Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns all....

This chapter is dedicated to my beta Taylor for all her patience when it comes to my ridiculous grammer ha ha lol

So this is my new story. The first chapter if kinda long 'cause it's an introduction type thingy.

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Chapter 1

As I sat in Forks airport waiting for my flight home -delayed as usual- I replayed the last two months of my life in my head. I had turned seventeen this summer, which was a plus. I would soon be a senior; another plus, but spending an entire two months with my father, not so much.

Don't get me wrong, I do love my Dad. I just don't really know him that well. My parents had split up when I was only ten years old. My Mom and I had left Forks, and, I guess he just never followed. It wasn't a bitter or messy separation, which some kids get dragged into, and I was grateful for that.

So this is how it's always been since then: school term with my Mom, and summers with my Dad. However, because of this, the Father-Daughter bond was somewhat weak, and summer is as it always is; forced and awkward.

Neither of my parents had re-married, and when I was younger, I used to think we would be a little happy family again. As I grew up, I got over that idea and realized that they were much happier apart, than they were together. I learned to accept that, that was just the way our family worked.

Thinking about my Mom made me even more anxious to get home. I couldn't sit still in my seat. I just really wanted to be in my bedroom right now, not my Forks bedroom that hasn't changed much since I was ten, but my real bedroom. I plugged in my I-pod to distract myself, and prevent the feelings of nostalgia taking over. The music relaxed me a little, and I pulled my legs up and rested my chin on my knees.

People-watching in the airport is fun. There is always the group of people who are utterly confused, looking for their gate, not realizing that they're standing right in front of it. Or the guy in the suit and tie, pushing his way through the crowd with a look of pure stress on his face. Or the loud group of people who've had a little too much to drink at the bar. I let out a little laugh as the people finally realized the gate was closer than they thought. The Playlist drifted to an end, and I heard my boarding call - finally.

I grabbed my bags, checked my ticket, and boarded the plane. I sighed. Another step closer to home, I thought to myself. I was glad I got a window seat; I loved looking out at the sky, and being among the clouds, I just felt free.

It was a long flight to Chicago, and all I really wanted to do was relax, but as the seat next to me was claimed, I knew that would be impossible.

"Hi yah!" the round women next to me said, as she took her seat.

"Hi," I mumbled back, hoping she would get the impression that I really didn't want to talk.

Apparently not.

"I'm Gracie," she said. I noticed she had a thick southern accent. She obviously wasn't from Forks.

"What's your name honey?" she asked.

"Bella," I replied curtly.

"Bella!" she repeated, "well that name is just darlin'"

I closed my eyes then, resting my head on the chair, hoping to signal the end of our conversation. After a few moments of silence, I sighed in relief. She had finally taken the hint. I kept my eyes closed as the plane got ready for take off.

"Another step closer to home," I mumbled to myself.

I could finally relax, and it felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. As we began to take off, I heard rustling. My eyebrows knit together in a frown, but my eyes remained closed. It was only when the rustling got louder that I opened them. I looked at the woman next to me with the wild, bushy, ginger hair. She was searching frantically through her purse. She noticed my gaze.

"Sorry, darlin', I didn't mean to wake you. It's just, I'm a nervous flyer, and I'm looking for some candy," she said with an edge of panic to her voice.

For some reason, it sounded strange combined with a southern accent. Her cheeks were flushed, and she sighed in relief as she found some butterscotch candy at the bottom of her purse. The rustling had finally ceased.

"You want one, honey?" her voice was calm again.

I declined, and watched the clouds pass us by. It was so peaceful.
Gracie caught my attention one again as I saw her pull photo's from her purse. They were family photos. I groaned internally; no, no, no, no, please no!

She continued on to tell me her life story and family tree - in detail. She was visiting her daughter Maggie, who had just moved to Forks with her husband and kids (only God knows why).

