Well... here we are, Soul for Sale. I started writing this story a little bit over 5 years ago. It has been a long and harduous process, but I finally pulled through. I will post once a week, on Sundays. I hope you'll like it.

Disclaimer: all characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, but the plot is mine. Any semblance to people you know or situations you have been through are pure coincidence.

Chapter 1

…2 years earlier…

BPOV

They all say tomorrow is another day. Yeah, the dates change, but the rest doesn't. It's always the same thing. Get up in the morning, make breakfast for Charlie and I, school, homework, dinner and sleep. Nothing extraordinary.

Fortunately, the torture that was attending Forks High School was almost over. I would be graduating in about a month. Out of the 5 or 6 places I applied to for college, I decided to attend the University of Washington in Seattle. That way, I would be closer to Charlie if he ever needed me.

No more Mike Newton hitting on me and not getting the hint, no more Cullens… it's not as if they had noticed me anyway. I'm pretty sure they don't even know I exist. Edward and Alice Cullen. They arrived here from Alaska at the start of the school year, and they are the most popular people in school. With their looks and all, it's not surprising. They only hang out with the beautiful and cool crowd, so there's no way they've noticed plain old me. I mean, everytime there is work to do in teams, I end up alone.

The bell rang, announcing lunch. I got up from my seat in my English class and stopped by my locker before heading to the cafeteria. I sat down at an empty table after getting a slice of pizza in the lunch line. A few minutes later, Angela Webber came and sat down with me.

"Hi Bella" she said sweetly.

Really, she's sweet. She's the closest thing I have to a friend.

"Hey Angela."

We sat there and ate lunch silently. That's what I liked with Angela. She doesn't push for conversation.

"So, have you decided where you're going in the fall?" she asked me after a while.

"Yeah. I chose to go to UW. I'll be closer to Charlie if he needs me."

"Bella, you can't always make your choices for the others. You have to think of yourself sometimes."

"Angela, please. We've talked about this before. Even though I've been accepted in more prestigious schools, they weren't offering a full scholarship, and there's no way I can afford going there."

"I'm sure your father would gladly help you out."

"He barely makes enough to support us both. I can't accept his money. UW gave me a full scholarship, so that's where I'm going."

With that, the end of lunch bell rang, so I swiftly got up and made my way to Biology. I like her, but she infuriated me sometimes. I don't need to justify my choices to everyone.

"Hey Bella" Mike Newton said while coming towards me in the Biology classroom.

"Hi Mike."

"So, how are you?"

"Fine."

"Great."

There was an awkward silence.

"So, are you free this weekend?"

You're falling right into his trap, my mind sang to me. And I didn't listen to it.

"Why?"

"Wanna go out with me? Dinner and a movie?"

And here we go again. The guy just doesn't get the point.

"I'm sorry Mike, I'm busy this weekend. Maybe some other time."

I really shouldn't have said that…

"Great! I'll talk to you later Bella."

"You do that…" I said under my breath.

The remaining of the week went by pretty much the same way, although I did forgive Angela at some point. I mean, she's the closest thing I have to a friend, I need to be nice to her.

A few weeks went by in pretty much the same fashion. Before I knew it we were done with finals. All that was left was graduation. I must admit I'm a bit nervous, but not because I'm about to get my high school diploma. No. You see, I'm clumsy. And not just a little. I mean, I manage to trip over thin air. So I'm mostly nervous because I don't want to fall flat on my face when I go up on the stage to get my diploma. What a humiliation. Who is that clumsy anyway? I'm a real danger on legs. No wonder I was kicked out of ballet when I was 5.

As I make my way out of school and to my truck, I notice Edward and Alice Cullen, along with a few of their friends, hanging out around the Cullen's Volvo and my truck, since it was parked beside their car.

"Great" I think.

I get into my truck without much trouble, but once I turn the key in the ignition and put it to reverse to back out of the space, no one moves. The few that were leaning against the bed just stayed there, continuing with their conversation with the Cullens. I didn't want to move the truck, scared I would hurt someone, so I waited for them to notice the engine was running. I mean, it's quite obvious it's running. My truck isn't exactly recent. After about 10 minutes, nobody had moved. They were all still talking. I leaned my head out of the window.

"Excuse me!" I said as loud as I could to cover the sound of the engine.

Nothing.

"Excuse me! I'd like to back out so I can leave!" I tried again.

Still nothing. I guess my backing-out-and-risk-hurting-someone plan would have to do. So I did just that. The people that were leaning against the bed pushed off when they felt it move, but it was as if nothing had happened. They didn't even turn around to apologize for blocking the way. Jerks.

Anyway, it's not like it matters anymore. As of tomorrow, I will be done with these people. I had heard Edward Cullen was going to Dartmouth for pre-med, and Alice was going to some fashion school in Seattle, so it's not like I would see them.

