A/N Yes, another one. Sigh this is getting out of hand I know but I just had to write this. I swear I will focus on these stories and write no more for a while. Anyway, full summary ahead.

After Renee marries Phil Bella is suddenly not all that important. When Bella loses her mom and best friend she discovers herself and her passions. Surfing and skating. Seen as Phil hates Bella and Renee goes along with everything he says, Bella is sent to Forks to get out of the way. But a certain family change that curse into a blessing.

On to chapter one then... ^^

Chapter one, Waving goodbye to Cali.

I woke to the familiar feeling of sunlight warming my skin through the glass of my room, ok so it's a green house in the main houses grounds. But it's mine and I love it.

It made me sad to think that this was going to be my last day in Cali but then again I couldn't wait to get away from Phil. He was a horrible step farther. I mean I guess it could have been worse, he could have hit me or touched me and I guess he didn't. He wasn't a drunk or a drug addict, just a jerk. Pushing me out of my mom's life as if I was never there at all. But don't go thinking that my mom is saint in all this. She was a willing participant so to speak.

My mom didn't care that I had lost my mom. She just gave me a huge allowance and expected me to show up for a couple of days every few months. That suited me just fine. I had surf contests and skate contests. And don't forget my band of merry men. There are six of us altogether. Scattered all over the world. We all surf or skate, or both. How did we meet? In Hawaii. I was thirteen, thirteen and I was jet setting around the world on my own, leaving messages with my mom's P.A. It was ridiculous but it really isn't as bad as you might think. I was mature and street smart. So there I was in Hawaii, surfing my days away when I met the guys.

They were stood on the beach watching me. I had noticed when I was out there and decided to confront them.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer. Then again you've been there so long a photo would have disintegrated by now." They laughed a little before a girl maybe a year older than me outstretched her hand.

"Hey, I'm Sasha. You have some skills." I shook her hand and smiled.

"Thanks. I'm Bella. Really though can I help you with something?"

"Yeah, you can actually. You can tell us your story."

"My story?"

"Yeah, you don't get to be wandering the beaches of Hawaii on your own unless you have a story. Don't worry, we have one too, we won't rat you out. If the story's good enough."I was suspicious, I knew the authorities would take me away from this life I had worked so hard for if they knew what was going on. "How about we tell you ours first?"

"I think I would prefer that." They nodded and a tall blonde haired boy stepped forward. He was older, sixteen at least.

"Hello, I am Thomas. You can come back to the bar I work in if you like? It's a couple of miles along the coast. A storm is meant to be coming in tonight and that spot under the palms won't give you much cover. As lovely as it is to watch the stars." I blushed as I figured out they had been watching me, and hadn't set the cops on me. Not yet anyway.

"Sure. But if you murder me so help me God I will come back to life and chop your balls off." What? I have always said things as they are. Never said I didn't.

"Ha, ok. Scouts honour." I nodded and ran to get my bags from my little hiding place in the palms.

Turns out they didn't murder me. They were just like me. Trying to get away from their lives back home. The bar they took me too was their home as well as job when they were here.

The following year we bought The Van. A old V.W that we managed to hook up to the electric and plumbing of the bar. The owners of the bar, Jessie and Mary were like parents to us. The Van became my home away from Cali. Of course none of us stayed there on a permanent basis but there was always at least one of us there. And all of us came for the bar's surf comp. Without fail. And we all kept in contact at all times. The Van had a phone that none of us were ever there to answer but it was a good way to find out who was there. You just record the message with your name and whoever else is there. Pretty simple really. Oh and face book came in handy for that too. We were one big happy family.

So my life was good. I surfed all the greatest beaches around the world and skated all the best parks. From L.A to Newquay, Hawaii to, to Scotland. More on that whole crap fest later.

So there I was, seventeen and living my dream, well almost. I had managed to stay out of the authorities eyes. Out of the school system and only had a few run ins with Phil in the past two years.

Then came Phil's birthday. The one event a year my mom insisted I was home for. She didn't care about my birthday. I didn't mind though, I spent it at the Van. Me and Phil had a major bust up, then he demanded I was sent to live with my farther. That I really didn't care about. I didn't know why I hadn't thought of it before. I loved my freedom but it would be nice to have someone call me once in a while to check I was alive, to make sure I was ok. To worry when they couldn't reach me.

What did hurt though was that my mother didn't say anything. No I'll miss you. No telling Phil to shove it, I was her daughter. She just agreed and made the call.

Oh and that isn't even the worst part.

"But mom, what about my friends here? My freedom? This isn't fair! I'm your little girl! We were best friends before he came along!" I begged. Phil had gone out with the guys and left my mom unattended for once.

" I'll still be putting money in your account, you should be a little more appreciative."

I was speechless. I had opened up to her for the first time in years and her solution? To shove a wad of cash in my direction and to run along.

"Well, thank you Renee. I think I might go pack now." I stood and walked out the room.

I forced myself out of bed. I had four hours before I had to head to the airport. I was not going to be seen off. They had a gala to attend.

I hopped in the shower, threw on a bikini and a pair of board shorts, then grabbed my skate board and surf board and put them on or in my car. I first went to the skate park. As soon as I got into the bowls I was attacked by all my friends, hugging me and high fiving me. The girls and James cried. James is gay, not that all gay people are camp, take Zack for an example, he never cries and is one of the manliest men I know. But James is. The boys and tougher girls just looked sad and promised to keep in touch. I knew they would and so I managed to only cry a little.

After spending exactly two hours there I headed to the beach, where I went through the whole thing again. After my two hours there I went to the airport. My stuff had already been shipped to my dad's place and I just had a little hand luggage plus my boards. I waved goodbye to my leaving party and to Cali. For the last time.

I got on the plane and couldn't help feeling like I was going home. I hadn't felt that about a place where one of my parents had been for a very long time. I liked it.

A/N Good, bad, or ugly I would love to know what you think. I understand this was a rather confusing chapter but it will get better. I swear. I just wanted to explain some stuff, you know?

Lots Of Love,

Sammy ^^

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