A/N: So I'm reallllly bored with my other story and have no idea where it's going. And I loved this idea so I'm running with it. I hope you like it, and I would LOVE LOVE LOVE your feedback!!! Thanks so much! =)

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I adjusted the red plastic gown around my shoulders nervously for the five hundredth time. I felt awkward and hot and sweaty. This was supposed to be one of the greatest days of my life, and I wanted nothing more than for it to be over.

I looked into a sea of faces, flashes drawing my eyes like a moth to a candle. I found my mother and my step-dad in the fifth row, smiling hugely. I wasn't going to kid myself, this wasn't my day…it was Renee's. And she's the only reason that I didn't feign illness and collect my diploma by mail.

My clammy hands played with the certificate resting in them, agitated. It had been hours sitting on the make shift stage, watching all of the popular girls and boys, who were about to be knocked of their pedestal, accept awards for their outstanding achievements.

I'd had a miserable existence at Boulder Creek High School, right outside of Phoenix, Arizona. Perpetually the shy bookworm, I had made zero friends in all the time that I was here. Zero.

I was the epitome of a loner. I knew it killed Renee – the cheerleader. She wanted to see me be popular, to get excited about trips to the mall, and dates with boys. But I found fashion pretentious, and boys a waste of time. I had yet to meet a boy who could speak without looking at my boobs, or without slipping some sort of sexual innuendo into the conversation.

Renee says I'm an old soul. Sometimes I feel like and old woman. But, I am who I am, and if I never find a guy or some good friends, then that's that. At least I'm being true to myself. I laughed to myself. Ah, fuck it, who was I kidding? I was miserable.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you Boulder Creek High School's graduating class of 2009." I heard the principal's voice ring throughout the gym, followed by deafening applause.

Robotically, I switched my tassel, making a mental promise to myself that I wouldn't hang the thing in my rearview mirror.

The class filed out of the gym and outside into the sticky night. I shed the red gown as soon as I was out of the way of everyone.

"Oh my gosh, Bella!" One of the girls from my class ran up to me, "Can you believe we're done? You have to keep in touch! Where are you going to school?"

"I'm not." I mumbled as I detangled myself from her hug and walked away. This was not cool. I was not about to act like these people were my friends when they didn't have the time of day for me all throughout our schooling experience. I'd known some of these kids since first grade.

I found my mom and Phil, took some pictures, smiled, gave them hugs, and was beyond relieved when they asked if I wanted to go home.

Renee wanted to stop for ice cream, but I had had enough. I just wanted to get home to my computer, to the only place that made sense to me. Renee was my best friend, but we operated on different wavelengths. I had never found someone that just got me, that I clicked with. And after 17 years, I was beginning to think I never would.

I booted up my new macbook, my graduation present from Renee and Phil, and waited for the screen to load. I couldn't of asked for a better gift, and I truly was thankful to get rid of the dinosaur that I had been previously operating on.

I absent-mindedly looked around my room, as if it were the first time I had seen it. My eyes landed on the calendar hanging on my wall. It was June 15th. Only three months and three days until I was free. I didn't know whether to jump for joy or growl in frustration. My 18th birthday was coming up and I had a plan to get away. It would probably kill Renee, but I had to.

She and Phil had a life here, I didn't. I never did. I wasn't even living here. I was a hollow shell going through the motions, completely void of any true passion or spark outside of my own imagination.

I was searching for something, and I was going to look until I found it. It was not lost on me how cliché my 'flying the coop' sounded. But it wasn't about being a rebel or spreading my wings, it was about being happy – because I wasn't.

I didn't know anything about my father. I didn't even know his name. I couldn't get his information. I'd asked, I'd begged, I'd pleaded, but Renee just wasn't having it. For some reason, unbeknownst to me, she was hell bent against me knowing my father.

I had once asked her if he had done something bad – if he had hit her, or went to prison or something. She just got this wistful look and said, "of course not, sweetie."

It made me angry. I had every right to know my father. And I had done everything short of stealing my birth certificate to exercise that right. Truthfully, the only reason I didn't was the nagging voice in my head asking me why my father hadn't come to find me. Did he not want me? Was he mad at me?

I pushed that thought from my head though, because come September 18th I would no longer be a minor, and I was going to contact my birth father. I was hoping that it would be the first big change in a series of life-altering changes. I wanted to get out of here. I wanted to live and not feel held back by pretentious expectations.

With my resolve set, I opened the word document I had been typing on before graduation, picking up right where I left off. This was where I made sense. This was me living.

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I shifted in the uncomfortable leather chair. It was stiff, yet worn at the same time. The springs dug into your back and you felt like you were falling of the edge constantly.

I stared at the man in front of me, like I had every day for the past four months and eleven days. I shook my head as my jaw clenched thinking about the injustice of it all. Charlie Swan was a good man. He did not deserve this. He was the heart of our little town of Forks, and people slept safe at night because of him.

When Seattle called in our small police force to help them catch an escaped convict, Charlie jumped at the chance. He would do anything to keep this town safe, and the Seattle troopers were certain that the heinous criminal was headed our way.

The poor excuse for a man did end up coming to our town, and the Forks police squad saw more action in one night than it had in its entire existence. Charlie was speaking with the troopers just outside of Forks. They were channeling him into the only entrance and exit in our town. Charlie had a barricade, the entire FPD lining cars, waiting for him to make an appearance.

Their thinking was that the man would see all the police and surrender, knowing there was no way that he could've escaped. But no one could have predicted the unfortunate series of events that were to take place.

The man came around the bend and was in clear view, a thousand feet out. There was nowhere for him to go. Charlie was in the middle of the barricade, waiting in his car, speaking with the police that were on the tail end of the criminal's car. The other officers were ready and waiting for the man to exit his vehicle. With weapons drawn, and steel concentration lining their faces, they were ready for a fight.

And if all had gone according to plan, things would've probably worked out perfectly. But things didn't go according to plan. The man didn't slow down, he accelerated. He didn't exit the car, he pushed forward. This son of a bitch wasn't going down without a fight. He rammed right into the left side of Chief Swan's car.

Luckily, no one was in the passenger seat. But Chief Swan was taken for the ride of his life that night. He experienced head trauma that on the surface didn't look unrecoverable. But the damage had caused the Chief to slip into a coma, and so, since February 4th, he's been in this very hospital bed. And every day I come, and I sit, and I stare, and I talk, and I ask why, because Charlie Swan did not deserve this.

I didn't hear footsteps but I smelled the heavy stench of an overbearing perfume. I knew who it was before she spoke. I hated that she was always the one that interrupted this time of day for me. I knew what was coming, and so I told myself to behave.

"Walk me to my car, Edward?" Tanya's voice oozed out of her, I think she was going for sexy – I didn't see it.

I stood out of the uncomfortable chair and turned just my head to look at her. "Sure thing, I'll be out in a sec," I gave her a half smile.

Being an intern at the hospital I found that I was catching the eyes of a lot of women. Everyone told me that Tanya was the cream of the crop and that I should 'get on that', but I failed to find her attractive. I found nothing genuine about her.

I shook my head; my mother had raised me to be a gentleman. I would walk Tanya to her car, because it was the gentlemanly thing to do. Nothing more, nothing less.

I looked at Charlie once again and gave him my usual farewell, "Goodnight Chief Swan. Talk to you tomorrow."

I walked to the door and stopped once more to look at the man that deserved to live, "At least he doesn't have a family." I sighed in validation.

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