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Umm... Hi? Sorry! This will probably be the last update till the end of June. May/June is the time period for my GCSE exams, and are extremely important to me. Sorry! If it makes it any better, I'd rather write ;) But I really am sorry about the wait. Did you know the word 'dying' is in 'studying? I feel like that...

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Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight and the original idea goes to Darkened-Sun.

2002

Being in Volterra again has been an exciting change to the nomadic lifestyle I've been leading for the last few decades. Being able to see and feel my father and my family in my arms makes me feel so loved and happy. Felix has been teasing me constantly as he always did, and Jane looked so pleased to have her best friend back. When I was telling everyone of my visits and stories over the years we sat by a fire, which I made dance and act out some of my stories, like when I showed off my fire to Maria. Everyone was so mesmerised.

In the years I have been here since I returned in 1950 I have done my fair share of more missions, but my heart wasn't in it. Not anymore. After seeing how everyone treated me, as a child, it began to get on my nerves. I was almost 1500 years old for heaven's sake! I can't die from holding power over fire, so I don't get why they fuss over me so much.

So here I am now, saying goodbye to my family once again, this time at the airport in Florence. You see, I'm leaving to go to Forks to live a normal human life for a few years, till I'm eighteen. A good family is adopting me, who have no children of their own, and they are meeting me when I get off my plane in Seattle.

Their names are Renée and Charlie Swan and live in a small town called Forks, in the state of Washington. The amazing thing is, they look like they could really pass for my parents. When I turn human, I have chocolate brown eyes and plain brown hair. Nothing that would make me stand out too much. Unfortunately, some of my vampire genetics make me a bit more beautiful than humans, but to fit in I have to make myself a little more shy than what I am. My senses were a little more keen than a humans, making me more perceptive to my environment. I could also smell blood, but it smelt like rust and salt, making me feel sick and change into a form that dealt with the smell better.

While I was on the plane (now human), a very nice air hostess gave me a snack, and let me choose a DVD to watch. Being in first class meant that I could be in my own space. The Volturi had paid for the luxury, and nothing less. While I sat here, I thought about the story that would be my life.
I was ten years old, and in an orphanage in Italy. My parents from America had been killed there with me when I was a baby, and was taken in by a foster family who was very rich. As I became older I asked more and more questions about who my real parents were, as I looked and sounded different to everyone around me. My foster parents searched for relatives in America, and found just one, in Port Angeles. He and his family wanted nothing to do with me, and sent an email out to people who wanted children if they wanted me. Renée and Charlie Swan (who we had emailed this fake story) were interested and emailed back saying they would take me in. So here I am, travelling back to my home country to meet my adoptive parents.

When I finished going over my story, I fell asleep. I was woken up by the same air hostess who told me we were landing soon, and gave me my carry on which was too high for me to reach. When we landing, I went through security and when I came out the arriving area, I saw a man and a lady holding a sign that said Isabella Volturi, my name. They looked so similar to me though! They could have been my real parents. Renée had this free spirit look about her that I saw in myself sometimes with my adventures, but then the independence and stubbornness that just radiated from Charlie just spoke for itself. Plus the fact I had his brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. I swear, the spirits of my real parents had to be in them. I didn't really remember much of my birth parents, so I didn't know if they looked like them or not.

When I reached them, they were just as shocked as I was about how similar we looked. "Charlie, she could be our biological daughter!" Renée exclaimed. "Yes. Well, let's grab her bags and go," Charlie said in a deep gruff voice. I could immediately tell he was a man of very few words. As Charlie went towards the luggage thing (A/N: I have no idea what it's called :/ ) Renée turned towards me and said, "Isabella, me and Charlie will be your new mummy and daddy. You don't have to call us mom or dad yet if you're not comfortable with it, but we are here to stay." My ingenious response was, "Mom, I like to be called Bella, if that's alright with you." She just nodded out of shock. Then smiled brightly and grabbed my hand to go find 'daddy'.

I guess my new life started now.

Right. I thought that this chapter would go on longer and eventually Bella would meet Carlie, but I realised that I was rambling over the airport scenes, and I really wanted to get this up tonight so I could update another story tomorrow, and this seemed like an adequate place to finish.

Reviews welcome, even if it's to shout at me for not getting it up later and that it was crap. :(

Rachel xxx