I found out that she lives in Chicago with her husband Arthur, though he couldn't come to Forks because he's sick. But her youngest son, Bobby, is taking care of him while she's away. They didn't always live in Chicago, though; she's originally from the south. (Was she expecting a surprised reaction when she said that?) I just nodded as she prattled on, and on. Then, the photos of the grandchildren made an appearance.

"These are Maggie's kids," she was saying, pointing at the two ginger haired children in the photo. "That's Kyle and Darleen. Aren't they the cutest?" I glanced at the photo and gave her a forced smile.

"Now, I had pictures of Bobby's kids in here somewhere, but I can't find them. Maybe they're in my other purse," she said as she searched through her bag once more.

I hoped they were in her other purse, locked in a box at the bottom of the ocean. I faked disappointment as she came up empty handed.

"Well, I have no pictures for ya, darlin', but I'll tell you about them any ways." I groaned, but she didn't seem to notice as she carried on,

"He's got three kids, two boys and a girl: Randy, Rachel, and Ray…" My eyes rolled back in my head. Kill me! Kill me now!

As she continued to recall Bobby's family thoroughly, I zoned out to the point that I could no longer hear her, just watch her lips move at rapid speed. When I made out my name on her lips, I came crashing back to earth.

"What?" I asked as my eye's refocused on her expectant face.

"I asked how many brothers and sisters you got, honey?" she repeated.

"Oh, umm...none. I'm an only child," I replied.

"Aw, I'm sorry honey." Her face was sympathetic, and she patted my knee lightly as she said, "Maybe someday." I frowned. Why was she sorry? I wasn't.

I finally managed to get some sleep. I didn't know how, or for how long, but it felt only moments that I closed my eyes; I was rudely awakened by the rustling of candy wrappers.

The feeling of relief that washed over my body when the Pilot announced that we would be touching down soon was unbelievable.

"Here we go again, darlin'," Gracie said, as she nudged and began rustling through her purse again, looking for more candy. I had never been so anxious to get off a plane, as I was in that moment. Not only anxious to get home, but also anxious to get away from Gracie before she suggests that we exchange numbers.

I breezed past the airhostess, and nearly ran through the terminal. I would have continued on my sprint if I didn't have to reclaim my luggage.

I spotted my suitcase immediately amongst the other revolving cases. No one had a suitcase like mine. It was big, dark blue, with many faded stickers decorating it in different places, but most of all it was just battered, with straps wrapped securely around it to keep it closed. It had dents and scratches galore. I named her Old Reliable - yes my suitcase is female.

Gracie waved at me as she collected her suitcase. I gave her a small wave, grabbed Old Reliable, and hauled her through the terminal as fast as I could trying to ignore the burning pain in my arm.

When I reached 'Arrivals', I searched for my Mom. God, I hope she got the date and time right this time. My Mother is a complete scatterbrain sometimes – well, actually most of the time. Many of times, she has messed up the date and time of my arrival, even though I had called to remind her. I really didn't want to walk the whole way home. My head whipped around, and as I watched other people embracing their loved ones, and people holding signs with various names, I began to worry.

It was only when I heard the squealing, that I could breath again. I turned toward the high pitched screams and saw my mother running towards me. I couldn't help but smile. She was still squealing as she hugged me tightly, crushing my ribcage. She kissed me on the forehead repeatedly and held me in a death grip.

"Mom!" I said sternly when I was finding hard to breath, and she finally released me.

She hadn't changed a bit. I don't know what kind of changes I was expecting, it had only been two months, but it felt like a lot longer.
She looked just like an older version of me. We both had the same long deep brown hair, which made our fair skin look even fairer. We were that same height, exactly 5ft 4'. The only difference being the lines under her blue, almost grey eyes that showed her age, where as I had inherited my brown eyes from my dad, Charlie.

My Mom is a very eccentric woman, which is reflected in her wardrobe, and fashion sense. She always wears bright colors, and extravagant prints. Like today, she wore a long floral print skirt, and a light green blouse. Something I wouldn't even consider wearing, but somehow, Renee pulled it off.

