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Music:California by Joni Mitchell.

The next Day when I walked into Mr Cullen's class I was unsure about what to expect. My worry was unnecessary because when I entered the room he smiled at me and that was it. Nothing else was said, he didn't ask any questions or bring up our conversation from yesterday, which I was thankful for.

The day in class went smoothly as did the rest of the week. When saturday came I was relieved to have a day of even though I couldn't push the feeling down about maybe missing Edward...just a little bit, but that didn't stop me from trying.

I kept myself as busy as I could doing tasks around the house such as laundry, cleaning, cooking an early dinner and when I had finished all of that as well as my homework I decided to go to the library to see about that job that Angela had talked about.

Forks had only one library and it was small...really really small. It was within walking distance from home and close to school so that would come in handy if I got the job.

I arrived there at 3.25 pm and the place was empty..well there was two other people aside from me, A woman behind a counter who I assumed worked there and a man in his early twenty's sitting at a desk with a pile of books in front of him. College student, I guess.

I walked up to the counter with the a woman in her late fifties. She had light brown hair or dark blonde I suppose whichever way you looked at it streaked with gray , she had a pair of red rimmed glasses hanging around her neck open as if she were ready to put them on at any second.

She was wearing a green shirt and I couldn't tell what else because she was sitting down behind the counter. Her eyes were blue and they had a look about them that gave me the impression that she was a friendly person.

The dimples that appeared around her mouth as she smiled at me gave me the same I reached the desk I also had a small smile upon my face.

"Hi dear,can I help you." She smiled at me. Her voice was light and airy, that managed to comfort me in a way, even though she hadn't really tried too.

"Yes, Hi, I'm here because a friend of mine told me that there was a job opening here. I was wondering if I could apply?" I asked feeling slightly nervous. She smiled at me.

"Yes, the job is still there. It's only two day's a week, working on the till, stacking shelves that kind of thing and I'm afraid the pay isn't extremely great either" she smiled apologetically.

"Well Two day's a week sounds good and I'm not really interested in the pay, in all honesty it's more to fill my time, give me something to do. I love to read so when I found out about the job here I jumped at the opportunity. What are the hours?" I asked hoping that they were after school.

"Four till eight on tuesday's and four till nine thirty, sometimes ten on a friday." She smiled.

"That sounds great, I'd love to apply."

"Really?" She asked.

"Yes is there any way that I could do an interview with someone?" I asked hopeful.

"Yes, I could arrange that. What is your name?"

"Bella, Bella Swan Ma'am."

"Daughter of Chief Swan?" She asked.

"Yes." I smiled.

"What's your favorite book to read?"

"Erm...Pride and prejudice by Jane Austen." I answered not entirely sure why she was asking.

"Why?"

"Because Elizabeth was a strong minded, stubborn and confident woman,who didn't take any crap From Mr Darcy, I admire her as a female." I answered without hesitation.

"I'm Mrs Preston but you can call Me you've got the Job Bella." Elle smiled at me and offered her hand to shake.

I took it in a daze.

"Seriously?" I asked.

"I got the job?."

"Yes you got the job, when can you start?" she asked giving my hand which she was still holding a gentle squeeze."

"As soon as you need me." I replied with a big goofy smile.

And just like that I had a new job. I had absolutely how or why but I seriously was not complaining.

It was decided that I would start work next tuesday, I couldn't wait. I spent the rest of my weekend relaxing;reading,watching movies,doing homework and un-packing anything that had yet to be un-packed.

It was 4:30 sunday evening and I had nothing left to do, no cleaning, homework o un-packing. I wasn't in the mood to read. I switched on my ipod dock and plugged my ipod in. I wasn't sure what I was in the mood for so I closed my eyes and spun the wheel, stopping on a random song.

I sat down on the end of my bed and listened as soothing sound of Joni Mitchell's, California came though the speakers.

I love this song it's one of my favorites. The lyrics are beautiful and poetic and her voice is amazing.

"Oh it gets so lonely

When you're walking

And the streets are full of strangers"

The words were so true,I knew exactly what she meant. Listening to the song reminded me that Joni Mitchell was an artist I once read that she said "I'm a painter first, and a musician second..."

She was great at both.I looked over to my bedside table where my sketchpad lay. I wanted to draw, I missed it and I was determined to do it just like I had before everything happened.

I bent over and grabbed the sketchpad along with a pencil. I flipped it open,it was empty, brand new. The one that Charlie had bought me when I first moved here, that I had yet to draw anything in.

