gaze towards him, hiding my emotions for fear that he would think he won the fight. I could tell that the blank look he was getting was frightening him. Before I smiled with victory, I quietly turned around, my eyes threatening to fill with tears as I turned my back on my old way of life.

No... I thought to myself. If they're sending me off, then this will be the last memory I will give them.

"Bella," I heard my mother's broken voice from behind me, but I did not dare turn around. "Please don't be angry. I know you don't like your father much, but maybe you could take this chance to get to know him a little better." That sentence tossed my plan out the window and threw my emotions over the edge.

"Get to know him? Get to know him?" I asked, my voice inventorially rising. "We ran out on him, Mom! He doesn't deserve to be given any second chances!" I shouted at her as tears were now freely falling down her face. Phil stood up.

"You will not talk to your mother like that, young lady!" He shouted at me. Why is it that adults think that calling us 'young' something will make us listen? I turned toward him, rage burning in my eyes.

"You're nothing to me, you jerk! And you can't control me!" I exclaimed back with just as much force as he had.

"What did you just say, girl?" He asked trying to be calm, but it was obviously not working.

"Are you deaf?" I asked with as much venom as I could muster. "You. Can't. Control. Me." I said again in the deadly whisper.

"Isabella Marie Swan!" Mom shouted in her broken voice, also standing. She was my height, 5'4''; actually, she almost looked exactly like me, Phil was the odd one out at 6'0, blond hair and blue eyes. "Go to your room!" She shouted the over-used command at me while pointing her finger at the staircase. Walking briskly over to the edge of the stairs I let out a growl of frustration.

"I can't wait until I'm out of here!" I yelled to no one in particular, going up the steps taking them two at a time.

Reaching the top of the staircase, I quickly ran to my room and slammed the door before locking it. Then crossing my arms over my chest tightly, I stood in the middle of my room, looking around and thinking to myself.

Glancing at the clock on my black dresser, I read the time.

6:15

I sighed, grabbing for my black duffel bag that had a yellow strip on either side of it, making it look similar to a bumblebee. It had many different departments for different things, so it would be useful for something like this.

"Fine, I'll pack…" I mumbled under my breath setting the duffel bag on my queen-sized bed that had a polka-dotted quilt on top of it. My mother had decorated the room with many things like pink and green curtains and many others. The walls of my bedroom were painted all white with several different colors thrown into it.

I ransacked my dresser drawers and my desk, putting everything I could possible get my hands on into the duffel bag.

Then, I walked to my closet and threw it open without a second thought. Taking a second to wipe my cheeks from the tears that had been falling before, I stared at all the clothes before me. Then taking ten hangers at a time, I threw them into the now full duffel bag. Zipping up the biggest department, I un-zipped a side pocket.

Running into the average sized bathroom that was attached to my bedroom, I grabbed my shampoo and conditioner, along with my toothbrush and toothpaste. I ran back to the bag and stuffed them in, anxious to have everything ready. Then I walked back to the bathroom and packed everything I thought I would need from there on.

TGbyELV

Everything went by so quickly after that, the next thing I knew I was looking for Charlie, though he stood out rather well in his police uniform. Slowly walking over to him, I took my time. He was looking my way now, but not really looking at me, but looking passed me. Once I got about a foot away from him I stuck my hand out for him to shake.

"Charlie." I greeted, trying to smile but it just wouldn't appear on my face. He finally seemed to notice me as he crossed his arms over his chest, nodding once and ignoring my hand all the way.

"Isabella." I dropped my hand, seeing that he wasn't going to take it. "Go get your bags; I'll be waiting in the car out front." He said, but he was already turned around and heading for the door. I sighed deeply, then turned around and headed for bagged claim. (A/N: I know you're supposed to get your bags before you meet the people but not in this story.)

It was then that I first noticed the four pairs of eyes that were on me. Looking to my left, I saw two males and two females staring directly at me. I noticed how each one looked almost exactly like one another, except for the few small differences.

The two boys were both dark haired but had light blue eyes. I found that a very odd combination. There was only two ways you could possibly tell the two boys apart. One was that one of the boys was an inch taller, and the other being that they were both wearing two different color hoodie's that both had a silver dragon pin on the left side. The shorter one was wearing a gray hoodie, while the taller boy wore a deep red looking one.

The girl's outward appearances were a little different, and yet still the same. One of the girls, the taller one, had a pretty color of red hair and blazing with life green eyes (she was wearing a dodger blue colored hoodie). But the shorter of the girls was a blonde and had the same exact light blue eyes as the two males and was wearing a white hoodie. I looked away when the taller boy started to make his way towards me, the rest of the group following.

I briskly walked towards the belt that carried the luggage out for the owner's to pick them up. Lucky for me, my bag was making its way to my hands. I quickly picked it up and almost, almost, ran out the doors, to Charlie's cop car. I threw my luggage in the trunk before getting into the passengers seat.

"What took you so long?" Charlie asked as I closed the door, obviously angry. I struggled to find an excuse.

"My bag came out last." I mumbled as I looked out the window. I hardly felt us moving so it surprised me that we were pulling into a driveway. Wow, Forks was as small as they said it was.

"Get your bag and then get in your room, don't come out until I say." Charlie said getting out of the car and then slamming the door shut. I was kind of expecting this kind of treatment so I just let it roll off my back.

Getting out of the car I grabbed my bag from the trunk then walked to the front door. I sighed before entering. I didn't have time to look around much because of the cold stare Charlie gave me as I passed him. I gave him the same look silently telling him that I didn't want to be here either. Then I jogged up the stairs, taking two at a time, and walked to the doorframe of my old bedroom.

