A/N: So I do not own Twilight, that all belongs to Stephaine. I just own this plot.

So forget Twilight, forget everything you know about it because this is my take on what should have happened if she fell for Jasper instead of Edward.

Chapter one – going home

Bella's POV


Even the word send shivers down my spine as I clutched at my stomach while complaining about the fact that they've always had the ability to make me sick at the worst of times, I don't know if it was just me but the thought of being so high in the air made my stomach turn. It was something I dreaded doing every day for the past month since I'd made this choice, but now that the day had arrived I was feeling even sicker than I should have been and that wasn't just because of the plane.

No I was nervous.

I've dreaded today for a number of reasons, one? Well as I pointed out before I hated planes, every time I stepped on one I would instantly feel sick and a strange fear would creep up on me, I didn't trust anything I couldn't understand and if something this heavy could stay in the air? Well let's just say I didn't want to know what it would take to bring it down.

The second reason was something so simple that I should be able to shake it off but instead it would creep up on me again and again.

I was worried about my mum.

She and I had been almost inseparable since she took me away at the age of ten, she was like my best friend and I hers. But the best part about my mum was that she couldn't act her age no matter when the occasion called. That was until she met Phil. Phil was a great guy that I knew could keep my mother safe, he took care of her and treated her the way she deserved. I knew I was leaving her in good hands but I couldn't help but wonder what would happen now I wasn't there.

Now the last reason was probably the biggest reason I was scared to be on this plane right now. I was heading back to the town I was born and the place which I was desperate to leave at such a young age. Yes I was heading back to Forks and it was a decision I wasn't going to take lightly but was proud to make.

I was able to remember the night that my mother packed our things and left my father, taking me with her as she escaped to the other side of the world. It was going to be strange going back to the house I grew up in and to the town I use to know as mine.

To say I hated this place would be an understatement, I loved the sun the beaches and the crunch of gravel as I walked down the street. I was leaving that behind for the future of rain, clouds and grass.

"Ladies and gentlemen we are about to arrive in Port Angeles, the captain has asked that you return to your seats and fasten your seat belt." The flight attendant called through the speakers not needing to tell me twice as I hadn't taken my belt of once, not even to go to the toilet.

Now don't get me wrong there were perks of coming back, well one to be exact.

"Thank you for travelling with Virgin," the attendant smiled as I stumbled of the plane falling into the arms of the reason I was here.

"You haven't changed one bit have you Bells?" he smiled down at me as he helped me back to my feet.

"Nice to see you too dad," I smiled up at him as he pulled me into an awkward hug.

Charlie Swan or dad as I called him was never an emotional guy; he would keep his emotions in check and would never express anything unless it was needed. So this hug was something I wasn't expecting but appreciated anyway.

"How's your mum?" he wondered.

"She's good," I smiled up at him once again as he looped his arm over my shoulders and began to walk me towards another reason I hated this place.

My dad was the good chief of police here in the small town of Forks, which meant that our means of transportation happened to be the cruiser.

Just my luck.

"Could we not have gotten a cab?" I wondered as I ducked my head before stepping into the warm space and out of the rain that was now beginning to beat down on my head.

"Why pay for a cab when we have a working car?" he asked while shaking his head as he slid into the driver's side and began the engine.

"Because I'm already the new girl dad, I don't want to be the new girl who has to ride around with her dad in a police car," I grumbled lowly not knowing if he had heard me, but if he had he didn't let on as he kept his eyes forward and continued driving down the green lanes.

Everything was different here, from the sky to the ground. Even the birds in the sky looked a little confused at the green, they couldn't tell their tree from the ground. I knew how they felt.

"So I enrolled you in school Bell, you'll be starting tomorrow." Charlie broke the silence that had settled over the car.

"Oh, I didn't know Forks high were excepting people this late into the year," I muttered, I knew that I would have to go to school but I didn't know that I would be going to school this early.

"Well they weren't but I pulled a few strings." He sounded a little nervous at the news, something that was strange for Charlie.

"What do you mean?"

"It's not something I want to relive," he shuddered a little at the thought but as I raised an eyebrow I let the subject drop.

