Author's Note:

Even though this story has an obvious religious theme, above that is a story about personal struggles within relationships.

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The song is "One Girl Revolution" by Superchic(k)

I do not own any of Stephanie Meyer's characters.

Chapter 1 – One Girl Revolution


"It's a big, big house with lots and lots of room; a big, big table with lots and lots of food; a big, big yard where we can play football; a big, big house; it's my Father's house."

I laughed as I sang along with the kids and did the movements to the Audio Adrenaline song. It was my favorite part of the weekly meetings. After some praise and worship, a game, and a Bible study, we always let loose with fun songs that often had movements to go along with them. The kids enjoyed it, too. Seventh and eighth graders couldn't exactly sit still for a long time, so we always had to do an energetic activity after the study to let them get the energy out.

"Okay!" I grinned as the song finished. "Who wants to lead us out in prayer?" I glanced around the room at all the eager and not-so-eager faces. I always tried to draw out somebody who didn't like to volunteer for the out-loud prayers, especially for the closing prayer. It was usually the shortest one of the meeting and a lot of times, no matter who said it, it would sound the same week to week. At this age, kids are so self-conscious that they think that their prayer would be bad. Honestly, is there truly a heart-felt prayer that is bad?

"Samantha!" The shy girl turned red as she heard me call out her name, so I grinned and nodded to give her some confidence. Samantha bowed her head and the others took the cue to do so as well.

"Lord, we thank you for this evening together and the lesson we learned today. I pray that we have confidence in your gift of grace. Please bless this evening and the rest of the week. In your Son's precious name we pray."

"Amen!" Everybody concluded with a clap of the hands.

"All right! I will see you all later!" I watched as the kids got up to gather their things and said good-bye to my friends and me. Some of the girls always came up to me to give a hug as well.

As the kids left, I walked around the room gathering my things as well. I was hungry and couldn't wait to get home to settle my stomach.

"You know those kids love you."

I jumped at the familiar musical voice of one of my best friends. I turned towards the doorway and exclaimed, "Edward!"

"Scared you, didn't I?" he winked.

"Yeah, but don't get too full of yourself. I'll get back at you someday."

"You always say that and you never manage to scare me. I'm too aware of my surroundings," he smirked.

"Yeah, yeah." I rolled my eyes. "What's up?"

"Jasper, Emmett, and Rose are coming over to our place for some pizza and a movie. We wondered if you wanted to come with." By "our" place he meant his and his sister, Alice's house.

Mmm. Pizza. "Sure. I was just thinking about going home to dinner anyway."

"Yeah, we'll have none of that," Edward replied, throwing an arm around my shoulders as we headed to our cars. "Why go home to an empty apartment when you can spend some time with friends?"

I shook my head, "I don't really mind living alone, you know that." I truly didn't. I was barely home anyway. I spent my days at the church working on youth ministry and many days I either went out with my friends for some shopping or a movie. Other days, the days when I have youth meetings in the evening, I am so exhausted I barely know I'm living alone before collapsing on my bed and falling asleep. "Besides, Alice is moving out in a couple of months anyway. You remember, right? She's getting married."

"How could I forget? There are bridal magazines, fabric swatches, sample invitations, and who knows what else lying around everywhere. Not to mention all the phone calls she has where she ends up squealing in excitement."

I laughed. That was just like Alice. She was such a ball of energy, and it seemed like she never even slept. Now that she has the wedding to plan for, she was in over-drive. I couldn't really blame her. She has one wedding in her life and she wanted to make it special. When she wasn't at work at the spa where she cut and styled hair, she put all her creativity and energy into her Big Day.

"Well, I'll race you to my place," Edward grinned as we reached our cars and he opened his Volvo.

"Oh yeah. Race you," I rolled my eyes again at him. By "racing" he meant he would speed back to his place while I went a modest five over the speed limit.

I got into my Jeep and immediately plugged my ipod into the radio and pressed shuffle. As my friends knew, my ipod went everywhere with me. I lived on music, and not just one type. I loved everything from classical to country to classic rock to Christian contemporary and rock. I was always musical. At the age of five, I started piano lessons. At ten, I started guitar, and at thirteen my choir director at church noticed my voice.

I laughed again as one of my favorite Superchick songs blared on my speakers. I immediately started singing along.

I wear a disguise
I'm just your average jane
The super doesn't stand for model
But that doesn't mean I'm plain
If all you see is how I look
You miss the superchick within
And I christen you titanic underestimate and swim
I've got the rifle gonna be myself

I laughed because this was the song that was playing when I first met Edward. It was two years ago and I had just been hired by his father, Pastor Carlisle, and the elders of the church to be the next youth minister. Edward was visiting his father when he heard the blaring music coming from my office.

