This is my first twilight fanfiction, so be nice. For all of you who have me on author alert, I will update Lost Legacy: My Destiny as soon as I can, this idea just wouldn't leave me alone.
Disclaimer: I am Stepheny Meyer in secret and do, in fact own Twilight. (Okay okay I don't own Twilight! Runs away sobbing)
Chapter one: A new beginning:
BPOV:
I sat in the backseat of my mother, Renee's car as she sped down the interstate toward the airport.
"Bella, are you sure you want to do this?" Renee asked me for the billionth time that day.
"Mom, I've made up my mind. After everything that's happened recently, plus the fact that Phil and you are now married, I think its time for a change."
"This isn't just because of what you have been through lately is it?" Renee asked me, looking away from the road.
"No mom. Like I said before, I think its time for a change."
Renee nodded and turned her eyes forward, not pressing the subject any longer. I sat in the passenger seat, thinking over why I did want to move away from my home in Sunny Arizona to live in a rainy, small town like Forks. Maybe my ex boyfriend was right. Maybe I was insane. But either way, here I was in a car, about to get on a plane to live with my father Charlie in said rainy town.
I turned and stared out the window of the car, not sure to be happy or sad over leaving. On one hand, this would be a welcome change and Renee could spend more time with Phil, not worrying about looking after me, but on the other hand this was my home. I loved the sun and had no idea how I would cope living in a town where it rained almost constantly. I was pulled from my thoughts by Renee stopping the car.
"We're here," she said, a fake smile crossing her face.
We didn't say much to each other as she helped me unload the two suitcases from the trunk of the car. I was starting over, so didn't feel the need to bring much from home. One suitcase contained my CDS, books, laptop, and some of my favorite pictures while the other had clothing in it. Renee picked up one of the suitcases and helped me carry them to the gate where I was supposed to board.
There was a long, awquard pause as we just stood there, looking at each other. Neither of us wanted to break it, fearing what we might say.
"So, this is it, then," I finally said, stepping slightly closer to my mother.
She nodded and forced another smile. I definetly wasn't going to miss that.
"Here's a fifty just in case you ever run low on cash," Renee said, shoving it into my hand.
"Mom, you really don't have to do that," I protested.
"No Bella, I want too."
"Bella you really don't have to do this."
"Mom, for the last time, I want to. Please don't make this harder than it has to be."
For a moment, a teasing smile lit up her face. "Are you breaking up with me?"
I froze for half a second, not quite sure what to do, but when I saw the grin she shot me, I temporarily forgot what I was about to do, threw back my head, and laughed. If there was one thing my mother could do better than any other person I knew, it was lighten the mood.
I walked forward and threw my arms around Renee. "I'm going to miss you," I said, as the last call for my flight to Washington was made. I could tell that she was holding back tears.
"I'll miss you too Bella. What will I do without you?"
I patted her back comfortingly. "Phil will be plenty of company for you. And if you need me, I'm only a phone call away," I reassured her.
"Email me when you get there okay?" she asked, looking worried.
"I promise. Now I have to go mom." That was all I could think to say at that moment. I mean honestly. What was I supposed to say? Have a nice life?
Then, I turned, grabbed my luggage, and made my way through security onto the plane. It wasn't until I was in my seat that I finally let the tears come. Can you honestly blame me? I was leaving the only home I had had for the last seventeen years of my life. I leaned my head on my hand and out of pure boredom stared around at the other passengers on the plane. It just so happened that with my wonderful luck, I was stuck sitting next to a family of four on my left and an old married couple on my right, who kept arguing.
"Maggie, how many times do I have to tell you to sit still!" shouted the father of the family.
"Don't yell at her Don! You're giving me headache."
"I'll yell at whoever I damn well please thank you Evelen," he snapped back.
"Oo Mommy, daddy said a bad word," complained the little boy.
"Shut up you dumb twit!" yelled the girl, who from the previous conversation was probably Maggie.
"Rick, have you seen my lotion anywhere?" asked the old woman to my right.
"No Samantha," he replied. "You said you didn't want to take it."
"That's not what I said! I said I wanted to take it, because I might need it!"
"Yeah, but you changed your mind at the last second remember?" he was losing patience now.
"So what? Are you calling me senile old man? Because I could think of a million things you've forgotten lately."
And it went on and on from there. I put my earphones in and cranked up my ipod as loud as it would go and reveled in the music. People just had no consideration of the people around them anymore. I started humming as one of my favorite songs came on.
You take the breath right out of me,
You left a hole where my heart should be,
You've gotta fight just to make it through,
Cause I will be the death of you.
I loved music. It was my escape from reality, almost as good as marcial arts practice back home. I winced and tried to think of something else. Back home was not what I wanted to think about at the moment, thank you very much. There was too much pain there.
I relaxed into the seat, knowing that it was going to be a long plane ride, and closed my eyes.
"Please fascen all seatbelts. We will be landing soon and thank you for flying with Washington Airways."
My eyes snapped open and I shot upright in my seat. Was it landing already? I was happy to see that the two kids of the family on my left had fallen asleep in their parents's arms and there would be no more disturbances from them. I groaned inwardly as the plane started its descent. This was always the worst part of the ride for me. The takeoff I could handle. The turbulence, I could handle. But for some reason, when the plane started going down, I got really jumpy almost as if I thought we would crash or something. Hey! Anything's possible. I sighed in relief as the wheels touched down on the runway and pulled into the airport.
