Chapter 1

A/N: What would it be like if Bella had seen/known the Cullens before she came to Forks? If she was years younger when she saw them. In this story, Bella's blood doesn't sing to Edward. It is still a strong pull but he can resist easily enough.

I also already wrote this chapter and published it under a different account but i was a doofus and forgot to write down the password so I forgot and ended up accidentally signing out and it just became a big thing. My previous account was tatortot2804.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. I am not Stephenie Meyer.

I miss Phoenix. The warm weather, clear skies and flat terrain were some of my favorite parts. My mom was, of course, one of the reasons too. When Charlie and mom split up, I was merely a child. I was too young to remember it but I've heard stories. Every summer, I would come visit Charlie in Forks, Washington while mom was doing chemo. The cancer finally won and so I found myself packing my bags and moving back to my birthplace.4

That was merely two days ago. I start my first day of school here tomorrow. I will be a junior. It is the middle of spring so everybody will already have their groups and cliques made and divided by now.

I tried and tried to fall asleep but I'm not used to the rain so it just kept me awake. As I drifted in and out of consciousness, I had dreams of the past few days. I saw the light fade out of my moms eyes as she died in the hospital bed. The machine flatlined but I barely acknowledged it as I was hysterical. I wept and sobed onto my dead mothers lap. Phil and Charlie had to drag me away from her. I remembered the funeral that was held a couple days later. It was the only time I had seen Charlie and Phil in suits. I'm surprised that I could even see them through the tears in my eyes. I had hated all the pitying looks I got. I disliked the sorrys too. Unless it's your fault she died, don't say sorry. I saw the moment in the airport when I had my last glances at Phoenix and Phil.

I was startled out of my nightmares by my alarm. I hopped out of bed and into the shower. I had to share a bathroom with Charlie. I let the warm water work out all the stress that had built up over night.

When I stumbled down the stairs, I found Charlie sitting at the table in the kitchen.

"I thought you were going to be at work by now." I said suspiciously.

"I called in and said I would be late. First day of school and all." He said gruffly while standing up. "Just wanted to say 'have a good day' and all that stuff." I smiled what little I could. Charlie could be such a softie. "Thanks Ch-dad but you didn't need to do that." I wasn't allowed to call him Charlie - to his face at least.

"It was no problem. . . . Well, see you tonight." he added after a moment of silence before heading out the door.

The rest of the morning went by fast and before I knew it, I was headed out the door too. I paused to admire my ancient truck that Charlie had gotten me as a homecoming present. It was faded red and was terrifyingly loud but the radio and heat worked which I was not expecting.

It wasn't hard to find the school. It was a collection of small buildings that were numbered. I parked in front of the building labeled 'Office' and quickly turn my engine off. Hopping out of the truck, I slipped and nearly fell but was able to grab onto the mirror and steady myself.

Walking into the office, I am greeted by lots of potted plants and a way to happy looking secretary with bright red hair. The office was warm and small.
"Can I help you?" she asked looking up.

"I'm Isabella Swan." I said and immediately, I saw pity and awareness in her eyes. I'm sure I was a topic of gossip in the town. The Chief's passed, ex-wife's daughter coming home at last. She dug around in some papers and apparently found what she was looking for. She brought some papers to the counter for me and went through the typical transfer stuff. When it was time for me to go, she gave me a sad smile and I smiled back as best as I could without looking like I was in pain.