Yey I'm writing a Bella Fan fiction! Hope you like! P.S- Vampires are included!

Chapter 1

"We are now landing in Forks", an overly friendly voice called from the over head speakers, "Please keep your seat belt firmly fastened until we land". Ya like if this fucking plane crashes then a fucking seat belt is going to help, I thought sarcastically to myself, wondering why they even bothered to put the seat belts on planes. To me it is just retarded. I popped a piece of gum in my mouth trying to keep my ears from popping when the pressure changed and we descended from the air. I've always hated flying, it makes me nervous with all the turbulence, and the random drops, I always think I'm going to die, sometimes I think I'd welcome it though.

I stared dejectedly out the window and saw that it was raining. It was to be expected though; it always rains in the Forks. I've now arrived in the middle of no where, have a fun two years! I wondered if living with my father could be worse than living with my scatter brained, whore of a mother. I don't really remember my dad, all's I know is that once I was born and he realized I screamed bloody murder for two hours every night he kicked me and my mother Renee to fend for ourselves. In a way I'm grateful for my mother who continued taking care of me every though I was such a brat. But on the other hand I wish Renee had just thrown me into a dumpster to die. I'm pretty sure I'd be much happier if she had done that.

I watched as the barren wasteland I like to call the Forks that I had been banished to closed in on the plane. I cringed as the wheels thumped on the run way and it seemed we started skidding along the cement. At any moment I was expecting the wheels to snap and the whole plane to start doing barrel roles, then explode leaving no survivors. I wasn't sure if that would be a good thing or not. Once I met my dad Charlie I would be sure. I would wish that the plane had exploded, bursting me into thousands of tiny pieces. The plane came to a stop agonizingly slow and rolled into the place where we get off.

I thanked god that I could finally get of this tube that held probably three hundred people- I wonder why so many people would want to come to the Forks- that smelled like sweat and farts. I know I probably smell sweaty too but still, I could hear people letting it rip over the blaring music of my head phones, and that isn't a good thing. I was almost giddy to be free of all the screaming babies and the toddlers that run around and seem so cute at but then steal your fucking snacks. Then you're like what the fuck! I'm fucking hungry and the only thing you get on this god forsaken plane is stale pretzels and someone steals them. Then you ask for more from the stewardess and they say no. So now you just want to find the kid who stole your pretzels and beat the shit out of them even though they're only five.

As you can tell I hate planes, they suck. Oh now here comes the "Thank you for choosing our plane company. I hope you choose us the next time you would like to fly". They say it in an overly pleasant fake voice, which makes you want to punch them in the face for just talking like that. And also while they're saying it they're hoping to god you never come back because you complained too much. God at the moment I wish that the plane could take flight again so I could just jump out of it. I personally think that falling from some where really high would be a really fun end. You get to feel the awesome feeling of your stomach going into your throat. And when you hit the ground your dead right away. You also leave quite a mess for every one to clean up, so your like ha bitches, you made me kill myself, now you have to clean up all my blood and guts splattered all over the ground. I think it would be the best to land on someone's house and they don't notice until they see the blood dripping past the window.

As you can see I've had a lot of time to think this through. I was thinking about for the whole five fucking hours I've been on this god damn plane. I'm still sitting here even though we have been on the ground for about ten minutes. I can see every one else getting out but they are too inconsiderate to let me get into that small aisle. So I'll just sit here until I can get out. The whole time I was on the plane I was tempted to go to the emergency exit. There were only two things stopping me. Reason number one, I'm such a chicken shit that I couldn't gather the courage. Reason number two, if I did knowing my fucking luck I'd end up falling in the middle of an air balloon race and I'd just keep bouncing off balloons, until I was close enough to the ground that when I fell I wouldn't die, but far enough away that I would break every fucking bone in my body and be in agony for a year.

