Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or its characters, but they are fun to use in my Fanfiction stories.

A/N: This is a request from Kantorkan. The story idea I got after I re-watched an older movie called Somewhere Tomorrow. For the most part, it will be human AU, but not completely. Enjoy!

Chapter 1 – Crash

Sometimes the things you expect to happen in your life, are not what happens. A boring life can suddenly turn extraordinary and change at the flip of a coin. When Bella decided to move to this nowhere small town in the overcast state of Washington, she thought her life would be nothing to brag about until she could graduate high school and leave for college, only then would she find herself with a real life again; however, life had a funny way of surprising anyone who thought like this.

Her time in Forks was supposed to be more like a prison sentence, and yet, Bella found she was Miss Popular on the first day of school, garnering an instant posse. Some that hung around her, she got the distinct impression they did not really like her or were jealous, for example, the girl named Jessica. However, since some of the cute boys were with Bella, Jessica was right there in the middle of the crowd. And then there were the boys…they almost suffocated her with their nearness, which was something she wasn't used to.

One would think being from Phoenix, Bella would look slightly different…more exotic maybe. Her pale skin went more to blending in with a ghost more than it seemed to belong in the south. And that was probably the first thing the students of Forks liked to point out. With her long plain brown hair paired with her common brown eyes, she was one in a million, and therefore, could not figure out why the students here were so interested in her. Sure she was new, but that did not make her news; at least not in her own eyes. Part of her wondered how deprived these people were if they were so interested in her because she was the first new student they had had in a while – not that she would say that aloud. Maybe she had to have lived there her whole life, and then she would understand, but she highly doubted that.

About the only people who were all gaga over her, were the Cullen kids. She tried to talk to one of them and got the brush off. Edward, she was told, was a loner and liked to keep it that way. In fact, they all were. The Cullen's were apparently the other newbies in school – newbie being a relative term for anyone that had not gone to school there since kindergarten – since they had only moved there a year or two before. The family stuck close together and never let anyone in. Jessica acted peeved over that fact, and Bella wrote it off to the fact the other girl was declined when she confessed. Sour grapes and what not.

On her second day there, Edward disappeared, taking unsociable to another level. The others stayed though, so she had to assume it was only him that decided to play truant…not that she cared or anything. Still, after the way he treated her like she was lower than plankton on the food chart, she couldn't help but feel a little snubbed by his absence. She didn't even know why she bothered, or let herself be bothered by it, and yet, she couldn't stop those feelings. Who knows the whys and hows of emotions – she was sure even scientists didn't know everything like they think they did – but that was how she felt and if she saw him again, she was sure she would grab him, shake him, and maybe slap him. Why did she have this sort of violent reaction to him? She couldn't be sure. Again, she didn't understand the whys and hows people's reaction to each other, that's just the way it was.

It had been almost a week since she started school in Forks, and her nerves were shot. It almost felt like the walls were closing in on her. She needed out, but she was unable to leave. Her mother had remarried and she had moved here to give her mother and her new husband space. Space. Bella had so much of it, it was distracting.

Giving into the urge to get away, at least for a short period of time, she hopped in her truck and took off. Driving might help clear her head and make her feel less claustrophobic than she currently was. If only she didn't feel so much like an outcast. If only she didn't hate being here. If only she had a real friend, someone she could confined in. If only…

Driving around the empty roads helped to soothe her, but she still could not wait to get out of this one horse town. Granted there were smaller places, and she had even been to an Indian reservation in Arizona before, but she had never lived anywhere like that, and never planned to. Well…okay, so she had lived in Forks when she was an infant before her mother left her dad, however, she couldn't remember that period of time. She only remembered the times when she visited and how much she did not like Forks. Her body craved sun and…sun. What did she not get here? Sun, or if she did, it wasn't much. Even the air felt oppressive.

Her truck started to sputter and she pulled over to a park that appeared to be long forgotten and abandoned. The equipment was rusted and the forest appeared to be reclaiming the land. Great. Would her father be able to find her if she called him? Pulling out her cell phone, she had every intention of using it, but something caught her attention. The sound of a motor, not from the road, but overhead. It sounded close, almost too close. Looking up and around, she found a small plane with smoke billowing out of the motor in front. The propeller was not spinning, and if she noticed that, it was much too low to the ground.

Instead of calling her father, she dialed 911, and followed the plane, losing the operator when she ducked into the woods. Climbing over broken trees and jumping a small creek, she rushed to the sight of the crash, finding it easily by the bits and pieces scattered around the area. Inside, two people sat unconscious. She had to help them! The engine was still smoking and she thought she saw small flames. She couldn't possibly wait for rescue to find them, by that time it could be too late. She ran to the plane to pull the first person out, shocked to find someone she had not expected to see, "Edward Cullen?" She had no time for this. Pulling him out, she dragged him as far as she could and then returned to pull out the other man. His features caught her attention, he was good looking and seemed almost angelic…not that men appreciated that term, but there was no other word to describe him. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she tried to undo the seatbelt, but it would not budge. Her eyes scanned the area to see if she could find something to cut the material with and found some glass. Using it like a knife, the belt finally gave way and she was able to free the plane's final prisoner, pulling him to safety before the fire increase. There was an explosion and then everything went black.