Disclaimer to Stephenie Meyer.

I know I should be updating my other stories, but I want to try this plotline out.

Some Home Truths.

"Peyton! Here!"

"Come on, Peyton. Give me a smile."

"Peyton!"

Checking in the window of the limo I smiled as demurely as I could at the flashing cameras, but my smile changed shape within the second as I noticed where one of the cameras were facing. My fist clenched in anger and my thought processes were covered in red, ready to aim...

*

High school. That's what you get when you sucker punch a member of the well-gated community, the paparazzi. It doesn't matter that the photographer had tried to take a picture of my ass and publish it in some second-rate porn magazine, or on some online community that documents the asses of celebrities. All that matters was that Peyton Steele was wrong, and the whole tabloid industry had a lot to write. Enough to write, that my manager slash mom, Renee, decided that enough was enough. No more Little Miss Diva and her wacky demands. No more singing in sell-out concerts. No more being famous. It seemed I needed a reality check, and the world did not revolve around me. And it was goodbye LA, hello small town in the Olympic peninsula, Forks. To go back to the real world, and attend high school. And inadvertently to live with my father.

It's not as if I don't enjoy spending time with my father. I had done that so far in my life, I gave my father and some of his friends VIP tickets to my sell-out concerts. My father had met plenty of celebrities, he was there when I picked up my Grammy for "Best New Artist". I spent a long time talking to him over the phone. But this, Forks, that was the main problem. Forks was the opposite of LA, where it was sunny all the time. I had a pool that I could read classics whilst lying on an inflatable chair. I hardly ever tanned, but I didn't care. I liked LA. Forks, on the other hand, was too rainy to have a swimming pool. It was too rainy to read books in the sunshine. It was also deprived of all the shops a teenage popstar needed for the many awards that needed attending. Not that I would be attending any award ceremonies since my mother had put a damper on that. I growled as I sat in the private jet that was flying to Port Angeles. Forks is that small, you actually don't have an airport near there, and the nearest airport is an hour away. Which my mother pointed out, provided sufficient time to talk to Charlie, my father.

I bit my tongue from snapping at her. Charlie didn't talk much. Had she forgotten?

I fingered my blonde wig, before taking it off. I let out a deep sigh. It seemed like one of those TV programmes where a girl had the best of both worlds. In reality it never worked like that. The paparazzi are too good. So, for the best part of 3 years, I have been Peyton Steele, the popstar. I only ditched the wig when I wanted to be unnoticed, and then I became Bella Swan, the average teenager. The wig had been a part of me that had been with me so long, it seemed as if I was losing a part of myself just by removing it. I even slept with this thing on. I watched as the seatbelt sign switched off, signalling it was safe to stand up. I grabbed my carry-on bag and walked to the bathroom. However, this wasn't your standard aeroplane toilet. It was much bigger, and it possibly more hygienic. I stood in front of the mirror, and ran my hands through my shoulder-length brunette hair. God. I had missed this side of me. I looked at myself in the mirror. The make-up on my face seemed unnecessary now. I grabbed my make-up kit and wiped all of it off. Goodbye Maybelline. I grabbed a pair of faded, blue jeans out of the duffel bag, along with a three-quarter length shirt. I reluctantly pulled off all of my designer clothes and folded them carefully before putting them back in the bag. I finally put my old clothes on. Goodbye Gucci and Chanel. Goodbye Peyton Steele.

I looked in the mirror again when my transformation was complete. Hello, Bella Swan. The teenager. My former characteristics ran like wildfire through my head. It was like I was acting this side of myself than letting it come naturally to me. So that's why people stayed grounded, so they don't lose their true colours. I took a relaxing deep breath, as I had learned in yoga. Inhale. Bella Swan hated shopping. Exhale. Bella Swan was normal. Inhale. Bella Swan did not use her credit card. Exhale. Bella Swan did not wear makeup. I continued in this mantra, so I would have no recollection of how I had forced myself to act for the past 3 years, and I would remember my life before fame had hit it.

I sat back in the chair and fished a book from the bag. I unravelled the headphones on my iPod. I spent the rest of the flight immersed in the book, and my music, not that I listened to myself sing. I wasn't that vain. I tried to ignore the signs of the surrounding out of the window had become less, warm and more green. Because that's what Forks was, green. If there was a colour on the colour spectrum I hated most, it was that single colour. The single colour that was spread ruthlessly around Forks, my home for the next year.

"Please can you put your seatbelts on, as we are preparing for landing," the Captain said, and the seatbelt sign flashed. The airhostess gave me a look telling me I needed to switch my iPod off. I rolled my eyes and dumped the offending electronic back into my bag. I crossed my arms and pursed my lips. Everyone around me was treating me like a moody teenager, so I did my best to act like one. The plane landed and finally I was finally in the place I didn't want to be in the most. Forks.

Oh. Great.

*

"So, how was the flight?" Charlie asked, not once taking his eyes off the road.

"Pretty much the same," I replied dryly.

Awkward silence.

"How's Renee?"

"Eccentric, as usual."

Another awkward silence.

"What about Phil?"

An extra-awkward silence, as I didn't particularly want to discuss my stepfather with my father.

"He's...nice."

"Oh."

Yet another awkward silence. These were the essence of conversation with Charlie. They were short, to the point and involved many awkward silences. We sat in silence for about ten minutes, before I popped another question.

"How's Jacob?"

"He's, great. He's growing. Well, he's grown a lot since you last saw him."

I last saw Jacob two years ago, he was bound to grow. We continued to sit in silence.

Forks was turning out to be fantastic.

"So, are you looking forward to school tomorrow?"

Did I say fantastic? I meant a complete nightmare.

So, is this a storyline I should continue?