I held the pencil above the clean, smooth white paper waiting for something to happen, for inspiration to strike. I sat for about five minutes and could still think of nothing.

I closed my eyes to relax and as I did the image of me crying in the classroom the other day, with Edwards hand on my back came to mind. The feelings I felt; comfort, safety and the feeling as if for just that one moment everything was going to be Okay.

When I opened my eyes I put the pencil on the page and drew that exact image. I drew for over three hours until it was complete and I was completely happy with it.

I looked down at the page and smiled to myself it was perfect.

Time passed quickly after that, I went to school, I waited all day anticipating English class and when it came and I walked into the class Edward would smile at me; I always smiled back.

I looked forward to those smile, sometimes they were all I thought about all day. After English I would go through the rest of the school day, go home do homework,make dinner,draw ang go to bed only to repeat the whole process again the next day.

I had slipped into a routine but on tuesday my routine changed because I had work.

Work at the library was easy. All I really did was spend my time hidden in between the rows of shelves stacking books, arranging them correctly, occasionally I would work on the till or help someone find a book but mostly I worked alone and I loved it.

It was a dream, surrounded by all of the books, the peaceful feeling that comes with a library, the comforting smell and feel of all of the books,the quietness.

I had come to consider it less like a job and more like a getaway. A getaway from life and all of my troubles.

My life in Forks had started to become comfortable and for a while it almost felt normal. I had find that I was no longer crippled by the memory of Daniel.

Most of the time I forced myself not to think about him and it was easy to do in Forks, a place where Daniel and I hadn't been to in years, I hardly remember the memories of Daniel and I in Forks,it was so long ago and I was only a child.

So it made it easier not to think about him in a place where I wasn't constantly reminded of him.

My nightmares although still there every night usually took place in the morning a few minutes before my alarm was set to go off, so I was getting sleep.

I emailed My mother once every week, to tell her I was safe, that I was Okay. She never emailed back, In truth I'm not sure she ever read any of my emails and I was too afraid to call her. Afraid that she would not answer and even more afraid that she would.

I didn't let it get to me,I didn't blame her for hating me, sometimes I hate me too. Although sometimes I must admit her ignoring me did affect me, she is my mother after all.

Charlie and I continued to just be, we didn't talk much, or even see each other that much, he went to work early and came home late and on the weekends he went off fishing.

Sometimes he would be called away on business and would be gone for a few days at a time, those were the times that I sometimes truly felt alone, Charlie had become a part of my life and in a way I depended on him, even if he didn't always realise it.

Life for me was normal or as normal as life in Forks could be and I'm happy to say that I was content. Well until the end of October came.

October 27th...The date loomed ahead in the not so far future. My Birthday...Daniel's Birthday. It was going to be the first time I was going to have a birthday without Daniel.

18 years of age, that's what we would have been celebrating had Daniel still been alive. We would have been complaining to Mam about having to have a joint birthday party, having to share a cake.

There weren't going to be any parties this year or any celebrations.

I had been putting every effort into forcing myself not to think about the coming date and I was doing quite well until one week before my birthday.

On one of those rare mornings where Charlie didn't have to be in the station ridiculously early. We sat in the kitchen eating breakfast together before I had to leave to go to school when Charlie had to ask the dreaded question.

"So it's your birthday next week!" I flinched at the word, I couldn't help it.

"Yeah" I mumbled.

"So what do you want? It's the big 18, name the gift and it's your's Bells."

"I don't want anything Dad , really you don't have to get me a present"

"Nonsense, of course I do it's your birthday" he added.

"No! Really Dad, I don't want any presents, I don't want a party, I don't want any fuss!" I almost shouted.

He looked up at me .

"Bells" he said softly.

"Please Dad,I just want it to be a normal day, I don't want to celebrate, it's not right too" I said with tears in my eyes.

He sat in silence for a few minutes looking at me intently eventually he must have found what he was looking for.

"Okay, Bells...We wont celebrate, no party or gifts." he nodded.

"Thank You Dad." I got up out of my seat and left for school before he could say anything else.

On my walk to school I couldn't help but realise that my plan to not think about the up coming week had completely failed, it was now all I could think about.

The 27th loomed like a ticking time bomb and it was only a matter of time before it hit and destroyed everything in its way.

The 27th was going to be one of the worst day's of my life,I could already feel it.

A/N: Here is the next chapter, it's a bit of a filler but I felt it necessary to get to the next part of my story. Next chapter...Edward and Bella.

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