"Oh, baby, it's so good to see you," she said as she held my face in her hands.

"You too Mom." It really was. I always missed her and all her quirkiness whenever I was away.

"I was very lonely all by myself in that big house, with just my paintbrush to keep me company," she said as she released my face. Did I mention she's an interior decorator?

"Oh no, Mom! What did you do?" Renee was known for her spur of the moment inspirations.

"Nothing… just a few changes around the house," she said fleetingly.
I groaned, and prayed she didn't touch my room.

"Actually, I was just rearranging the furniture in the living room, when Rose called to remind me you were coming home today, not tomorrow," she gestured behind her. It was only then that I noticed there was someone else there. Rosalie Hale, my best friend in the entire world. She was standing a few feet away, obviously just giving me and my mom a 'moment'.

"Rose!" I gasped, and then ran towards her and threw my arms around her. She is much taller than me, so it was weird hugging her after hugging my mom.

Rose and I are complete opposites. She is insanely beautiful. She checked all the boxes: tall, model figure, long blond hair, and light blue eyes that makes her very popular at our high school. I didn't see her that way though. Of course I know she is beautiful, but to me she is just my best friend, Rose. We've been best friends since third grade. We've done everything together. What I love about her is the fact that, even though her popularity soared in high school, she never changed. She still hung around with her nobody invisible, Bella.

"Finally, you're home! I've been going crazy all summer," she said releasing me.

"Oh, yeah sure! So much shopping, so little time," I replied, and she playfully elbowed me in the ribs. We both laughed.

"I missed you tons, Bell, it's no fun without you here," she said giving me a squeeze and a smile. Then she lowered her voice, "But don't tell Emmett I said that."

"I missed you too, Rose, and don't worry, your secret is safe with me," I replied giving her a wink.

"Actually, I don't know who's happier you're home, me or Emmett," Rose said suddenly. I raised an eyebrow. "He has been my stand in Bella all summer."

"Poor Em." I let out a little laugh at the thought.

"Oh, he loved every minute of it," Rose said waving her hand and giggling.

After our 'best friends being reunited moment', my mom appeared with my luggage.

"You girls ready to go home?" she asked.

"Yes," I said in a longwinded sigh. Ready was an understatement.

"Let's go," Rose said, as she settled her oversized designer glasses that took up most of her face, back over her eyes.

"You look like the fly Rose," I giggled. She turned towards me.

"Whatever, Bella, they're Prada!" she said linking my arm.

"That means nothing to me, Rose," I replied.

"I know, and that's why I love you, Bella." We both laughed. It was good to be home. I thought as we headed for the exit.

After a few minutes of walking, something dawned on me, and I stopped dead in my tracks.

"Umm...Mom, Where's my suitcase?" I asked. She had been standing right next to it moments ago. I watched as the question sank, and she looked around her feet, as if it had run away like a disobedient dog. I looked back and saw Old Reliable standing idly, exactly where Renee had left it.

"Oh," she said, as she ran off to retrieve it. Rose and I shared a glance, and we both burst out laughing. I shook my head. My mom certainly was one of a kind. She soon came back, lugging Old Reliable behind her.

"Sorry, honey, I was just so excited, I forgot," she said, a little out of breath from hauling the case. I took it from her, and we began trekking towards the exit again. One more step closer to home.

I threw my case into the trunk of Roses' BMW. I was glad she drove and not Renee. If my mom had driven, we would still be walking around the parking lot looking for her car, and then she would spend another twenty minutes looking for her keys, only to realize they were in her pocket the entire time. Yep, she's definitely one of a kind.

I sat in front with Rose, while my mom sat in the back. Soon we were on the road, headed for home. Rose and my mom began to fill me in on all the things I'd missed over the summer. That didn't take up much time.

"The Brandon place was finally sold," Renee was saying. The Brandon property had been for sale for years. I didn't think anyone would ever buy it, but I guess I was wrong.

"Really? Wow!"

"It's probably some old retired couple who decided to move into a massive house to die," Rose said with a shrug. I gasped.