Oh yes finally everyone is off the plane and I can stand up. I grabbed my carry on item- my iPod- and started going down the aisle. When I got to the stewardess she started with the crappy good bye thing where they expect you to stop and listen to them for two minutes. I just walked by her because I wasn't about to lose one hundred and twenty precious seconds of my life. I walked out into the big room and had to walk for what seemed like hours- but was really five minutes- until I got to the luggage claim. I didn't see Charlie any where… and at that moment… I realized I didn't know what the fuck Charlie looked like. I shrugged it off and went to where you have to look for you luggage.

I easily found my suitcase because I really don't think that any one else would have a suit case that said 'BELLA' in big white bold letters. I think I've decided I have way to much time on my hands because I did that with white out about a week before I left. I snatched up my suitcase, all the while thinking about how if someone wanted to stalk me they knew my name… well at least my nickname… but they still might be able to find me. Man I really am going insane.

I lugged my suitcase to the front door hoping that Charlie had a picture of me or something so he knew who I was. I am now standing outside in the pouring rain looking for his police cruiser. Ha, I feel like a bad person, just looking out for police cars. Wow I'm really retarded, I should probably go crawl in a dark hole and die there, but it seems like to much work I'll just stand here and hope that he picks me up soon, because I was being a douche bag and I forgot to wear a sweater and unusually enough the shirt I'm wearing is white, it's getting pretty see through, and I think I've caught a cold.

(Ten FUCKING minutes later)

Once Charlie gets here he's fucking dead, I am going to take his gun and shoot him in the head! I'm so cold. I've seen a few police cars go by but they didn't stop, I'm wondering if it was him but he didn't recognize me so he kept going. Oh I just thought of a great idea. I'll hold up my luggage whenever I see a police car since it says Bella. I saw police car coming towards me so I held up my luggage. While the police man drove by he gave me a really weird look, he probably thinks I'm on something. That was just a little embarrassing but I'll continue doing it because I think Renee is too much of a scatter brain to remember to send him a picture.

I had to wait ten more minutes and hold my suitcase up to five different police cars before he actually came. I was pretty pissed when he finally pulled up. I was completely soaked to the bone and I had sneezed like twenty times in a row. Since I haven't seen him in forever I decided to be nice when he came out of the car to greet me and take my luggage. That was nice of him; I thought he'd just stay in the car. To be friendly I put my arms out in a hug and said "Hey Dad". You want to know what he did. He ignored my could've been hug and slapped me in the fucking face. Like what the fuck is that? "Don't call me dad! It makes me seem old!" Charlie said. By then I was already pissed but I held my tongue and looked around.

There must've been at least twenty different people who witnessed that and they ignored it. This is just a charming little town, ignoring child abuse. It also turns out he didn't come out to greet me and put my suitcase away. "Do you have an envelope from Renee for me?" he asked in a rough voice. I just remembered about it and pulled it out of my pants pocket, and handed it too him. He opened it quickly and pulled out a lot of cash, he sheltered it under his jacket so it didn't get wet. He counted out a thousand dollars, "Ah, a thousand dollars for taking care of the little brat". Even though he said it not so quietly I heard it- well no fucking duh- that was nice, being paid to take care of his daughter. Don't I feel special, just being handed of to the next 'responsible parent'? As Charlie leaned past me to grab my suitcase I could smell hard alcohol on his breath.

Well that's one this at least he took my luggage and put it in the truck. But still it was after he slapped me and was bribed to take care of me. Also what the hell kind of cop drinks and drives, personally I don't think he's doing a very good job of enforcing the law. So far he's broken two rules and I haven't even been with him for five minutes. I opened the door to the car before I was roughly halted by Charlie. "No you'll get my seats all wet you sit in the back", he said as he opened the back door and shoved my in like any common criminal. This is going to be a very long two years; I wish I had a fast forward button.

