Chapter 1

I could feel my heartbeat going a hundred miles an hour while i stood in front of my classmates and their families. I was 2004 valedictorian. Bella Swan. Forks high school. I have had a hard life. Starting with when my parents split up, and I moved with my mother to Florida, while my big brother stayed with my dad. My brother's name is Emmett.

His one year older than me but when he was seven he had brain surgery from an accident when he fell down from a tree and was in a coma for three months. So he started first grade the same year as I did. My parents split when me and my brother was twelve, and when my mom decided she wanted to move to Florida I wanted to go with her.

My dad didn't like this, so he decided to not have any contact with me and my brother did the same. I wanted to keep in contact but it was a lost cause. Six months ago my mom and my stepfather Phil got in a car crash and they died on the scene. I inherited money from both of them. My mom was a bit of a nutjob but she was very good at saving, and keeping track of the stock marked.

She actually won some money when she and Phil was there for a weekend and afted they died, I was the only relative living so I inherited quite the sum. With what she got from the stock market and winning in Vegas I got thirty five million dollars and after the house and cars was sold and the money from the insurance company I had about fifty million dollars.

My dad and Emmett knew nothing about this, and they were never going to either, so I donated about five million dollars to a charity that collect money every year that goes to families or kids that has lost their parents in a car crash. When I came to live with my dad, Charlie and my brother Emmett, they didn't pick me up at the airport so I had to take a bus from Seattle to Port Angeles and then had to take a taxi to Forks but ended up walking two hours in the pouring rain because the taxi stopped working for some reason unknown to me.

When I got "home" I was greeted with a cold shoulder from both my dad and Emmett and all they did was to sit in front of the flat screen watching football. I had to carry two suitcases and one HUGE bag up the stairs only to find out that there was no room waiting for my arrival.

When I went down stairs I marched to the living room and demanded to know where I was going to sleep. They told me that they had taken my room to use as a storage for stuff and that I was to sleep in the attic. I considered myself a healthy person, so the next day I went to the only supermarket in town and bought some cleaning supplies, and some healthy food.

Maybe not healthy but at least healtyer than what they usually ate, take out and pizza. I started cleaning the whole first floor, moping the floor, dusting, and cleaning, and moping the floor once again before I did the second floor. When I went in to the room that used to be my room and saw that my bed and dresser was still there so I used three hours taking my stuff down from the attic and taking the boxes that were in my room up to the attic.

When I finished I washed, dusted and moped the floor on my room before I unpacked for then to take a shower and make dinner.

I had just taken out the brownie cookies I had made when Emmett and his friends came through the door. It had been two months since I had arrived. It seemed like everyone in town hated me, and I had no friends at school. At lunch I eat in the bathroom or in the library. I cried to sleep every night.

Whenever Emmett and his friends came home with him I stayed in my room or were out. I had taking up an unhealthy habit of shopping which were surreal because I hate shopping, but it's not like I have anything ells to do except homework which I don't need to do because everything we're learning now I learned in Florida so now when I had a paper due I just handed in one I did in Florida. I had A in every subject, even GYM, and that was only because I took part in it.

Looking at my speech and then looking up at the students and their families I realize that what I am about to do is REALLY stupid but my mouth started working before my brain.

"My mom always told to live life at the fullest. She also told me that you have to put the past behind you, Hacuna Matata. These last six months here at Forks High has been a pain in the ass. And it's all because of my stupid ass of a father and stupid ass of a brother. I had to walk two hour in the pouring rain the day I came here, just because my "father" and brother didn't want to lift their ass and drive for fifteen minutes to pick me up.

No, they had to watch football on the flat screen. When I was going to bed I found out I had to sleep in the attic because my father and brother didn't want to put some fucking boxes in the attic so I spent five hours cleaning the whole house the next day. I made dinner for them and the first day I made them dinner that threw it on the floor and the proceeded to walk to the living room shouting "clean that up". It hurts you know.

You have no idea why your family hates you, and all you can do is cry yourself to sleep every night because your chest hurts. I don't know why I'm saying this, probably because I want Emmett to know that whatever I did to deserve your rage I'm sorry. And I love you, but I can't help but feel that I wish you would just drop dead. The same goes for my father. Charlie Swan. Chief of Police. I wouldn't mind if he dropped dead as well.

Living with people that hate you really makes your life a living hell. I don't think my dear brother here had said one fucking word to me that are nice. No "thanks for dinner" of "thanks for cleaning the kitchen" no nothing. It's always clean this and clean that. The same for my father." I stopped before I sighed and then started talking again.

"I guess I just wanted to tell you that I hope that whatever happens in your lives that you live it to the fullest. I have a book coming out in a month, and I would like for you to read it. It's already gotten major critics and I have already gotten a script of the book because Summit Entertainment wants to make a movie out of it.

"I don't really have anything positive to say because I haven't had a positive experience going to this school and I don't really know why I have been given this speech. I just want to get my diploma and leave this fucked up place. Thank you." I went over to the person giving out the diplomas and yanked mine from the basked that stood beside him before I went down the stairs of the podium and out of the gym.

I don't know if i'm going to continue this story, if you want to then i will. Just leave me a review and if most you you want to, i'll continue this little story, though i don't know where it's headed- though i have one direction... Something that has to do with forgiveness and a heart attack...