When I got home, I started getting dinner ready after I dropped my stuff in my bedroom upstairs and checked my email. Charlie arrived some time later, just as I was putting the finishing touches before serving. When we sat down to eat, it was in silence. Although, after a moment, I could tell Charlie wanted to speak up, but couldn't get the words out.

"Is everything alright, dad?" I asked.

"What? Yeah, everything's fine, why?"

"I don't know, it's just…you seemed like you wanted to say something. That's all."

"Well…I do…want to say something."

"What is it?"

"I'm just…worried about you."

Okay, I really wasn't expecting that.

"You know…you're graduating tomorrow. I'm really proud of you, by the way."

I smiled at him in thanks.

"You're going off to college in a few months. You're going to meet tons of new people. Roommate, classmates…boys…"

Ah, I see what this is about now.

"Dad, I can take care of myself."

"I know that, Bells. It's just…"

"No, listen to me. If you're worried about, you know…sex…I'm not the kind to throw myself at just anyone…I'm still…oh geeze, this is embarrassing…I'm still a virgin, it's not something I would give up to just anyone. I'll call you to run a background check on the guy if I get to that point, if it makes you feel any better."

That made him smile.

"Okay, okay. I got it."

Silence fell again.

"Do you have any plans tomorrow after the ceremony?" he asked some time later.

"Not really. I'll probably call Jake later to see if he has anything planned."

"Ok, that's good. But would you mind getting dinner with your old man? I was thinking we could go to Port Angeles, to that Italian place you like."

"That would be nice, thanks dad."

"You welcome. You can invite Jake, if you want."

"Nah, that time is for us."

"Alright."

After that, we remained silent.

"You remember I'm pulling a double shift tonight, right?" he asked as he was making his way to the living room.

"Yeah, I remember."

As I was putting away the last clean plate, someone knocked on the door.

"Were you expecting someone, Bells?" Charlie asked from the living room.

"No, you?"

"Not that I remember."

"Strange," I thought while I went to open the door.

You bet my surprise when I saw Jake standing there.

"Jake!"

I threw myself in his arms and hugged him.

"Hey Bells," he said, hugging me back.

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, it's the last night before your graduation, so I thought I would swing by."

"I was just about to call you actually, come on in."

I let him in and he went in the living room, so I followed.

"Hey Charlie."

"Hey Jacob, how's it going?"

"Great, thanks."

"So Jake," I started, "are you busy tomorrow night?"

"No, why?"

"Well, I wanted to know if you wanted to hang out, you know, to celebrate my graduation and all."

"Sure! What would you like to do?"

"I don't know. We could catch a movie or something? I'll already be in Port Angeles for dinner with my dad, you could meet me there afterwards?"

"Sounds like a plan to me."

"Great."

After that, we talked a bit more. He told me about this girl on the reservation he liked, Leah. I'm really happy for him, she seemed to like him back. Jake left a while later and I went up to my room to get ready for the night after I said good night to Charlie. He left a little while later for the station as I was lying in bed, reading.

Some time later, I don't know how long, I was startled awake by a loud knock at the door. I looked at my alarm clock and saw it was almost midnight. Charlie has been known to forget his keys on occasion when he was pulling a night shift, so it wasn't all that strange. I was saddened to have been woken up though, I was having a nice dream: I was graduating, wearing that god-awful yellow gown provided by the school. Then I was leaving for college, studying in my dorm on campus, writing essays and short stories for my different classes that I was enjoying.

The visitor knocked loudly again, almost impatiently. I guess I'd better get down there, I thought with a sigh. Charlie doesn't have all night, after all. So I slowly made my way downstairs, careful not to trip on my own feet on the stairs. As I came to the door, I noticed two shadows on the other side of the door. A bad feeling came over me. Did something happen to Charlie? Just as the person was starting to knock again, I opened the door. It took a few seconds to my eyes to adjust to the darkness. When they did, I saw a man and a woman standing there, and they were definitely not from the police, there was no uniform in sight. Even if I was relieved nothing had happened to Charlie, the bad feeling I had didn't go away, it even became worst.

"May I help you with anything?" I asked them. "Are you lost?"

The man chuckled lightly.

"No, we're not lost. We're just looking for someone."

"Who is it? Maybe I can give you some directions."

"Maybe, but we were told she was living on this street."

"Oh."

"Listen, it's a bit cold out here, do you mind if we come in for a minute?"

"Um…okay."

They came in and I got a better view of their faces. They don't seem lost at all…

"Do you know where we could find Isabella Swan?"

Me? This was getting really strange…

"Why? What do you want from her?"

"Well, her mother would like to see her."

What? My mother?

"Yes Isabella, your mother."

Did I just think that out loud? The bad feeling definitely wasn't going away. What are they doing here?

"What do you want from me?" I asked, stepping away from them.

They were scaring me.

"Is that any way to greet your mother, Isabella?" the man asked with a sinister smile.

And everything went black.

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