Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. The amazing Stephenie Meyer does!

It has been another quiet and uneventful day here at the Dwyer/Swan residence. I have spent my Friday afternoon reading. All the other normal kids of Phoenix are probably at the school football game. But not me! I am not a peppy, rah, rah, go team, kind of girl. Instead of painting my face with my school's colors and jumping up and down on a set of bleachers I'm at home enjoying my copy of Sense and Sensibility.

Since Phil got signed to a baseball team my mother has been traveling with him, with my approval of course. I couldn't bear to feel responsible for her not being happy so I coaxed her into traveling with him. It has been almost a week since they left and I have been reveling in my independence.

I decided to head outdoors to get my daily dose of Vitamin D. I laid out an old blanket and allowed myself to get comfortable. I continued reading and began to doze off. When I woke up it was dark and I could see the faint appearance of stars in the sky. That was the one thing I disliked about living in the city, you could never enjoy the sight of stars.

I gathered up my blanket and book and went back inside. I decided to answer my stomach's call of hunger and made myself a salad. I wasn't in the mood to cook.

As I was tearing the leaves of lettuce I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My skin was a slight shade of red. I remembered that I didn't put sunscreen on before I went outside. My ivory skin does not, I repeat, does not tan.

I returned to making my salad and went to the fridge to grab a tomato. Wait a minute! I don't need a tomato. I am the tomato, I thought to myself. I began to giggle and was disappointed that there was nobody I could share my little joke with.

I journeyed into my dining room and plopped down into a chair. I didn't realize how hungry I was so I gobbled up the salad quickly.

I was startled by the sound of the phone ringing. I made my way to the phone and I, of course, managed to stub my toe.


"Bella, it's mom. I have some bad news."

"What is it mom?"

"Our flight has been delayed due to the weather and I don't know if we will be able to get a flight any time soon. We might have to wait out the storm for a couple of days.

"Oh no!" I lied. I love my mother but I also loved having the house all to myself.

"Honey, I love you! My phone is break…"

"Mom? Hello?"

I guess she got disconnected. I was happy that I would be by myself for a couple more days. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely adore my mom, but sometimes I just need my space.

The week before she left she wouldn't leave me alone. She has been worried about me lately and I can't blame her. I locked myself in my room for a while not wanting to be disturbed. My only "friend" here in Phoenix had abandoned me because I wasn't what you would call "popular" enough to be her friend anymore. Her friends didn't like me therefore she couldn't like me. It's actually a shame that she can't think for herself. Stupid high school drama, I thought. I am in my junior year of high school and I am friendless. High school is supposed to be the time of your life and I don't have anyone to spend it with. I will admit that I felt depressed. My only friend told me she didn't want to be friends with me anymore. Just thinking about it made me angry. My eyes began to well up.

"No! Bella you are stronger than this!" I said to myself.

I couldn't stop replaying her hurtful words in my head!

"Bella, I just can't be your friend anymore ok! I have to look out for myself! Being your friend is only making things harder for me!"

I couldn't hold my tears back any longer. Tears slowly brimmed over and began rolling down my cheeks leaving a trail. I quickly located a box of tissues in an attempt to stop my tears.

I ran into my bathroom and stared at the person in the mirror. She was pale, her hair was a mess, her eyes were puffy and red and I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. I watched myself as my body shook while I cried. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. All I needed to do was relax.

I wandered into my bedroom and found my way onto my bed. It was a very hard bed and the sheets felt cold but somehow I found comfort in it. I pulled my cool blue sheets over my head and cried myself to sleep.

The Next Day

I slept until 11:00. It was the least I could do for myself after spending most of the night crying. I didn't make a rush of getting out of bed. At around 11:30 I slipped out of bed and wondered to the kitchen like a zombie. I opened the fridge to find that it was close to being empty. There was only some fruit and a gallon of milk. I made a mental note to go grocery shopping later. I grabbed for the milk and placed it on the table.

"Cereal it is!" I declared.

After eating breakfast I decided to amuse myself by watching some mindless TV.

A red, flickering light caught my eye. Somebody had left a message. I rolled across the couch to reach the answering machine and pressed the button.

"Bella, it's mom. Pick up the phone! You're not still sleeping are you? We are still stuck at the airport but I think we will be able to get a flight and be back by Tuesday. I hope you're doing ok. Make sure you call me when you get this message! I love you! Bye."

I suddenly felt so alone. Last nights crying episode made me want my mom to return as quick as possible. I didn't have anyone to lean on and comfort me. I took a deep breath and laid across the couch. I stared blankly at the ceiling. There was only one person I could think of to call.

I snatched up the phone and began dialing. The sound of the phone ringing only made me feel nervous.


"Char…Dad, it's Bella."