Bella's POV:

The boy, Jacob, continued to stare at me for a moment before he stuck his hand out for me to shake. "Let me reintroduce myself. I'm Jacob Black, you're best friend. My father is your father's best friend. Your dad bought my dad's old truck for you."

I smiled slightly and shook his hand. "Nice to, uh, re-meet you."

He smiled. "Likewise, Miss Swan."

I grinned at him. I don't know what I was going to say, and luckily I didn't have to as a man and a woman came into my room. The woman saw me and ran toward me while crying, "My baby!"

I stiffened slightly as she engulfed me in a hug. I relaxed after I realized she was my mother. I looked at the man who was standing at the back of the room in a police uniform. He was talking to the doctor. When he caught my eye, he walked over.

"Well, Bells, I'm sure you learned your lesson. Now you know why I was always going off about those damn motorcycles," he said as he gave me a stern look.

"Yes, sir," I said softly, unsure about what to do.

"Sir?" he questioned, his eyes widening as he shared a glance with the woman whose arms were still wrapped around me. "Since when have you called me 'sir,' Bells?"

"Uh, Chief Swan," Dr. Snow called out softly. "It seems that Bella here has amnesia. It should be alright for her to go home now, but make sure you keep an eye on her."

"What?" The woman whose arms were still around me cried out. "Honey, you don't remember me?"

"I'm guessing you're my mother," I looked toward the man, "and you're my father."

He chuckled. "She's still as observant as ever, right Renee?"

She chuckled. "She wouldn't be Bella if she wasn't."

I groaned slightly as I jumped up from the bed and stumbled forward. My dad caught me before I could hit my head against the wall again. "And still as klutzy as always."

I huffed and stomped out of the room. "And still as hotheaded," I heard Jacob mutter behind me. Some best friend.

Charlie was right behind me after he signed some release forms. I was riding in his police cruiser with him, while my mom drove my car back home. He opened the door for me to get in, and slammed it shut. I flinched at the loud noise.

When Charlie drove out of the parking lot, he decided to fill the silence. "You won't be going to school for a few days, Bells. I'm going to ask for a couple days off from work at well to make sure you didn't hurt your head too bad. Oh, by the way, you're grounded for the rest of your life. I told you that motorcycles were dangerous and to never ride them, and what do you do? You decide to ride them behind my back. I thought your mother raised you better-"

"Wait," I interrupted his rant. "What do you mean my mom raised me. Didn't you help her?"

Pain filled his eyes. "Well, your mom left with you to Arizona when you were still a baby. You would visit me here until you were fourteen. We decided then to meet in California every summer after that. Then you decided to move back here when your mom got remarried. You've been here for a little more than a year."

"Oh," I mumbled. "So, can you tell me anything about myself?"

He smiled. "Yeah. You love reading, mostly classics, and you love classical music." He got a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "You love sports, by the way. You also love to watch the games with me." He looked at me with pride in his eyes. "You're also an excellent student. You're favorite subject is English. You're eighteen and a senior at Forks High."

I nodded but remained silent. I got the feeling that he was holding something back, some important information that I needed. I shrugged it off. I was pretty sure that he would tell me if there was anything I needed to know.

I looked out the window as he pulled up to a house. The house was two stories and white. There was a tree in the middle of the front yard. Charlie opened his door to get out. I sighed as I looked at my unfamiliar house.

I opened my door and exited the car. Charlie quickly opened the front door for me, and I sighed again. I could sense a lot of headaches coming my way.