"Rosalie Lillian Hale!" Renee exclaimed.

"What? I'm probably right," she defended, looking back at her in the mirror.

"Yeah, but you don't have to be so blunt about it, Rose, jeez!" I let out a little laugh.

"Fine." She rolled her eyes. "It's probably an elderly couple who have retired and bought a home to spend the rest of their days together in… Better?"

"Much," Renee answered with a smile.

My mom then went on to tell me about the various jobs she had done over the summer, and of course on cue the questions about Charlie began. My answers usually went like this:

"No he has not redecorated the house."
"He didn't mention Sue Clearwater. Why?"
"He hasn't really changed that much at all."
"Same clothes he wears all the time, Mom."
"Yes, he still has the wedding photo on the wall."
"Yes, he did ask how you were."
"Yes, I told him you were very happy."

Rose just smiled at me,the entire duration of the inquisition.

"Did you see Jacob Black over the summer at all?" she asked. Rose gave me a smirk-y smile.

"Yeah, I hung out with his sisters a few times," I answered..

"When are you going to put that boy out of his misery, Bella?" Rose asked. "He's obviously in love with you."

"No he's not! We're just friends Rose," I said through gritted teeth. We had this conversation every time I came home.

"Yeah, yeah, sure, sure. Bella, I know a love struck teenager when I see one," she was saying.

"That was two years ago, Rose. He was only fourteen! I should have left you in Forks!" I snapped. This is when I regret taking her with me two summers ago.

"I'll bet he's all man now!" Rose said wiggling her eyebrows at me, and laughing. My mom had joined in by now.

"Speaking of men," I was desperate to change the subject, "where's Emmett today?" Rose opened her mouth to answer but my mom interrupted.

"He's such a nice boy!" she said, "he helped me move some furniture around during the summer. Such a strapping young boy."

Rose and I broke down laughing. 'Strapping' is one word for it. She finally answered me when we sobered up.

"He's with Jasper." I nodded in conformation "Sometimes I think he's dating my brother instead of me," Rose finished.

"Eww, Rose. Gross mental image," I laughed. "I wonder what Maria would have to say about that." Suddenly Roses' expression changed. Anger flashed across her face.

"Don't ever mention that bitch's name around me again!" she hissed.
I was shocked. I saw Renee open her mouth to say something, probably to scold Rose about swearing, but once she took in her murderous expression, she thought better of it.

"But... but...what?" was all I could manage to say.

"Jasper and Maria broke up!" she said coldly. "At the start of the summer…just a few days are you left."

"What? I mean, why?" I was utterly confused now. Jasper and Maria were, like the perfect couple, and nothing seemed …off before I had left.

"Oh God, Bella it was, like the most complicated break up in the history of complicated break ups," she said before talking a deep breath and launching into her story, "Apparently she was cheating on him with some guy named Peter, but this Peter guy already had a girlfriend named Charlotte. Then it turns out Charlotte has been spending a lot of time with her friend Lucy… if you know what I mean."

My eyes grew wider with every sentence, as I took it all in. My mom looked completely lost.

"Oh my, God…that's not even a love triangle… it's a...a..." My complete uselessness when it comes to math was beginning to show. "Poor Jazz," I whispered. I knew he was a sensitive guy..
"Yeah he was a mess, but he's over it now. He's moved on." I highly doubt that.. I thought. "He's better off without her any way. I still want to kick her ass though," Rose continued.

"Well, at least he doesn't have to see her everyday at school," I said with a shrug.

"Yeah, Em said that too." Rose let out a little laugh. "He said it was a good thing she didn't go to our school, or he would have to restrain me all the time." I laughed along with Rose.

"It's funny 'cause it's true," I giggled.

"Hey! Nobody messes with my baby brother!" she said defensively trying to keep a straight face. I rolled my eyes.

"Will you give up the 'baby brother' thing already Rose. You're, like, two minutes older than him."

