a/n: Just and FYI. I remade over chapter 1 and changed some things in the prologue sooo if your wondering why everything is so wired, that's the reason. Thanks.

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Chapter 1: You Are Now Leaving…The Disaster I call My Life.

"I don't understand. Why are you moving? Seriously, I need to know. I am your best friend!" Kimmi Harrison yelled as we walked out of Pac Sun. I sighed. It was hard enough to move away, even if I was moving in with my dad, but moving from Kimmi? It hurt to think about it.

"My mom has been sent to rehab, again and this time I have to make a choice. Either move in with my dad, or go up for adoption." Like hell was I going up for adoption. I am 16 for goodness sakes! I have family so, why should I go with someone I didn't even know?

"Well, I guess moving with your dad would be better. But still, I cant believe you are moving. Where is it again? Spoons?" She asked.

"No, silly. Its Forks." We laughed. It felt good to laugh. During the past few months, nothing in my life had been funny. I had lost my sister to a drunk driving accident, my mom turned into a substance abuser (aka, druggie) and I had been kicked out of the popular group. Not to mention the nasty habit I picked up, around the death of my sister. It was freeing, and I loved it.

"When?" She slurped up her smoothie loudly.

"Sunday." She dropped her smoothie. Luckily it was in the trash, but still.

"Excuse me? Did you just say, Sunday? As in May 24th? As in MY BIRTHDAY?" she screamed. People were starting to stare, what with all the yelling and screaming she was doing.

"Uhh, about that…." I trailed off. Off in the distance, I spotted Madelyn McMorgan and the crew I once was tight with. By the look of it, they had spotted me too. Mandy and Kelly waved secretively, and I smiled. Madelyn looked at me, then back at them, said something, and they laughed. I lowered my eyes, to keep from crying. It just wasn't fair. My sister died , and I got kicked out! I did nothing wrong. Kimmi looked at me, and then saw my line of sight. She glared at the laughing blondes, and they just laughed some more.

"Bella? I think we should talk somewhere else." She said quietly, trying to comfort me.

"I think I need to go." I said abruptly. I stood up quickly, and ran off. "Uf!" I groaned as I ran into Chad Carrington, the skater superstar, and my crush.

"Sorry." I blushed. I had a tendency to run into people.

"No worries." He smiled his perfect smile. I could have melted right then and there.

"Well…I gotta go pack." Oops. I wasn't supposed to say that. Nobody was supposed to know I was leaving. Crap.

"Packing? Are you going on a trip?" He asked. He wasn't the brightest light bulb in the bunch, but his looks made up for that.

"No, she's moving." Kimmi had now appeared at my side. He looked at me with his big brown eyes.

"When?" Did I hear regret?

"Sunday." His eyes got wide.

"Like tomorrow?"

"Yeah, tomorrow."

"Then you'll be needing this." he handed me a piece of paper. He winked and waved good-bye and we watched him jog off.

"Did Chad just give you his number?" I could tell Kimmi was about to faint.

I opened the piece of paper and smiled. "I believe he just did."

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I wasn't leaving California in style. In fact only one (or if you count my social service agent, two) people came. Kimmi, and Rosa.

"Ok, girly. You ready to go to your father?" Rosa asked. I know she was trying to help, but I wasn't 6.

"Yeah, I fine." Only I wasn't. This wasn't the biggest change in my life, no that was the death of my sister. This was the most nerve-wracking one though. I haven't seen my father, Charlie Swan, in over 10 years. I doubt he would even recognize me. Or me recognize him either.

"B, calm down. Your father is a far better guardian than your mom, and he is a police officer. You have nothing to freak out about." Kimmi said, soothing me. Ok so she had a point. My father doesn't do drugs, and drinks occasionally. And he is in the police force. But that's not exactly what I'm afraid of. I'm afraid that my new school, Forks High, wont accept me. Normal fear, right? I guess so. I am just, I don't know, apprehensive about moving. Its true, moving does give you freedom over your life, but after Madelyn's shunning, well I am more reserved than I was.

"Flight 11796, now leaving for Seattle, Washington. Gate 3C." A high voice called through the loudspeakers. I gave Rosa a hug and thanked her for the help she had given me for the last few months. Then I turned to Kimmi, who was tearing up. I grabbed her and hugged her like crazy. She was the main reason I was sane for the last couple of months. I couldn't just leave her, but I had no other choice.

"B!" Kimmi called, as I ran through security. "Remember, call me with all the hottest gossip!" I smiled and nodded. As I flew past security guards, I could hear the gate closing. I got there right in time. I found my seat fairly quickly, and luckily, nobody seemed to be sitting in the other seat next to me. In a few moments, I started to hear the flight attendant start her safety speech. I felt a tap on my shoulders, and looked up.

"Hi, I'm Jasper, would you be so kindest to move your things from my seat."