A/N: Sorry to break it to you, but this is the last chapter I will be writing for a while. I will be in Seattle for a week, and I can't write any more. And sorry it's so short, but it's a prologue. The actual chapters will be longer. Thanks!

Prologue: Someone New

Everybody knew. The chief's daughter from Phoenix was coming to live in Forks. She was going to come here.

I didn't know what I exactly expected. I thought she would be sporty, skinny, tan, blonde, with big sunglasses and a sexy body.

That was just the image I conjured up when I thought about girls raised in the sun. I remembered my own experience in California, and shook my head. I was being to stereotypical. Most of the girls from where I grew up weren't anything like what I thought Isabella would be. They were plain, in my opinion.

But I wasn't being picky at all. I had plenty of girlfriends when I was in California, but I obviously wasn't too affected when my parents decided to move to Forks. I did miss the sun, but was looking forward to change.

I always did love change.

It was very hard to ignore the way Jessica stared at me and made googly eyes at me and obsessed over me. At first, I enjoyed the attention. But it got extremely annoying after a while, and it was time for some change. Yes, I was looking forward to Isabella's move here to Forks.

It didn't appear to me at first how cocky I was being. I actually assumed that this new girl would automatically fall head over heels for me, being the most popular guy in school. But I checked myself, and ran my fingers through my hair.

I didn't want her thinking I was a self-centered jerk. I really was a nice person, but sometimes I could think the shallowest thoughts, and they confused me. I didn't want to be self-absorbed, however, I couldn't help but allow myself to hope.

I sighed heavily. Just be yourself, and she might actually like you, I inwardly thought.

I realized again, that I was being too hasty. Who was to say that I would like her? Maybe she was as shallow as I could be sometimes.

But thinking about her thoughtful, shy father, I shook that thought from my head. No, Isabella must be something special, I decided. Moving away from the sun you grew up in to live in a rainy town such as Forks took some guts.

I already admired her for that. I remembered how hard it was for me to transition, to even just the wardrobe.

I had been so thoughtful for the last few minutes, that I hadn't even noticed I was eating dinner with my family, and that my father had asked me a question.

"Are you okay, Mike?" My mother asked me worriedly.

I swallowed my pizza and hastily answered her, not wanting her to worry about me. "Oh, sorry mom. I was just thinking about something."

"Watch out world! Mike is using his brain for something!" My dad teased, waving his hands and looking into the ceiling.

"Ha ha, very funny dad. I'd like to see you use your brain every once in a while too." I was smirking as I wiped my greasy hands on a napkin.

"I asked if you wanted to continue where we left off on the game," my dad asked humorously.

"You two and your video games. I'm going to go out for a hike. Your bickering sure can get annoying," muttered my mom as she cleared the dishes.

"You're not going to watch again? It's fun when you watch us beat each other up!"

"Let's just hope you don't actually get hurt and you stick to using the controllers!"

"Don't worry mom, hasn't happened yet!"

"No, not yet."

I used her thoughtful words as an excuse to leave the table, and almost escaped before she grabbed my shoulder.

"Dishes first, you know the rules." I grumbled angrily and turned back around. I wasn't allowed to play video games until my chores were finished. They were so annoying though!

I grudgingly got to work. We had so many piled dishes, that by the time I was finished rinsing and drying them all, my father stood up from playing the game and told me it was time to go to bed.

Reluctantly, and with anger, I went to my room and sulked on my bed. My parents were so unfair sometimes! But I knew tomorrow was going to be better. It was Isabella's first day.

A/N: Thanks for reading the prologue of Mike's story! I'm sorry if I offended anyone by the way Mike thinks, or if they didn't portray him really being like that. I wanted to make it clear that I ADORE mike Newton (not as much as Edward though) and I'm not meaning to be mean to him in any way. I'm just trying to get in his head, which is really hard, considering I'm not a guy and I don't know how they think. However, with the little knowledge that I have, I hope I can make a good enough story for you. Thanks again!