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Also, this is my fan fiction so if it's not good can you not kill me? I'm trying. In addition, could I have some constructive critizism? Thanks!

Sorry for the short chapter! PROMISE I WILL UPDATE 3 REALLY LONG CHAPTERS THIS WEEK!!!!

"Honey, are you sure about this?" My mother, Renee Swan, the Queen of Italy asked for the hundredth time since we left the palace. "You don't have to go."

I rolled my eyes as we entered the airport. "Mom, I want to go. I haven't seen Charlie in forever!" It's true. I'm eighteen now and I haven't seen Charlie, my uncle, since I was thirteen. Five years. Gosh, that was such a long time. I wonder how much he has changed. I wonder how much Forks has changed.

Yup, I said it. Charlie lives in Forks, Washington, USA; halfway across the world from my castle here, in Volterra, Italy. Yeah, my castle. I was Princess Isabella Marie Swan of Italy, but I asked everyone to call me 'Bella' because I absolutely despised the name 'Isabella'. It seemed to formal and old-fashioned. I smiled, my mom was old-fashioned, exceedingly so. She always says "As a queen you need to be up to date, yet still stuck in the old days. Mom decided to have a bigger share in the old days. But with her bubbly and childlike personality, all the citizens of Italy didn't pay one bit of attention to her old fashioned ways.

"Are you absolutely positive you want to go to Forks?" My mom questioned yet again. Lucky for us, the citizens of Italy respect us and don't treat us like American celebrities get treated, and they had no idea that I was going to America. Whenever we go out in public, they bow politely instead of surrounding us with cameras and microphones. To them we were just other people, who happened to rule them.

I sighed. "Yes. For the thousandth time, I want to go to Forks to see Charlie, hang out with Jake-whom I haven't seen in six years-and be a normal teenager."

She studied me, testing the truth in my words. She found no regrets and gave in. "Alright."

I beamed happily and kissed her on the cheek. "Thanks, Mom! Love you!"

"Love you, too."

And with that I took my carry on and stepped into line to get onto the plane to Forks, Washington, where my future awaited me.