My name is Isabella Marie Swan, I'm 16 years old, and I'm distinctively tough. In other words I'm, what you would say, a badass.

I'm moving in with my father, Charlie. I hate him. But I have to because my mother, Renee, has decided in a last minute decision to travel with her whack ass fiancée, Phil. Whatever. Anywhore, I'm just now getting off the plane to meet my father at the airport. Looking through the hectic crowd of travelers I spot Charlie, in his police uniform, waiting for me. Seriously? Couldn't he at least change? Scoffing and rolling my eyes I walk up to him. As soon as he spots me walking towards him, he runs up grabbing me in a hug. Rolling my eyes I hug him back half-heartedly.

"Hey Charlie" I say. He immediately lets go of me and glares at me in a fatherly way. "That's dad to you" he scolds. I scoff. "Okay…Charlie". This is going to be fun.

Finally, after a long ass drive we're at our destination. Charlie's, and now myself, place. It's a cute little white house with a porch and swing in the backyard. Awwwww, too bad it's going to be hell when I'm through with it.

"It's cute Char." I laugh, using the nickname I recently made to annoy him. He turns beet red. Haha, it worked! "I'm your father, not your new best friend! You will call me as such!" he seethes. Holy shit! That was awesome! He totally just bust a vein! "Charlie" I laugh "Calm down I'm just screwing with you!" He turns a deeper red than before, if that's even possible. "GO TO YOUR ROOM THIS INSTANT! I WILL NOT STAND FOR YOUR INSUBOARDINATION!"….What the hell? I comply with his demands. I was tired anyways. "See you in the morning, Charlie!" I scream, running up the stairs before Charlie could say anything. "ISABELLA" Charlie shouts. Laughing now I go to my room and shut the door. Sighing I lay on my queen sized bed clad with a black and red comforter. On the verge of sleep I mumble "Get ready Forks high, Hell is coming your way" Then finally slip into a deep sleep.