I'll be everything that I want to be
I am confidence in insecurity
I am a voice yet waiting to be heard
I'll shoot the shot, bang, that you hear round the world

And I'm a one girl revolution

I must have been a sight, dancing around the office singing at the top of my lungs. To add to the picture, I actually had my electric guitar hanging from my neck.

Some people see the revolution but most only see the girl
I can lose my hard earned freedom if my fear defines my world
I declare my independence from the critics and their stones
I can find my revolution I can learn to stand alone...


I heard a masculine voice coming from my doorway. I automatically stopped what I was doing to turn around to see the most gorgeous man staring at me with a smirk on his face. I immediately felt all my blood rise to my face.


I wasn't exactly the most eloquent when speaking to strangers.

"Hi," he gave a crooked smile. "I am guessing you are Bella."

I nodded and took a step closer to the bronze-haired man and offered him my hand. "Yes I am. And you are…?"

"Edward Cullen. Carlisle's son."

I'll be everything that I want to be
I am confidence in insecurity
I am a voice yet waiting to be heard
I'll shoot the shot, bang, that you hear round the world

That was the day I got acquainted with the first of the Cullen triplets. I couldn't believe it when I found out that Edward was part of a trio. Carlisle's wife, Esme, although having the soft curves of a woman, is also very slight. I couldn't imagine her small body carrying three babies at a time.

As time passed, Edward and I became good friends. He had helped with the youth ministry in years past, and he was a good teacher the first couple of months. I appreciated all that he did for me. He worked 12-hour shifts at a hospital as a pediatrician, and often, he would come directly to the church to help me, even though he was exhausted.

I did get over my lack of eloquence around him in no time at all. Our friendly bond grew stronger than any attraction I might have held for him.

If people went solely on appearances, they would never believe that Edward and I could be friends. He was what I like to call a "pretty boy." He was always dressed in trousers and a polo or a button-up shirt. On the rare occasions that he wore jeans, they were designer jeans that Alice picked out.

Then there was me. Alice considered me a fashion disaster. The only thing she liked about my style was my hair, and that's only because I let her style it into the short, spiky style that it is now. Oh… she also liked my trendy black thick-framed glasses that I always wore.

It was the rest of me that she disliked. She called it my signature style, though. By that I mean my wide leg jeans that were often frayed on the bottom with my converses peeking out from the hem. Then there was the studded belt I always wore. Alice was all right with that, but she couldn't understand how the only change I made in my day-to-day style was which t-shirt I decided to wear. As far as the t-shirts go, she was glad that I at least wore fitted shirts and didn't go around in baggy jeans and shirts.

Hey, in my defense, sometimes I wore a button-up blouse. It kind of changed how I looked.

If people couldn't believe that Edward and I were friends, they probably could hardly believe that Edward and his siblings were 29-year-old triplets, or siblings for that matter. It's as if each child received a completely different strand of DNA.

Edward was tall, over six feet, with bronze hair that always looked perfectly messy and green eyes. He was lean, but very strong. Emmett, his brother, was a good four inches taller than Edward with brown curly hair and hazel eyes. He was huge as well. I wouldn't want to witness anybody getting in his way.

Emmett was a physical education teacher at an elementary school where he met his now-wife, Rosalie. They have been married for just over a year.

Where Emmett and Edward were tall, Alice topped the cake at being short. Under five feet, she was pixie-like in the way she moved. Like me, she had black hair cut into a style that flared out at the ends. At least she had green eyes like Edward.

Alice was engaged to Jasper. They met a year ago when he came in to get his hair trimmed. They clicked immediately and began dating later that week. Jasper is the store manager to a family-owned department store. Thus, Alice was able to plan the wedding of her dreams without money being an issue.

The siblings were inseparable. They were each other's best friends, and it still amazed me that I finagled my way into their group. It wasn't as if they were closed-off. They all had friends outside of their family, but when they accepted me, they accepted me as if I were family. Alice said that we all were just meant to be together.

Even their parents accepted me as just one of the family. My parents were in two different states across the continent from me, and Carlisle and Esme just took me under their wings to be my adoptive parents when my own couldn't always be there for me.

It was their acceptance and love that made living in Forks, Washington so tolerable. Otherwise, I would have been lost in the rainy town I now called home. I was so home-sick for Arizona when I arrived in Forks, but somehow I knew when I was offered the job, it was where God wanted me. The leap of faith I took along with my new friends gave me a new prospective on life; what we want isn't always what we need.

For what must have been the hundredth time that night, I grinned as I got out of my car to join the rest of my "family" in Edward's and Alice's house.

And I'm a one girl revolution