Hi! this is my first fanfic ever, and I would really appreciate if you read and reviewed!

I move on to another day, to a whole new town with a whole new way.
Went to the porch to have a thought.
Got to the door and again, I couldn't stop.
You don't know where and you don't know when.
But you still got your words and you got your friends.
Walk along to another day...

-The world at large by Modest Mouse

EPOV

It was January, the worst time in Forks. It snowed or rained almost everyday, and the sun rarely came out. Today, the sky was a deep gray and it was misting outside. The air was so crisp it hurt to inhale. I was sitting by the fireplace, trying to warm my numb fingers after pushing Alice's car all the way home. Of course she's not the type of person who calls AAA, because she refuses to get into a tow truck with some overweight, perverted guy. So she decided to call me instead, since I live right next door to her anyways. I hopped into my Volvo and drove to the school, which was a mere quarter mile away from our houses. As soon as I pulled up she threw herself into the passenger side of my car and turned the heat to high. Her petite body was shivering slightly and her teeth were chattering. As I got out of the car, I inhaled sharply and shuddered. Why the fuck does it have to be this cold in the winter? I just needed to get this over with. I stalked over to her bright as hell yellow Porsche and looked under the hood.

Who in their right mind would drive a Porsche in Forks? Oh right, Alice Brandon, that's who.

I was having no luck trying to find what was wrong with her car. So I slammed the hood down and walked over to Alice. I was pissed as hell right now, because I was freezing my ass off and she wasn't helping with the car at all. I tapped on the glass a little louder and harder than I anticipated, while Alice glared up at me. What a bitch. Here I was helping her out, using my free time to fucking fix her car, and she glares at me!

"A-A-Alice! W-w-why couldn't Jazz help y-y-you out?" I sputtered. She smiled. Probably because she knew I was suffering. She cleared her throat. "He lives further away then you do. And why would I put him through all this trouble, when you owe me?" She stated, quirking an eyebrow at me for added effect. "Well your car isn't going to start. Let's just leave it in the parking lot, and maybe someone else will find it and save us the trouble of pushing it back to the house." I said with a hint of sarcasm. Alice didn't like it. At all. She climbed over to the drivers side seat, put the car in drive, and yelled, "Thanks for pushing my car back Edward!" as she sped off.

Shit.

I ran a hand through my unruly hair and immediately dialed Emmet's cell phone number. I told him to get his ass to Forks High, no questions asked. I waited around a couple of minutes, shirting uncomfortably from foot to foot. I thanked god when Emmet flew into the parking lot and stopped the Jeep. He rolled down the window and gave me a questioning look. I put my index finger up and motioned him to come over the Porsche. I lead the way to the frozen car and walked towards the trunk. I placed both of my hands firmly on the back of it, cursing at how cold it was, and told Emmett, "Steer the car while I push."

Emmett burst into loud hysterics.

Emmett, this isn't going to be that hilarious when you're going to be suffering just as much as I did in a few minutes if you don't shut the fuck up.

I simply said, "Want me to take your Jeep home, while you freeze your ass off here?" He stiffened and was quiet immediately. I started pushing, while he grabbed onto the wheel to steer. Cars slowed as they watched a Porsche being pushed down Division Street. We ignored their stares because we knew what they were thinking. As I got tired of pushing and Emmett finally decided to use his broad strength we started switching every 10 minutes or so.

Emmett still had a puzzled look on his face when I looked back at him so I decided to tell him why we were pushing Alice's car and why Alice was nowhere in sight. I explained to him that Alice is not one for tow trucks nor does she like to freeze to death. He started laughing loudly again when I told him how she drove off.

After about an hour of numb hands and feet, we steered the car into Alice's driveway. Finally. My Volvo was in parked in my driveway next door. Oh how sweet, Alice finally decided to do me a favor. We knocked on Alice's door and told her to call a mechanic because she put us through enough and she should watch her back. She laughed and slammed the door in our faces. Not one "thank you." Sure Alice, anytime. Next time just call me when you want a nice slap in the face, not a human tow truck. Emmett and I ran to the Volvo, started it up and headed back to the school for the third time today. I thanked Emmett profusely as he swiftly got out of the car and climbed into his. And then I went home. Hopefully for the rest of this bitter day.

BPOV

Another unsuccessful therapy session the story of my life. Why can't the words in my head come out of my mouth in the same pattern? I know it's been a part of my whole life so far, but I've done the research. I was supposed to outgrow it a while ago. I'm Bella though, and everything goes wrong in my life. I'm 17 and haven't had a best friend, a boyfriend, a first kiss. I haven't even been invited to a birthday party, except for the ones for people in my speech class. I go to school, go to my daily speech session, then I go home. Everyday, since kindergarten it seems.

As I was approaching my truck, a familiar chime rang from my handbag. I pulled out my cell phone and realized Renee had sent me a text. I had become one for loving text messaging, since it was so hard for me to talk on the phone. When I read it, my heart almost stopped from enthusiasm.

Honey, the speech doctor has accepted your request to see him. We leave for Forks in 3 days!

Three months ago I had sent a letter to the #1 speech doctor in the Nation. He is known for "curing" speech problems. Even though there isn't a cure, he knows how to help apparently. I was jumping up and down with glee. I couldn't wait. This is what I've been waiting for. I got home in the nick of time and began packing. 3 days. 3 days until another no good doctor? Or 3 days until the beginning of speaking normally? Lets hope for the latter.

Renee got home an hour or so after I did. She called for me and told me to meet her in the living room in 10 minutes.

As I sat on the brown leather couch waiting for Renee, I was doing another research on the doctor. He seemed legit, and most of his patients have been extremely satisfied. Thank god. Renee walked in and sat across from me on the recliner. I could feel her staring at me, probing me with her eyes. She probably knew I was doing another research on the doctor. I didn't want to fail again.

"What do you have to say about this Bella?"

"W-well I I I am re-really haaaaapy."

Of course she had to ask me to speak. I shyly slid further down into the couch cushion and tried to look interested in my desktop image. My mom interrupted and tried to make me feel better. It's not going to work Renee, when does it ever? I thought bitterly.

"Bella, it's okay to speak, you have to be confident because the doctor is going to want you to speak. He has to do research of his own on you. And you know this. So please don't be afraid to talk."

I began to speak again but my mouth just gaped. I had the words in my head they were clear as day. I closed my mouth, blinked furiously, and opened my mouth again. The words came out this time, but they were still jumbled.

"S-s-sorry mom. I I'm just um neeeeervous."

I pursed my lips. My arm twitched and I sat up a little straighter. I was so over these talks with my mom. It was the same one every time I got a new doctor. I just wanted to be better already. I wanted a new life and most of all I wanted to be happy.

A/N Thank you for reading! Please review, I would love to hear what you think about the chapters! Thanks!