I'm not Stephanie Meyer, nor do I desire to be her. I just adore her characters... This chapter is super short, but I promise the rest will be awesomeee! :) :) :)

Chapter One

Bella's POV

I miss Phoenix already, and I just got here. I miss the sun, the heat, and most of all I miss my mom.

Mom

A voice echoed in my head. I sighed, this is no time for crying. She's dead, there's nothing I can do about it now. I'm already in purgatory, my own personal Hell on earth.

Forks, Washington.

It is to this rainy, dismal town I condemn myself. My father misses me, and he just can't cope with my mother's death. Unlike him I've gone numb. I don't feel the pain anymore.

Lie

I bit my lip, trying to hold back the sob that threatened to break through my careful façade.

I haven't cried yet, I don't mourn for my mother.

I finally reach the numbered parking spot, where my pride and joy was parked.

My 1971 Ford Cobra Torino. It's electric green with dark tint, the perfect car for the south, but not so practical for Forks. I couldn't bring myself to part with it, or my motorcycle.

I forgot how green this place is. I guess there's something to be said for constant rain. Just pulling onto the highway makes me feel claustrophobic. I guess I'm just going to have to learn to deal with it, cause odds are I'm gonna be in Forks for a very, very long time.

Charlie's little house, it's more like a two story cottage if you ask me, loomed gloomily ahead of me.

Oh Joy, I thought sarcastically as I recognized the Quileute boy in the driveway.

"Jacob Black" I hissed through my teeth.

"Come on Bells, don't be like that, Jake's just visitin'. My father drawled out slowly, almost reluctantly.

He's making a big effort to be normal for me, but I can see right through him. He never got over my mother. I'm not sure how to respond to his words so I pop the trunk and turn to grab my bags to take them upstairs.

"Oh, no you don't missy, I'll carry those." Jacob smiled smugly.

It's not about to go down like that. No way.

"Jacob, if you so much as touch my luggage I can, and will run you over with my car." I said, voice even, and deathly calm.

"Okay, okay, I get it. I know where I'm not wanted." Jacob grinned briefly before loping off into the forest.

I had the opportunity to come here during my junior year, but I didn't. I'm glad I didn't.

Now it's the beginning of my senior year, and I'm nervous. My first day of classes is on Monday. It's Friday now.