With relief, I noticed that I was in the first row and therefore was able to get off the plane first. The afternoon air soothed my skin as I dragged my luggage across the ground, already scanning the crowd for my father, Charlie.
He wasn't hard to miss, standing next to a police cruiser with a big smile on his face. I would have to look into getting a a car of my own as soon as possible, unless he still had my… "Don't think about it Bella!" I mentally scolded myself as I made my way toward the policecar.
"Bells! I've missed you so much!" my father shouted, attracting several weird looks from passers by as he ran forward, inveloping me into one of his trademark bone crushing huggs. "Everyone is glad that you're staying with me perminantly for your senior year."
"eEveyone?" I asked, slightly confused.
"Well, Jacob and some other people you know from LaPush of course," he replied, opening the trunk for my things. "You didn't bring much with you."
"Nah. I don't think my Arizona wardrobe would be very appropriate for Forks weather."
He laughed his familiar booming laugh. "Yeah, I see what you mean. How's Renee?"
"She's fine, she was a little hesitant for me to come live here, but I think she's okay with the idea now. She really didn't have much choice in the matter though. I will be eighteen in a few more months anyway and would have come here, whether she liked it or not anyway."
"Oh. Okay, well get in the car. We shouldn't spend all our time in an airport," Charlie reasoned. "They'll think we're mentally insane or something."
I laughed and slid into the passenger side of the cruiser. Charlie, like me wasn't a man of many words and was perfectly fine with silence, unlike Renee, so much of the car was spent in silence. I reached over finally and turned on the radio.
"Ugh. Dad, oldies, why?"
"Because I like them Bells. There is no better music in the world than the seventies. Anyway, I didn't ask you to turn on the radio," he replied, laughing as he turned off the interstate, into Forks. The town hadn't changed much over the last seventeen years, but there were a lot more people around.
"Well you didn't ask me to turn the radio off either," I said, turning the volume down. "Where'd all the new people come from? Don't tell me a little town like this is now a tourist attraction."
Charlie laughed. "No, they're shooting a movie near here and people seem to think they might have some sort of chance of being in the movie if they're around during the shooting. Restriction signs don't seem to work much anymore."
I sympathized. "Arizona had that happen several times. At least the town will be getting a little more money by having their hotels occupied."
"Ah Bells. Ever the optimist."
I almost laughed. Me, an optimistic person? What was this world coming to? I had little time to dwell on this however because we were finally in front of a little white house.
"Here we are, home sweet home," Charlie said, parking the cruiser in the driveway. "Your room is the same as when you left it last summer."
I nodded, said a quick thanks, and walked ahead of him into the house.
I sighed sadly as I looked around the living room. It pained me to know that even after all these years, Charlie hadn't really gotten over my mother. Pictures from seventeen years ago hung on the wall and were scattered over the mantle piece. Turning from the room, I made my way up the stairs and into my room. Sure enough, it was the exact same as I remembered, the same twin bed, the same old dresser, even the same faded pink curtains. Something would have to be done about that. If there was one thing I hated more than anything else, it was the color pink. It disgusted me.
I was glad though that Charlie left me alone to unpack and settle in. That was one of the things I loved most about my father. He let you have your space and didn't pry into things that were none of his business. He knew when to leave well enough alone.
After everything was unpacked, I turned on my laptop that I had bought with my own money and braced myself for the barrage of emails from Renee. Sure enough, there were five new messages in my inbox, all from my dear mother. The most recent one was sent about five minutes ago.
Bella, Why haven't you emailed me?
Bella, I'm worried. Did something happen to the plane? Were you delayed?
Bella, I'm seriously getting frantic. Why haven't you returned any of my messages?
Bella, Did you get into a crash?
Bella, I'm giving you ten minutes and I'm calling Charlie.
That was my mother for you, worried over everything. Hastily, I hit reply.
Mom, I just got in. Don't have a heart attack, I'm fine. The plane didn't crash, nothing happened. Take a deep breath. Everything's fine so far. I love you,
Bella.
At around six, I walked downstairs to see Charlie in front of the television watching a redsocks game. "Dad, what do you want for dinner?" I asked, poking my head into the living room.
A sheepish look crossed his face. "Uh Bells, we um don't really have much for you to cook at the moment." He looked toward the ground.
"Well, I guess I'll have to work with what we have."
I walked into the kitchen and began looking through cabinets and the refrigerator. Sure enough, there was nothing but a carton of eggs, and some soda.
"Good lord Dad, how did you survive all these years, not knowing how to cook?" I asked, finally giving up and calling in a piza.
"What? Of course I can cook," Charlie said indignantly. "I can make a killer scrambled egg."
I couldn't hold it any longer and burst out laughing. "I'll make a list tomorrow and go shopping after school," I said. "I, unlike you, will not live off of eggs for the next year."
"Bella, you are a lifesaver," Charlie praised, getting up to get the pizza at the door.
I was relieved when I was finally shut up in my room again. Collapsing across my bed, I finally let down my walls and let the tears fall. This was it. My new beginning.
Sooooooooooooooooo, what did you think? Oh, I know how you can tell me. Drop me a review! I love reviews! They make me dance for joy and if your review mine, I'll return the favor. I will say one thing though. In this story, Bella will be a little less clumsy and a lot more athletic and outgoing. I hope that doesn't make anyone too mad, I just want to change it up a little bit.