'I looked over my shoulder looking at the group of teens in the schools white and blue uniform playing rounders on the back pitch of the schools gym when I saw something streak around the bases not even noticing me. It was him. Edward.'

Hi I'm Bella Swan i'm seventeen years old and I live in Phoenix with my mother Renee. My farther, Charlie, and my mother are divorced and Dad lives in Forks where I lived for a year or so but moved back for... personal reasons. Any way was moving to England. Oh joy. It was mum who suggested it as she has broken up with her boyfriend Phil and with him being a famous base ball player he's plastered all over America so England is her 'sanctuary' away from anything to do with him.

I was sat on the blue and white airplane seat of the Thomson airplane thinking of the past. Thinking of a time when mythical creatures were, well, mythical. Thinking of a time before them. I had forbade myself from saying their name as the pain that usually followed had burned a large, gaping hole in my chest that I thought might never heal,

"You okay love you look pale?" my mother's voice woke me from my thoughtful slumber. She smiled down at me a small crease appearing between her pristinely plucked eyebrows. Mum had always had a knack for sensing what someone was feeling. She always saw things that other people did not,

"Ye mum i'm fine just a little tired" I lied. Yes I was tired but that was not why I was acting this. It was because I'd thought of them

'Hello this is your captain speaking we have landed at Manchester airport. The time hear is ... 3:00am and the temperature is 13*C. thank you for flying with American air. Hope you enjoy your holiday" ha. Holiday I'll believe that when I see it. I'm really tired though and I just want to get home.

The car journey to our new home was long but quiet. The house was situated on a small estate in a little Village called Aspull. It was a small house nice and cosy for the two of us. When we arrived home mum swept me into a big hug and began to cry. I knew she was remembering past boyfriends who had left her broken hearted and alone... We just sat on the couch squeezing each other in a hug that can only be shared by a mother and daughter as I cooed comforting words at her. After a while of her shamelessly crying into my shoulder her sobs subsided and I felt her go heavy and her breathing deepen and I knew she was asleep. I laid her head on the softest pillow on the couch and pulled my old afghan off the back of the sofa and placed it over her. I knew I shouldn't disturb her it was the first good sleep she'd had since she had broken up with Phil. What with all stress of moving and the pain of loosing the person closest to her heart, the one she'd thought would never leave her. I then stood up, stretched and began to trudge tiredly up the stairs. I quickly grabbed my make-up bag from inside my suitcase; quickly brushed my teeth and put on a pair of old sweat pants and a strappy top and snuggled into the un-familiar bed. I immediately fell asleep.

I woke up to the sound of, what I think was, our large selection of metal pans hitting the hard wooden kitchen floor," shoot" I heard my mothers irritated voice. I sighed, stretched and slowly rose out of bed. I looked quickly out of the small wooden framed window to check the weather. It was raining. Profusely. I grabbed a bobble off my bedside table and messily tied up my long brown hair. I looked across my bedroom properly examining my new sanctuary for the first time. It was small but with enough space to hold my old computer desk form Charlie( thankfully I had replace my old, wheezing computer with a new up-to-date one), a tall Beach wood wardrobe and a doubled that mum had insisted on buying in a 25% off sale. I sighed once again. It would take a while for me to get used to. I turned and opened my bedroom door and began to walk down the stairs, "you okay Hun?" My mum asked as she popped her head around the kitchen door. Her eyes were very red and her hair was sticking up in places where she had been lying on the couch and last nights mascara was slightly smudged under her eyes making her eyes look even redder and bruised, she looked very pale. In fact she looked like a vam- no don't think about it. I swallowed hard against the dry lump that had appeared in my throat and ignored the empty feeling in my heart as a spoke,

"Yeah I'm fine, how are you?" I placed, what I hoped was a convincing, smile on my face which she seamed to buy and replied,

"I'm fine Hun you looking forward to your first day of English school life" she plastered her face with her childlike grin that always made her look about 12. I smiled again then sighed (I think I'm developing a sighing disease) and walked over to the small kitchen table and sat down. mum seemed to preoccupied with the new socket adapter for the old microwave to listen to my answerer so I didn't give a proper one I just mmmed at her and I think she got it, " aha you sill little plug see its not that hard why can't you both just get along" I began laughing at her. She smiled sheepishly at me when she realised that I was laughing at her talking to inanimate objects.

When the old microwave had spluttered itself into life and mum had warmed my porridge it was time to get ready for school, " mum I'm gonna have to pass on the breakfast thing or ill be late" she was stood mid bowl pass as she looked at the small silver radio on the counter and dropped the little bowl on the floor splattering the contents all over the floor

"Oh flip I'm late for work" she then ran of up the stairs and into her bedroom. I heard many 'aw's' and bangs as I guessed she was trying to get dressed probably doing three things at once. I sighed but then stopped my self mid sigh so I don't sound all mopey, then grabbed the mop and began to clear up the messy stain. I then dumped the mop back in the bucket9 I would clear it up properly later) and ran upstairs to get changed. I quickly dressed in my baggy boy jeans and a tight t-shirt to even it out, grabbed my wallet and shoved it in my back pack, snatched up my puffer coat and key," mum i'm going ill see you later have a good day at work"

"*thump* yeah love* bang* I'll... try to *bang* hmpf agh*gasp* urrgh okay yeah ill see you later love ill try to ring you to see how your getting on."

"Kay mum see you-"

"o o o o o wait" she then came banging down the stairs with her shirt on inside out and with her head through an arm hole and only one pant leg on, fell the last couple of stairs, stood up and said " love you" she then kissed me and ran back up stairs. I smiled at her she really was rather crazy sometimes. I turned undid the chain and locks on the White front door and walked out side into the thickly falling rain.

I ran up to my truck and fumbled with my keys trying to get the right one for my ancient truck when I saw a flash of bronze streak past my head...

okay hoped you liked it i enjoyed writing it i will be updating it ver-ver-soon so do not fret. so if you wanna no

*how Bella copes with her first day in England?

*What interesting and unusually things will happen to her

*and most important what was that mysterious bronze flash

Then hold on and wait for the next chappie

loads and loads of loving love

P.P.G. xxx xxx