We drove silently until he started to break the silence. "How's your mom", he asked with his voice sound like it had been dragged through a bed of nails. In that one question I knew one thing about him… he was still in love with my mom. Then why the hell did he throw us out… oh wait I remember ME. "She's a whore", I replied wondering what he'd say to that. "Don't call Renee a whore!" He yelled making me flinch in the back the car, happy that I had bars protecting me from Charlie. I knew that if I hadn't been in the back at the moment he probably would've strangled me. "She is less of a whore than you'll ever be", Charlie yelled after a second of thought.

I rolled my eyes, he didn't know a fucking thing about me and he's calling me a whore. For his information I haven't even had my first kiss yet… now thinking about it that's pretty pathetic. Well I'll just have to resign myself to the fact that I probably won't be kissed for another two years at least. I've decided this because as we pass people who are outside on this miserable day alls I see are extremely ugly people. Some might look good but they have an unfortunate problem with zits. I stared out the window while Charlie drove, not really seeing anything as it passed before my eyes. The only thing I noticed is when we came to a stop that made my face smash against the bars in front of me.

"The trunk is open", Charlie said gruffly and got out of the car, slamming the door loudly behind him. I watched as he stalked into the house then tried to open my door. I realized it was locked from the inside and there was no way out unless Charlie came back and opened the door. "Fuck", I muttered as I shook the door handle hoping it would magically open, "Charlie!" I called out though I knew there was no chance in hell that he would hear me. It took him about ten minutes before he realized that his child was locked inside the car. He opened the door and without even saying sorry for forgetting about me went back inside.

I step out of the car and right when both my feet hit the ground I slipped on the muddy drive way. I landed on my ass and once I got back up it looked like I shit myself. At the moment I was expecting some really hot guy to walk by and see me in this state. I slammed the door shut and latched onto the car so I would have a harder time falling. I hobbled slowly to the trunk and grabbed my suit case. Ten minutes and twenty large bruises later I finally made it inside. It looked like I had been mud wrestling and I clearly lost the match. I unlaced my now brown converse which used to be black, and trudged up the stair way. It seemed that when I went up the stair the walls got narrower and narrower until finally at the end both my shoulders were hunched over and I had to press them to my body to get through.

I wonder how Charlie gets through here. I won't go as far as calling him fat, but he's a bit on the chunky side. And once I had changed clothes and managed to get back downstairs and into the kitchen I knew why. The only things in his fridge were bacon and beer, and that was seriously all. Although it looked like he had some broccoli in the back, I should check again because I'm hungry and I don't mind eating broccoli. I opened the fridge again and looked in the back. It seems I was mistaken; the broccoli that I saw was actually moss growing in the back. Yum… moss. I looked beside the fridge and realized he had a jar full of a lot of money, and the jar said grocery money.

I picked it up and dumped its contents out on the kitchen table. I counted out the money which took about half an hour since I'm good at counting money. I was extremely surprised and I pocketed some of that money since I was sure he didn't know how much money he had in there. There was literally 6,562.49 well at least after I made a few deductions, before there was 7,782.49 . I doubt he'll miss it, I don't think he has actually used this jar in fifteen years. I know this because at the bottom there was a whole bunch of twenty dollar bills that they changed fifteen years ago.

"Charlie", I called out hoping he wasn't unconscious on the couch, "We are in desperate need for groceries, and I'm going out to get some." He grunted a reply and I just assumed it was a yes. I went towards the door and as I was about to grab his keys and go he yelled out, "Don't take my car, you can walk". I halted feeling furious, what a fucking asshole, I have to walk in the pouring rain because he doesn't want me to use his shitty cruiser. I remember seeing a grocery store about a ten minute drive from here, which in walking distance would be like a fucking two hour walk. I'm not too happy at the moment and I'm looking at the gun that's hanging at the door with a murderous glint in my eye.

I watched as one of my arms reached for it then halted. Jeez now that I'm in the Forks I've become homicidal… wait I've already been homicidal never mind. I went back up stairs so I could change into suitable clothing for the weather. Soon I was ready and in a black rain jacket with its hood covering my hair. I decided to grab a bit more money form the grocery jar then set off into the rain.

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