A/N: well here is chapter two, as promised. Hope you enjoy.

IMPORTANT: would just like to point out, it's now every year she can read a new entry. not every month.

Hello my darling. It's your mother here!

Welcome to the first real entry of your journal. I am hoping that this might actually work, but for all I know, it could be a disaster. That would be just typical.

Anyway, just thought I would say hello and that I love you. I feel so bad for leaving you, but it was obviously my time to go.

I closed the book over, unable to read anymore without smudging the ink with my tears. I pulled my knees up to under my chin, and began to rock back and forth, allowing my tears to fall freely.

After a few minutes, I got up off my new bed, the pink and white duvet falling to the floor, and went to the bathroom. Walking in, I noticed in the full length mirror how bad I looked: my hair was sticking out in most directions; my eyes were blood shot from crying and I had massive bags under my eyes from the lack of sleep. I quickly washed my face in a pool of cold water in attempt to wake me up a bit better before going back to my room and sitting back down on the bed, lifting the duvet back up and tucking it tightly around me. I looked around my room for a moment, taking in the scene that lay before me. The beautiful black and white pictures of New York hung perfectly against the snowfall paint on my wall. The Laura Ashley wallpaper – that consisted of white and pink flowers in various sizes – was glued on my wall flawlessly. My computer sat on a lovely birch desk from IKEA and my books were also perched in alphabetical order on a full-length birch bookcase from IKEA. Finally, my eyes came across the window seat that was built in front of my window. Charlie had built it for me just weeks before I moved here. It held various bits and bobs in the cabinet underneath.

I decided to move and sit there for a while, rather than sit on my bed any longer. Taking my throw with me, I sat down, wrapping the warm blanket around my shoulders and began to read the Journal once more.

So anyway darling, where was I? Oh yes, I was about to start the journal with your first entry. Well enjoy it.

My darling girl, if this has gone to plan, you should have turned sixteen today and Charlie gave you this before he went to work this morning. I hope he didn't peak at it before hand. He knows about it obviously, but this is between me and you and no one else. That is unless you wish to show someone it.

So before we start, Happy sixteenth gorgeous. I can't believe my baby girl is now sixteen. I can remember when you were just born, a small package that made my heart burst with love. You were absolutely beautiful. That was the reason we decided to call you Isabella: Bella meant beautiful in Italian. But enough of the past lets move onto the future.

Sixteen is a responsible age. You can now legally buy a lotto ticket (no point, never win babe), you can smoke, you can buy your own place, you can get married and more importantly, you can have sex legally.

Now some important notices: first, NEVER EVER SMOKE. It is a horrible habit and hard to break once you have started. Now that I have that off my chest, we can move onto the more, detailed points.

Moving out of Charlie's home and into your own house is a very important discussion that I think you should discuss in very grave detail with Charlie. I can understand the fact that you want freedom and your own life, but imagine having all those bills to deal with? Could you cope with that?

Getting married! Well, for a start, I got married young and look how that turned out: Charlie and I got divorced. I'm not saying don't get married young; just think about it in great detail.

And last but not least - but you should be glad I am talking to you about it and not Charlie – sex.

I immediately turned scarlet at the thought off having this discussion with either of my parents, but more importantly Charlie. I waited a moment until I could feel the heat leave my cheeks before continuing reading.

Firstly remember everything you were taught in your social health classed. I know you know it all, so I won't explain it all again.

Sex is different for boys and girls. Boys compete with other guys about who can loose their virginity first where as girls want to save it for that someone special and make sure their first time is perfect. This is not always the case: some boys want to make sure it is special and some girls are just sluts and really don't care.

You won't remember me talking about Paula but she was the most popular girl at high school when I was there. She lost her virginity at the age of thirteen and would be sleeping with someone new every week. All the boys loved it, but in my opinion, I think that was because she was just – how would you say – easy.

As I finished reading this, my mind brought up images of Jessica and Lauren. They were the queen bees of Forks High. They were just like this Paula mum was talking about. I sighed but continued to read.

Anyway enough about me, back to the conversation at hand. If you want to sleep with someone, you can. It's up to you but please, for the sake of your father and me you protection and don't do whilst drunk.

Well before I go, I want to ask you something. At the end of each entry, there will be a new challenge for you to do and I want you to complete the challenge before you read the next entry. If you don't complete, don't read!

Love you always, mum

Xxxx

Challenge: Bella, you have always been a shy child. I want you to go to school and make at least 3 new friends. If you complete this, you may read the next entry next year.

Again, love mom xx

I read the challenge bit over and over again, making sure that what I was reading was true. I had to go and make 3 new friends by next year. I might be shy, but I already have two friends. Why would I want anymore?

I let out the breath I was holding and decided, if my mother has asked me to do it, then I will find the courage to actually complete this task but I want to make sure that the friends I make, I actually stay in contact with and not just for the next month. That would not be fair to my mother.

I looked over to my alarm clock at the side of my bed. It read 7:45. Oh crap! I had forty-five minutes to get ready and get to school. Looks like today would be my first day of finding a friend.

A/N: hope you liked. please review and if I get 5 more reviews, I will post the second chapter. Emma x