I groaned to myself as I began to stare out of the window once more, watching as others watched the car pass. I knew I wasn't going to fit it here, that was an unlikely chance but as I looked around I saw that even though this was one of the cloudiest places on earth both children and adults had tanned skin that would suggest that they may have been on holiday – or used tanning lotion - I on the other hand was the exact opposite; I was so pale that my skin could be classed as transparent.

"Don't look at me like that Bella, they're not bad, plus it isn't far from home, it was the closest I could get you. Plus at least this way you don't have to be the oldest when you join."

I had to admit I did like the sound of not being the oldest kid there and then the oldest to leave, but I still didn't like the fact that I would be the only new kid to join so far into the school year. Everyone knew each other in this small town, Charlie once told me that they were like a close knit family. I was about to step into all that and ruin it in their eyes.

Again I say just my luck.

We stayed silent again then as we passed through the streets of Forks, signs and stores passed and I remembered a time where I use to walk these streets with a small smile on my face, everything had been perfect back then I was blissfully unaware that my family was about to be split right down the middle.

I didn't know how many hours, minutes or seconds had passed all I knew was that we were almost to the house as we turned the corner onto the familiar street.

This street I knew well, it was lined with white house after white house all looking the exact same. Each had a garden that would match the others but right at the end of the street sat a house on its own, the garden a little messier than the others.

"Welcome home Bells," Charlie smiled as he pulled the cruiser into a space right next to a truck which looked too old to belong next to the gleaming car, which made me wonder with a glare.

"If you have this truck then why did we take the cruiser?" I demanded as I stepped closer to it, admiring the sturdy looking machine.

"Because I thought you would want to drive your own car," I stopped my inspection then as I turned to face the now grinning and embarrassed looking Charlie.

"You got me a car?" I said aloud as my hands reached out to hold onto the rusted bed of the Chevy truck.

"I thought you wouldn't want to drive all the way to school with your old man every day," he shrugged as a grin spread across my face. "Do you like it?"

"Dad I love it!" and I did something that surprised the both of us, I ran across the small gap and jumped into his arms, "thank you."

"You're more than welcome Bella," he patted my back lamely.

It felt like hours had passed until I was able to move away from my truck and into the house, Charlie had already taken my bags inside while I tried the steering as well as adjusted the seats, but I had to say if I was honest I would rather sleep outside than in this house, because as soon as I crossed the fresh hold I couldn't help the frown that settled on my lips as I began to remember why we left this house in the first place.

It was so miserable here, everything about this house screamed 'failed marriage,' and looking around I could see that everything was the same as I remembered.

The walls were a faded cream colour which I remember use to be a pearly white colour but had gotten dirty over the years. The cupboards were still the bright yellow that I could still see my mother painting when I closed my eyes.

"You never decorated again?" I asked.

"Didn't have the time," he shrugged as I felt him stand behind me.

"Right," I nodded my head as I began to shuffle my feet towards the stairs and straight up to my room.

I didn't know what to expect to find when I opened my door but the freshly painted blue room certainly wasn't it. I felt my heart swell a little at the thought that Charlie had put into the room, he had added a bed, chest of draws, a lamp as well as desk and computer and I couldn't help but smile as I made my way over to my bags that were placed on my bed and began to unpack the items I had brought with me.


Drip, drip, drip, drip.

It was later that night as I lay in bed that I began to think about what tomorrow would bring.

I was about to be the new girl in a place I hadn't been in just over seven years. I use to go up to the school sometimes with my dad when I was younger – I was so excited to have a daddy that would fight the bad guys and keep the town safe, but I had grown up and the crime had certainly gone down. But it's been a while since I'd been there and tomorrow as I was told I would be starting as a student there not as a little girl sat in the back seat of the car.

Drip, drip, drip, drip.

I turned over in my bed begging sleep to take me as the pitter patter of rain carried on dripping on the roof and the window outside my room, I was unable to sleep as I was use to the silence that night should have brought but I guess it was something I should have to get use too.

Drip, drip, drip, drip.

About one o'clock I was able to drift into a restless sleep.

A/N: So as always I am sorry about any spelling or grammar mistakes but I do happen to be dyslexic and find it hard to do all that, but this does happen to be the first story I was actually proud of.

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