"A lot can be accomplished in two minutes, Bella," she said with a cheeky smile. I just shook my head and sighed.

The drive felt half as long with all the 'in car entertainment', and when Rose finally pulled up in front of my house, I nearly cried in relief. Home sweet home. I studied the little white house, and made myself really look at it. I hadn't realized I'd missed it so much. I pulled my suitcase from the trunk and waved goodbye to Rose.

"Call me later," she said as she drove off. I started for the front door where my mom was standing looking for her keys.

"Just use the one under the flower pot, Mom," I sighed after a few minutes. When the door finally opened, she blocked my entrance.

"Okay, honey, close your eyes," she ordered.

"Mom I'm not five!" I complained. I really just wanted to go inside.

"Close them.. I want it to be a surprise," she said, the excitement in her voice showing.

"Fine," I agreed closing my eyes, and I let her guide me inside.

"Okay. Now Open," she all, but shouted. I opened my eyes. Everything was different. Beautiful, but different. It was completely foreign to me, but still felt like home. It smelled like home… and paint.

"Wow Mom!" I said, as I took it all in. All the colors, tones and, furnishings that just screamed 'Renee'.. It was amazing; every room was different, but somehow tied in with the next.

"I know, right?" she squealed. "Now for your room!" she bounced up the stairs. My stomach did little flips as I followed her, hauling my suitcase with me. Please don't be pink, please don't be pink. I chanted to myself like a mantra. I closed my eyes, without orders this time, as she opened the door. I cracked one eye open and sighed in relief when I took in the color. It was amazing!

The color on the walls was a deep purple, and there were some dark blue mixed into it as well. The purple and blue theme was seen all around the room. The bedspread, the curtains, even the rug. Renee had even put everything back into their original places before I had left. The CD player, the pictures, the desk, the laptop, the overflowing book shelf, and the stack of CDs were all back in place. The bed was made, which was a rare sight. The wardrobe was bare, with most of my clothes still packed in my suitcase.

"Well, what do you think?" Mom asked. I had almost forgotten she was standing right beside me.

"It's great Mom, really great!" I said, sitting on my bed. My body automatically relaxed, and a full wave of exhaustion rippled over me.

"Would you like me to fix you something to eat, honey?" she asked

"No, I think I'll take a nap, Mom, I'm pretty beat," I answered. My eyelids felt heavy.

"Okay, Bell, I'll let you sleep," she said, kissing my forehead, and closing the door.

I quickly changed into my pajamas, and threw myself onto my bed. I drifted to sleep in no time at all.


I was in an amazing dream. The school had burnt down, and Principal Turner had just announced that it would be summer forever, and math was officially terminated.

Ah…I sighed.

Then I heard my name being called. My head whips around. The sound is far away, but it's getting louder and louder. Who would want to leave this place? Who would want to take me from this wonderful dream? No, no I won't go. I want to stay. You can't make me. The voice was getting louder and angrier.

"Ouch!" I howled as I sat bolt upright in bed, rubbing my face. My eyes took a moment to focus on the figure in front of me. "Rose, what the hell?"

"What? You didn't answer the fifth time, and that's when I resort to slapping. You're lucky you woke up, 'cause water comes next," she said waving a water bottle in my face. "Plus, you were dreaming about Mr. Turner, and that's just gross."

"I wasn't I was just..." I just trailed off what's was the point? I rubbed my eyes, they were thick with sleep. "I thought you were meeting Emmett, anyways," I mumbled a little annoyed.

"That was, like, two days ago, Bella!" she snorted. "You totally sleep like a dead person."

"What? How long have I been asleep?" I asked glancing around the room

"For, like, a week! Any way you're awake now, so get up and get dressed. We're going out," Rose said, as she ripped the comforter from my bed.

"Where are we going?" I asked, as I swung my legs over the bed.

"Shopping!" she said enthusiastically, clapping her hands. I quickly climbed back into bed, and pulled the blanket over my head, tightly around me.

