A New Life Chapter 1: Starting Over, a twilight fanfic

Hey everyone. I hope you're all having a good begining to your 2015 year.

This story has been posted before, but I went back and started to re-read through it and just had the urge and need to update and fix some problems. Most were gramical others were just fixing wording.

The story will still be same but without all those chapters about voting and pimping myself out.

To all the new readers, hope you enjoy.

I'm going to post this here at the begining so that I don't have to post it with each new chapter.

I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT. If I did, believe me, I would be somewhere warm rather than the horribly cold and snowy winter we're having in Ohio. (Yes, I know there are places that are worse off than we are right now. And more power to you guys for surviving through all that.)

I don't have a beta, so be forgiving of small mistakes that I make. I am not a english major nor will I ever be able to catch all those little grammical errors.

Now let's begin...again... :)

APOV

"Finally," I sighed to myself. I looked around at my newly acquired, clean room. Regrettably, I knew it wouldn't stay that way for long and Mom would probably start yelling at me to keep it clean within the next week or so.

Looking at the clock I saw it was already 5:30pm. Just enough time for a run before dinner,I thought to myself. I changed into a black sports bra and my basketball shorts. Throwing my hair in a quick ponytail, I grabbed my iPod and headed towards my brother's room.

"Hey Josh, wanna go runn-wait, why are you getting dressed up? Do we have people coming over for dinner already? Crap," I rambled to myself changing the question midsentence when I saw him fixing the color of his polo shirt.

"Nope, I have a date," he replied, smiling a bit smugly.

"Wow that was quick. Who? When? Where?" I asked curiously plopping myself down on his bed.

"I met her at the store. I'm picking her up in 20 minutes to go to a local restaurant. And I forgot her name," he laughed as I rolled my eyes at the last part.

My brother never had a girlfriend for longer than a month. Unless he dated her for a week then he never really remembered her name. He blamed it on having a bad memory, but I blamed and jokingly teased him about being a man whore.

Josh should've been a junior in college, but instead he started working for my dad. Since he has been moving up the company ladder, college isn't needed, in his opinion. Thankfully, since we just moved, he was on vacation, so he was helping my Mom and I unpack and get settled. If it wasn't for him I doubt we could've gotten all the heavy items where they needed to be without hiring movers.

Technically, neither my brother nor I would ever have to work from the amount of money that my dad has made. Knowing that we would grow up with an abundant amount money, our parents made sure that we never took anything for granted.

But anyways, back to my brother and the explanation to my eye roll. Back home in Cleveland all the girls loved my brother, even my friends. Some girls would even try to become my friends to possibly increase their chances of dating him. The nice thing about living there was that he had a lot of willing girls to pick from.

Contrary to popular belief he wasn't a complete man whore since he admitted to me to only sleeping with the ones that lasted for almost a month. As much as I hated to hear about my brother's love life, it made me a feel a bit better knowing that I didn't have as high of a probability to becoming an aunt soon as I thought.

Though he could sleep with girls, he always told me to wait until I was married, such a big brother. But now that we live in this small reservation called La Push, he'll have to pace himself with the girls.

"By the looks of it you're looking to pick up some guys," he joked as I threw a pillow at him. He caught it easily enough, unfortunately. "Sorry, it's just a joke Nikki," he held his hands up surrendering, tossing the pillow to the side. Josh is the only person that calls me Nikki, because he wanted my parents to name me Nicole. They didn't want to do that, so they appeased him by making it my middle name.

"Josh, I know, but still…" I trailed off annoyed. He should know better than anyone. I shouldn't have to remind him.

"Alison," he said walking towards me. I look up at him knowing that rare serious tone in his voice.. "I'm sorry. I really am. I know you're still getting over it. But sooner or later you're going to have to let it go. I hate how much it controls you and how hurt you still are, but it's been six months. And we even moved here to La Push so that you could have a fresh start and none of us would have to worry about it."

"I know, but the fact that I made the family move doesn't help," I looked down twirling the iPod in my hands.

"Alison, we moved for your safety. We know you would've gladly done the same for any of us." He argued trying to reason with me.

"I know, but I could've prevented this if I just-" he covered my mouth not letting me finish. He pulled me into a tight bear hug, successfully squeezing all the air out of my lungs. After a couple seconds, he released me putting his hands firmly on my shoulders.

"I'm saying this with love. Shut up and go for a run," he smiled and I gave him a weak smile back loving how Josh could be loving one second and a typical guy the next.

"Thanks," I replied giving him a quick hug.

"No problem, but seriously, go so I'm not late for my date," he released my grip and pushed me towards the door.

"Nice to know you haven't changed," I yelled over my shoulder as I left his room.

I closed the front door and turned my running music on. I ran to clear my head and made it to First Beach just as the sun was starting to move from overhead and towards the horizon. I looked to see which way was longer and decided to run along the path towards the cliffs. So I blasted my iPod as I ran along the path.

After a bit I noticed I was starting to get closer to the cliffs and began to see the tree line, and I had to turn around soon. As I got closer I saw that there wasn't anyone here, so I decided to play my "Rocky song".

Taking one more glance around the beach I saw that it was basically empty. The best thing about no one being around was that I was able to run with my eyes closed since I wouldn't run into anyone and I could sing aloud. It might not have been the safest thing, but being able to close my eyes gave me a sense a freedom to escape into the music and just let my feelings course through me.

After all you put me through
You'd think I'd despise you
But in the end I wanna thank you
'Cause you made me that much stronger

Well I, thought I knew you
Thinking, that you were true
Guess I, I couldn't trust
Called your bluff, time is up
'Cause I've had enough
You were, there by my side
Always, down for the ride
But your, joy ride just came down in flames
'Cause your greed sold me out of shame, mmhmm

As the song started I felt my energy level increase as my hands forming into fists and my adrenalin started pumping as I thought about all the shit that happened.

After all of the stealing and cheating
You probably think that I hold resentment for you
But, uh uh, oh no, you're wrong
'Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do
I wouldn't know just how capable I am to pull through
So I wanna say thank you, cause it...

Makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
It makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
Makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter

By now I was full on singing while jabbing punches into the air at my imaginary enemy. A small smile started to form on my lips as I imagined his cries of pain with every hit. All the while I kept running.

I am a fighter and I
I ain't goin' stop
There is no turning back
I've had enough

Thought I would forget
But I, I remember
I'll remember, I'll remember

I knew I had to be getting closer to the tree line that surrounded the base of the cliffs. But I didn't want to open my eyes and be taken away from my imaginary world, where nothing could hurt me now or ever again. I started to slow down a bit so I wouldn't hit a tree, but started throwing more punches with the end of the song.

"So thanks for making me a fighter!" I sang as loud as I could while throwing a powerful right hook. "Ugh!" I groaned right as I punched and effectively ran into a tree at the same time.

Thanks for reading. Until next time, be safe and happy.

~fighter419