As I entered I realized everything was exactly the same as I had left it. The white dresser pushed up against the plain white walls. The small twin sized bed with the light colorless sheets on it. I looked out the window, which was next to the dresser, to see an old tree that I had planted when I was little. I remembered that it was a tiny stick coming out of the ground and now it was a beautiful tree that was taller then the whole two-story house.

I smiled to myself and walked over to my desk that was on the other side of my room that was empty. Charlie must have sold the old computer. I shrugged; at least I had brought my laptop to use. And it was better then the old, slow computer anyway. I pushed a chair to the desk to be able to sit down in it later. Then I through my duffel bag onto the small bed and began to un-pack. The first thing I did was take out my alarm clock and set the time, then proceeded to put my clothes into the small closet and the dresser.

Once everything was away I glanced at the clock.

'10:30'.

I sighed for the tenth time that day, and decided it was time for bed.

TGbyELV

"Bells? Hello!" I heard someone in my ear. I quickly flinched away as my arms reflexes kicked into gear, swinging at the source of the voice.

"Touchy, touchy!" The voice said again. I turned too looked at the person, finally figuring out that it was only my best friend Noah. She was the pretty blonde that I had seen that day in the airport. She was still wearing the pure white hoodie that she had been that very day.

TGbyELV

It was my first day at school when they had approached me. We were at lunch, I was sitting at a lunch table by myself because it was apparent that on one was going to invite me to there table other then the annoying girl that I had met, her name was Jessica. I had polity declined her offer and sat by myself. The lunchroom was buzzing with all different kinds of voices blending together, until it was all of a sudden shushed.

I quickly looked around for the source of the sudden hush. Then I realized that everyone was looking at one place. I followed their stares to the doors of the large room. There they stood, about 5 of them, at the doors. I still hadn't known what was up with them, but then noticed the four that I had seen at the airport were standing to either side of what seemed to be there 'leader'. I knew this assumption was correct when he nodded his head ever so slightly and the conversation started up again. They looked like a big blend of different shades of colors.

Sapphire, dodger blue, deep red, gray, and white.

The leader searched around the room, seemingly looking for something, when his sparkling green eyes met my brown ones. A smile graced his lips now as he started for me, the small group following his lead. I hid my face and ate the small remains of my lunch; as I dropped my fork the tray was taken away from me.

I looked up to see the group surrounding me; I looked into the eyes of the Sapphire hooded one, the leader. He had taken my tray and given it to the one with the gray hooded one to throw away, though his gaze never left mine.

"May we?" He asked gesturing to the table. I glanced back at the empty table before nodding. As soon as he made the action to sit down everyone else took a seat around the table. He took the place on my right and girl wearing the white hoodie sat on my left.

"Hello, my name is Ace." He introduced himself as we shook hands.

"Isabella, Bella for short." I replied as he, reluctantly as it seemed, let go of my hand.

"This is Kristen," He said gesturing to the girl next to him wearing the dodger blue hoodie. "Christoph," he gestured to the one in the deep red hoodie, the taller boy that I had seen at the airport. "Max," He pointed to the other boy I saw at the airport that was once again wearing the gray hoodie. "And finally Noah," He said gesturing to the girl sitting on my left. I shook all their hands, one at a time, before turning back to Ace.

"I presume you know who we are?" He asked while his eyes searched mine. I slowly shook my head; no one in this school had really talked to me yet. "You don't?" He asked again, raising an eyebrow. His skater cut light brown bangs fell into his eyes.

"Were only the best known gang in Forks." I heard Christoph explain but then silenced when Ace held up his hand.

"Yes, that is true. I am the leader of the gang, Dragons. Ever heard of us, Bella?" Ace questioned me.

Once again I shook my head. "No, this is my first day here and I haven't met too many people, yet." I explained to them as Ace nodded in understanding.

"Well our territory is all of Forks. We basically stand to protect everyone in our region." Kristen said fingering the silver dragon pin on her hoodie.

So that's what they stood for, I thought to myself nodding when she finished. They were exactly the opposite of a real gang.

"Yes, we've heard your story from a few people here. You may not know them but they sure do know you, Bella." Ace said, reaching into his hoodie's pocket. "I hear that you're the daughter of the Chief of Police, Charlie Swan. Is this true?" I nodded, my expression visibly saddening. "He's a pretty tough cop; I bet he's a very good father." Ace pushed as I looked down at the table.

"Just the opposite," I mumbled, but I knew he had heard.

"What?" He asked his eyes showing worry, but his face had no expression. A leader thing… I told myself.

"I know he doesn't want me here. It wouldn't surprise me if he put me out on the street, but him being a cop he wouldn't do it because it would 'dent' his reputation." I made air quotes around the last words. Looking around the table, from face to face, I saw that they all had on the same expressions on.

"Well, Isabella," Ace started.

"Bella," I corrected him, I didn't care if he was the leader of a big bad gang, and they wouldn't dare touch me anyway.

"Bella," He paused and smiled. "The reason we came over here was to ask you to join in our gang. We could really use a new member." His face was one that was silently pleading with me. I started to nod, but then stopped.

I'd be better off if I asked Charlie about it first, I thought to my self. "I don't know, I mean I just got here and I need to get my priorities straight first." I lied, though it was more to myself then to them. He was disappointed, they all were.

"Okay then," Ace said as the bell rang. "Take these and think it over." Ace leaned down and kissed my cheek lightly before motioning for everyone to leave. Once they were all gone I opened the folded paper.

The Dragon Clan

Rules

1. While with the clan you must always wait for the leaders command before acting.

2. Do not kill.

3. Must wear hoodie that will be received, at all times.

4. All meetings are mandatory to attend.

5. All information that may be received is confidential.