"Actually, you know what, Rose? I think I'm still asleep," I called from my hiding place.

"Do not make me use this water, Bella," she said in a stern voice. I knew she wasn't bluffing.

"Fine," I huffed, as I got out of bed, grabbed my toiletries, and headed for the bathroom.

"School starts in a few days, Bells, and we don't want you wearing last season's clothes," Rose called after me.

"No, Rose, You don't want me in last season's clothes. I on the other hand couldn't care less!" I said before I closed the bathroom door. I could hear her laughing as the shower started.

Rose dragged me around the mall. She was shoving me into dressing rooms, and throwing various articles of clothing over the doors, at me. She only picked things I would wear, which I was grateful for. No mini skirts, no pink, no dresses nothing too…not me.. I was a jeans girl.
After hours of shopping, Rose headed for the salon, and I headed to the book store.

"Meet you outside in an hour," Rose called as she walked off. "I mean it, Bella. An hour! Not half a book later."

"Okay, okay, Rose, that was, like, one time," I called after her.
Once in the bookstore, I grabbed a few classics, took a seat on the comfy couch, and then I totally lost track of time.

I looked at the big clock on the wall. "Oh crap!" I said, jumping up off the sofa, but I bumped into someone and fell back down again. Rose stood over me, with flowing waves of blond hair, and perfectly manicured nails. Uh oh!

"How did I know I'd find you in this little corner?" she said through gritted teeth.

"Sorry, Rose, I lost track of time." I pointed at my wrist and shrugged.
She turned towards the clock on the wall next to us.

"Oh look, it's a big gigantic clock!" she said, sarcastically faking surprise.

"Sorry," I muttered.

She extended her hand, and pulled me up from the couch. I bought one of the books, while Rose flicked through the magazines. Her cell phone rang loudly.

"I'm bringing sexy Back… yeah!"

As she pulled it from her purse, somebody shushed her.

"Oh chill out. It's not a freaking library!" she retorted before she answered, and exited the shop. I soon joined her outside, as she closed her cell phone with her chin.

"What's up? I asked, gesturing towards the phone.

"Emmett," she sighed, "he killed the jeep… again!" I laughed at her expression. "C'mon" she said, as she linked my arm and headed for the parking lot.

When we reached the car, we threw our bags in the trunk, and headed to the McCarty residence. Emmett's family was fairly wealthy, and their house was a hell of a lot bigger than mine. I wouldn't trade my little house for anything. I thought to myself as we pulled up the drive way.

The garage door was open, and you could easily make out the figures of Emmett and Jasper. Emmett was tall and burly, with curly brown hair; whereas, Jasper was slightly taller, leaner with longish blond hair that hung in his eyes.

Emmett came rushing out of the garage, and gathered me in a bear hug before I was fully out of the car. I fell back from the impact.

"Glad you're home, Bells," he boomed, with a big smile.

"Me too," I sighed. Jasper soon joined us. He didn't come rushing towards me like Emmett had. That just wouldn't be Jasper.

"Hey, Bella, welcome home," he said with a wry smile, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Thanks Jazz," I replied looking up at him. His smile didn't touch his eyes.
As this exchange was happening, Rose and Em were proving just how okay they were, with PDA.

"Ew, dude, that's my sister! Please don't give me grounds for thirty years of therapy," Jasper exclaimed, turning away in disgust. Em and Rose didn't even flinch.

I chuckled softly, mirroring his actions of turning away, and followed him into the garage. He leaned against the work bench, and I jumped up to sit next to him. I still only reached his shoulder.

"So…," I began awkwardly, and immediately wished I had thought this through before blurting it out.

"Just say it, Bella," Jasper said, as he looked at me sideways through his honey blond hair. I gulped before I spoke.

"I'm so sorry, Jazz… about the whole Maria thing… I…I… and I'm sorry I wasn't here." I whispered the last part.

"Thanks Bell," he replied, "you really didn't miss much anyways….. Just a lot of moping!" he joked. I couldn't laugh, so I just studied his expression. "Really, Bella, I'm fine now. Well, maybe not fine, but better…than I was."

