Summary: Look out, Forks. Bella Swan is coming to live with her dad. The students at her new school are in for a rude awakening when they find out that Bella is no wallflower. She is brash and sticks up for herself and others. And just wait until Edward Cullen gets a load of her. He just might want to sink his teeth into her.

Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer I'm only playing with it a bit. No copyright infringement intended.

Chapter I: It All Starts with a Bang, or a Thud.

'Wake up!

Grab a brush and put on a little make up.

Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup.

Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?

There you go create another fable.

You wanted to!

Grab a brush and put on a little makeup.

You wanted to!

Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup.

You wanted to'

"What the fuck!" I scream when I hit the floor after falling off the bed like a sack of potatoes. The impact from the fall makes a loud thud that will surely wake my parents up. I am certain they will be annoyed as System of a Down's Chop Suey blares into the tranquility of the wee hours of the morning.

I moan, massaging where I hit my head to relieve the pain after my graceful entry into the new day.

I really should change the song on my alarm clock.

This is not the first time I've fallen off the bed.

I stand up slowly, still a bit disoriented from the fall but completely awake now.

You would think that I would have learned by now and changed the damned alarm tone, but no, I just love to start my day with a bang. The lovely (and comfortable) floor of my bedroom and I go way back. After all the intimate moments we've shared, we've become real close friends.

I would bet my perky badonkadonk-trust me . . . it's perky, that there is an imprint of my face on that floor.

I stand quietly in the dark bedroom, listening to the sounds in the house. All I can hear is the light snoring coming from my parents' bedroom. It must be Phil or Mom; I'm not sure.

The alarm clock is still ringing loudly, disturbing the silence at the crack of dawn, but it doesn't seem to have disturbed them. I quickly shut it off and slump back down on my bed.

Maybe I should crack some fireworks like a drunk hillbilly on the fourth of July, and see if they sleep through that, too, I think to myself, smiling mischievously into the darkness.

I look at the clock only to see that it's 6 in the freaking morning. Just noting the time depresses me. It also reminds me that I have to prepare for my flight today. I am leaving the warmth of sunny Phoenix, Arizona for the bleak cold of Forks, Washington.

As I look around my room, sadness envelopes me. I am leaving my home and going to Forks. I have hated that little town since I was a child.

I shudder as I remember the constant dampness that seeps into everything.

I will miss the sun and the heat which accompanies it. I will miss the warm breeze that swept through my hair as I jogged every morning around our neighborhood. Most of all, I will miss my harebrained mother.

I know that she has Phil to take care of her now, but that doesn't mean I will worry about her any less. She is quite childlike in her demeanor and needs constant care. I hope he is able to keep up with her ever changing hobbies, and reminds her to pay the bills, pick up the dry-cleaning, and all the other responsibilities that I previously held.

Regardless of how worried I am about Renee, with Phil at her side, I know she will be fine. And even though he is younger than she is, Phil takes good care of Renee. What more could a daughter ask for?

Now, you may be wondering why I am traveling to Forks when I despise it as much as I do. I want Renee to be happy and enjoy every minute with her new husband. Phil makes her happy, and I know she wants to spend more time with him, but since he plays minor league baseball, it requires him to travel a lot. So Renee is left behind with me instead of being with him. Therefore, I decided that it was time to visit my dad, Charlie, in Forks.

I get up from my bed and go into my bathroom to take a shower. I turn on the light and stare at myself in the mirror. I may be a bit shy, but I'm confident enough to know that I am pretty. I look like a younger version of Renee, with beautiful chocolate skin tone, long black curly hair, a small flat nose, full pink lips, high cheekbones, and a slender, yet curvy figure.

Some of my classmates have expressed appreciation for my 'exotic' look, but I tell them they are full of shit. When people aren't familiar with something, or are uncomfortable with it, they automatically deem it exotic. I don't tolerate that. If they want to tell me they think I'm pretty, I'll gladly take the compliment, but I hate being called exotic looking.

~E&I~

After taking a shower and getting dressed, I lie on my bed and turn my Ipod on. You Me at Six's Fresh Start Fever comes on. I snort at the obvious irony. I'm trying not to dwell too much on the subject of my sojourn in Forks.

Two years in Forks will be too long for anyone to handle. Neither Forks' nor my sanity will be able to handle it for a longer period of time. As soon as I graduate I'm taking the first mode of transportation I can find out of the godforsaken town. Hell, if I have to I'll skateboard out of there.

"Bella, we have to leave now," I hear Renee call from downstairs and I look out my window to see Phil hauling my luggage out to the trunk of the Jeep.

As we make our way to the airport, I try to catch as much sunlight through the windows as I can. It will be a very long time before I see the sun with any kind of regularity again, so I am trying to absorb as much vitamin D as I can.

Once we reach the airport Renee hugs me tightly, not wanting to let me go. She knows how much I despise Forks. It took some pretty gruelling conversations with both her and Charlie to convince them that I really wanted to go.

"Renee, her flight is in 10 minutes," Phil reminds her gently as she refuses to let me go. She is hesitant, but lets me go with tears streaming down her cheeks. I feel my own eyes tear up at the sight, but decide to remain strong for her.

"Mom, I'm not going to my funeral. I would have dressed more appropriately for that," I tell her cheekily, rolling my eyes. I see a ghost of a smile gracing her lips. A smile which is followed by the irritating eye-roll that I inherited from her.

After saying goodbye to Renee, I hug Phil goodbye, grab my luggage, and board the plane.

My name is Bella Swan, and I'm about to embark on a journey I'm not even sure that I want to take; but it's a chance to make new friends. That or piss off a whole new group of people. What I know for sure is that it is mostly going to suck. I suppose I will just have to suck it up, bury it deep, and move the hell on.