So fir-crap it's not good to start a sentence with "so". Let me start over.

First fan fiction people. (Better) Please read and review or "R&R". I'm new to this.

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Disclaimer: I DON'T own Twilight or any of the characters in the Twilight series. Well Duh.

I own Mel, Joe, and Rachel though!! Yay me! Don't know who that is? Well I think you need to read....and review.. : )

Well let me stop rambling. Hope you enjoy!

"Home sweet, sweet home" I thought to myself as I stepped out of the car and stared up at the old house. I had just arrived in the small town of Forks, located in the state of Washington. What is with the name "Forks." If you were going to give it the name of a culinary tool why not call it a more interesting one like "Sporks?" (ha ha joke with one of my best friends, if you want to know ask.)

So Forks, would be the name I will write down when I fill out "city" on my college applications this fall. It is the place never imagined I would find myself moving to the summer before my senior year of high school. Why you may ask?

Let me explain myself. My name is Isabella Swan, but I prefer to be called Bella.

I am the daughter of Renee and Charlie and one of 4 children. I grew up in the city of Phoenix, Arizona. I have 2 older sisters and 1 younger brother. I have always considered myself lucky to be apart of such a big family, but I always felt out of place.

I love my sisters Mel, 21, a student at John's Hopkins University and with hopes of becoming a doctor and Rachel, 18, a student at Loyola college and the goal of becoming a lawyer, very much. We have always had such a strong bond as sisters. I remember playing with dolls with them when we were younger to discussing boys and clothes as we got older.

Then there was my younger brother Joe, 15. He was the one person who I could usually count onto make me laugh. Joe always had that "popularity" thing going for him, and it was hard for people to not get along with him. You couldn't label him to one specific group because he had so many interests and got along with pretty much everyone. He also had those most amazing taste in music. We both shared a love and appreciation for a variety of different genres.

Even with all of these strong bonds I had with them, I never felt like I truly belonged. Mel and Rachel always had this stronger bond that I had never been able to compete with. They were both more outgoing than me. I am a rather shy person. They would become the life of any party. I would prefer to be somewhere quiet with a good book to read. They were both beautiful, intelligent, and not to mention coordinated. I was an average looking girl, with decent grades. I was also completely uncoordinated and suffered several awkward moments which led to many moments blushing.

I even found myself not as connected with Joe. He seemed to connect with our sisters in ways that I could not. The three of them were all outgoing and enjoyed sports. Joe plays every sport and dominates in just about all of them. He truly shines the brightest in baseball. For a sophomore in high school he has already had scouts from big named colleges looking at him. Which leads back to the whole coordination thing. I couldn't throw a baseball without injuring myself or someone around me.

My parents were overjoyed with their future attorney of law, medical doctor, and major league baseball star. It was easy to see why they overlooked me, the girl with high hopes of becoming a writer. It doesn't really compare to the others. This is why I believe they decided to move right before my senior year.

With my sisters away at college it was just my parents, Joe, and I. We all got along pretty well, but no one could deny the emptiness our house was left with. The house I had lived in for all 17 years of my life, seemed too big with the use of only 3 of 5 bedrooms.

My mom had been hinting at the idea of moving to a smaller house since my sisters found themselves to busy to come home this past Christmas. The empty house during the holidays really got to her. Then there were more scouts looking at Joe from baseball competitive high schools across the country, moving started to seem like a good idea in Charlie's eyes as well.

The most competitive high school came from the small town of Spor- I mean Forks. They had even offered Charlie a position as Chief of Police, so he would have a job. This left my parents with a lot to consider. The move would be a great opportunity for my brother. It would also be a nice change of scene for Renee who was still struggling to adjust to my sisters being gone. It was also a great job opportunity for Charlie.

I think it was the news that my sisters were staying in Maryland for the summer because they each received internships, that made the final decision. Renee was on the phone with a real estate agent after she hung up with my sister Mel, who delivered the news. The next morning at breakfast my parents announced that they found a house at an affordable price in Forks, Washington and that we would be moving in my mid August. I couldn't believe it.

They wanted me to move and start at a new high school in my senior year. Did my parents even think about me at all when they made this decision? They wanted me to leave the place I grew up and my friends I had here. Well I never really had too many friends here anyway. I had people I hung out with in school and ate lunch with, but there was never really that group of friends every teenager is suppose to have. That small group you told everything to. That group that you were suppose to get together with when you were bored and just be bored together. I had one close friend, Victoria.

I wouldn't exactly call us "best friends," but I did confide in her somewhat. Not with all my feelings and secrets though. It's not that I'm a very secretive, by-myself, listen to dark music, write depressing poems type of person. It's just that she never seemed truly interested or like she cared. Sure she was a good friend who could keep a secret and stick up for me, but Victoria was more concerned with herself. Sometimes it seemed like she believed that by being a friend to me that I would be a friend to her. She was more concerned with what she could gain out of the friendship.

This makes me wonder whether I have been wrong about my parents. Maybe they have been paying more attention to me then I thought. They saw how little friends I had in Phoenix. They knew that leaving friends behind was not really an issue for me.

So here I was staring at the house I would stay in for the next year. I do not really view this as a "home." It's more of a place I am being forced to visit. Just like when I was younger when Renee and Charlie would make me visit relatives I never remembered meeting. Though they seemed to know me well enough to pinch my cheeks and tell me they're glad I finally blossomed out of my awkward stage. Except this visit would not involve strangers pinching me. That was a positive right?

I needed to focus on the positives. It would be how I get through this "visit." Though all I can think about are the negatives. This wasn't like a normal weekend to week visit. This was a year stranded in the unfamiliar small rainy town, Forks.

Okay so what did you think? I know it starts kind of slow, but I just wanted to get some background information in.

And I know that some stuff is different from the books, but I really wanted to use the characteristics that I shared with Bella as well I also put in some of my own traits. For example the big family.

O and if there are any traits or parts of Bella's personality that you always imagined her to have that were never defined in the books let me know. Or any experiences that you have went through, share them with me. I might add them. One of my goals is to have readers relate to Bella even more than they already do. Does that make sense?

If not just REVIEW!