"Well I'm here now, Jazz, if you ever want to talk, or um… anything". He smiled.

"This is weird. We're beginning to sound like an episode of Dr. Phil," he said, and I had to laugh now. I rested my head on his shoulder.

"You watch Dr. Phil, Jazz?" I asked, amused.

"Only when I'm waiting for something manly to come on," he said, deepening his voice. "And then I grab my axe, and chop wood, go hunting, and do other manly things." I was shaking with laughter now, as Jasper did impersonations of Emmett hunting, and chopping down a tree. The tears began to stream down my face.

"Jasper, man, what are you doing?" I jumped as Emmett's booming voice entered the garage. Jasper just shrugged, and grinned widely at him.

Rosalie just rolled her eyes, and shook her head. "Sometimes I can't believe we're related," she muttered before approaching the jeep to work her magic.

I knew absolutely nothing about cars, so I stayed in my spot on the bench. I had totaled the truck Charlie had bought for me in Forks. So I decided to stay off the road for a while. Plus, I think Rose feels a lot better when she's the one behind the wheel. Jasper hung back with me, and left Rose and Emmett to bicker amongst themselves under the hood.

"So, Bells, you all set for school?" he asked. I groaned. The 'S' word!

"In terms of wardrobe, I am overly prepared, thanks to your sister, but mentally, I would have to say no," I answered, as my expression turned grim.. I heard him chuckle.

"Last few days of freedom, Bells… better make them count," he said, nudging my shoulder.

"Or we could make great plans, and never actually see them through, and end up in Tony's diner like we always do," I replied.

"Jeez, Bella, you don't have to be so realistic about it," he said, nudging me again, and almost knocking me off the bench. I caught myself just in time.. Thank god for that. Emmett would never let me live it down.

It was getting late now. The sun had disappeared, and the sky had darkened. Rose and Emmett were still bickering like an old married couple, but when my stomach growled noisily, everyone stopped.
I blushed, and looked down at my stomach. Emmett took one look at me, and broke down laughing.

"Bella, sounds like you haven't been fed in a week!" he laughed.

"Wow, Bella, that growl was fierce. I'm proud of you," Rose winked. I rolled my eyes. Jasper patted my shoulder.

After three attempts, Emmett finally got the jeep to start, and with the help of Rosalie, it stayed running without filling the garage with smoke.

So here we sat, in Tony's diner, just as I predicted. We ordered our usual. All the staff knew us by name, plus, one waitress had a big thing for Jasper. We always teased him about it. He always got more ice cream than the rest of us. She wasn't working tonight, much to Emmett's disappointment. He loved to embarrass Jazz.

Jasper had just dared Emmett to drink his milkshake in all one gulp, causing a major case of brain freeze for Em, and a major eruption of laughter from the rest of us.

When Rose and Em got all love-y, dove-y, and the PDA returned, we decided to call it a night. Well, actually Jasper and I decided to call it a night, Rose and Emmett just followed absentmindedly. Rose dropped me home, and I pulled my bags from the trunk.

"See you tomorrow Bella," she called "Last few days of freedom!" And then she was gone. I just shook my head and unlocked the door.

"Mom?" I called, as I walked to the kitchen, putting my bags on the table.

"In here," she answered. Her voice sounded weird. I presumed 'in here' meant the living room. When I walked in I saw my Mom curled up on the sofa, with red puffy eyes. She had been crying.

"Mom? Mom what's wrong?" I asked with concern, as I rushed to her side. She was holding a tissue.

"It's just so sad!" she sniffled, as she gestured towards the TV. "All those baby seals, and penguins." I rolled my eyes.

"Mom, you seriously have to stop watching these documentaries. Stay away from the discovery channel, okay?" She nodded and sniffled again. "Aw, Mom!" I sighed as I sat beside her, and wrapped my arms around her shoulders. I flicked the channel to some mindless sitcom, and soon she had forgotten all about the endangered seals, and penguins.

