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I'll Always Be With You

Chapter 1: New Start

"So Bells, what do you think?"

We had just arrived at our new home in Chicago. My dad, Charlie, and I moved from the small town of Forks, WA. I moved to Forks just six months ago to give my mom, Renee, and her new husband, Phil, some high quality time together without me getting in the way. It's kind of complicated, I guess, but I decided that it was time for a change—so why not go live with Charlie? And Forks was a very interesting place to live, if you like perpetually cloudy skies and buckets of rain. The only mild compensation was meeting my two best friends Jacob Black and Alice Cullen. After the initial hoopla that traditionally surrounds a new student's arrival wore off, I wasn't left with many friends. But they proved themselves to be very loyal and sweet people that I could trust. I was going to miss them. Just after the school year ended in June, Charlie heard about a job opening as the Chicago police chief. After traveling to Chicago for an interview, he was offered the job. It was, as they say, an offer he couldn't refuse.

And that brings us to the present. I'm going to be starting my senior year of high school in one month. Charlie wanted to leave me some time to get assimilated into the environment. Otherwise, he would have spent more time trying to wrap things up in Forks. But here we are.

"It's pretty cool, dad. I like the, um, chandelier in the living room."

Charlie just laughed. "Well, wait 'till you see your room. It's much bigger than your old one."

"Great," I said sarcastically. "Because you know I really need a lot of space for my things."

In truth, I didn't really have a ton of belongings. I was neither a packrat, nor a fashionista with lots of clothes. So a huge room wasn't a necessity for me. But my large room wasn't the only thing to get used to about the house. Walking through the front door was like walking into another world. Our new house was located in one of the oldest parts of town. It was built in the late 19th century. But its age certainly didn't make itself obvious. The house was perfectly preserved and with the exception of some cobwebs, it looked like it was just built yesterday. The living room and dining room were very spacious, complete with fireplaces and crystal chandeliers. In the corner of the living room was a covered up grand piano. I noticed that there was a thick coating of dust on top of the piano cover. So the piano must not have been touched in years. Interesting.

"Hey dad, I'm going to go and get my room settled."

"Okay Bells. It's up the stairs and at the end of the hall on the right. I'll order us a pizza while you unpack. You deserve a break from the cooking."

"Thanks, dad," I said as I headed upstairs.

As silly as it sounds, I wasn't exactly sure what to expect when I got to my room, except for the fact that it was going to be big. But when I thought about it, seeing as how the house was one big elaborate time warp, my room was probably no different. I was cringing as I put my hand on the doorknob. However, when I walked through the door, I was pleasantly surprised. It was a big room, but nothing too huge. The walls were a nice forest green color. The windows in my room were framed with long, off white lace curtains. Though I usually think lace is a little tacky, I liked it. It suited the house. Thankfully, there were no chandeliers in this room. As I started to unpack my things, my mind began to wander. I realized that this house wasn't really half bad. But at the same time, though I couldn't put my finger on the source, I felt the strangest sensation—and it was unnerving. I had the feeling that I wasn't alone.

Hey everyone! So this is my first fanfic, and I'm so excited for it! I know this chapter's a little short, but they'll get longer, I promise! I decided to start writing fanfics about a month ago. As silly as it sounds, I got the inspiration for this fanfic from watching one of those "Ghost Hunters" shows or something. Though my story might sound a bit like that movie, "Casper" (with the whole dad and his daughter moving to a haunted house thing), I swear—I did not get my inspiration from that! I just really like the whole paranormal thing. That, combined with "Twilight" equals an awesome and very interesting plot. I've actually written the first five chapters and have started on the sixth. Once I get an idea, I just keep on going…what can I say? I'll probably release each chapter once a week…I'm thinking Thursdays. I may even put out a second chapter per week if I feel like I'm on a roll. That second day would probably be Sundays. Anyways, please read and review. Thanks for giving my story a chance!