"I'm going to head up stairs, Mom," I said.. She nodded her head, not even turning away from the screen. Looks like the mindless sitcom had drawn her in.

I chuckled as I made my way up the stairs. Once inside my room, I dropped my bags, and leaned against the door. After my nightly routine, I stood in the middle of my room with wet hair, in my pajamas, plugging in my I-pod. I made my way to my desk, and turned on my laptop.
Only two people in the whole world knew I wanted to become an author. My Mother and Rosalie. My Dad wants me to be a lawyer. Pft, no thanks.

I had written some short stories when I was a kid, and as I grew up, whenever something happened to upset me, or had some kind of affect on me, I always found myself writing about it. It was just instinct. I really loved to write, to express myself by putting words on the page. I had written some fictional short stories, and some period drama stories.

English has always been my favorite subject. However, something was just off every time I wrote. I wanted to write about love, adventure, tragedy, suspense, drama, horror… but nothing exciting has ever happened to me. No great loss, no great tragedy, no great adventure, no great love… just me. My lack of experience frustrated me sometimes, but then again, I am only seventeen years old. My Mom always tells me to write from the heart.

I stared at the blank screen in front of me; my fingers froze above the keys. Nothing happened. I sighed in frustration, and snapped the laptop shut. Usually when I was in one of these moods, writing about it would calm me down, but now I was suffering from a severe case of writers block.

Rose always said you couldn't force it, when she recognized the mood I was in. You can't seek it out. When it happens, it happens, and that's just the way it goes. I was surprised how much I responded to Rosalie's advice, but I had a sneaky suspicion she just wanted a character named after her.

I swung around on my chair, waiting for my inspiration to hit me like a ton of bricks, but half an hour later still no bricks had fallen, and I decided to go to bed.

"Night Mom," I called down stairs. I heard a muffled good night, and I presumed she had found her way back to the discovery channel.

I crawled into bed with my I-pod. My muscles relaxed, and I drifted to sleep, thinking about the plans we would make tomorrow, but never see through.


The week flew by, just as I predicted it would. Lots of plans were made, exciting plans, but as always, they just faded and fizzled out. Now it was Sunday, and school was starting again tomorrow.

The most exciting thing we had done, was gone to the movies to watch some cheesy horror movie Emmett had picked. Saying that, I might have hidden behind my popcorn a few times. Other than that, it was a wasted week. I sat in front of my laptop, with a blank screen every night, and waited for my inspiration. And waited, and waited, and waited.

So here we sat in Tony's again. While the others were chatting about school tomorrow, my mind was somewhere else. Rose pulled me back to earth.

"So, Bell, have you decided what you're going to wear tomorrow?" she asked excitedly.

"Umm…yeah I'm going to wear my denim mini, with my red halter top, and my knee high boots," I said sarcastically. Rose smirked.

"Aw, Bella, that's what I was going to wear." She pouted, which caused a smile to break out on my face. Emmett seemed to have a far away look on his face.

"You ok there, Em?" Jasper asked, voicing my thoughts.

"Huh…? Oh yeah, sorry, I was gone at 'knee high boots'," he said, with a goofy grin.

"I still can't believe summer is over," Rose mumbled into her diet Coke.

"I can't believe we have to be up before noon tomorrow," Emmett added, and we all laughed. "This summer totally sucked!" The laughter soon stopped. My eyes flashed to Jasper's face, and away, but he caught it, and so did Rose.

"Guy's, you don't have to walk on egg shells around me. I just want to forget about it. Okay?" Jasper said. I just nodded. It was silent for a moment, but trust Emmett to lighten the mood.

"Did someone mention eggs? I'd kill for an omelet right now!" Emmett said, which caused us all to break down laughing.
Being here with them, I realized I had no excuse to be in a bad mood, or to scowl at my laptop every night. If I wanted to write about friendship, I could write a million pages. I had the best friends in the world, and who are you without your friends?

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