SO I deleted all my old stories because I want to start completely over! There will be pics up on my profile. Well here we go:

BPOV

Growing up on my family's ranch has been amazing. The house is big, almost too big for me and daddy, but I love it. Its huge and looks way different than most ranch houses. For the 16 of my 17 years of life it's been me and daddy. Renee left us for some wanna-be baseball player. Honestly, I think its pathetic. When she filed for divorce from Daddy, she tried to get the Ranch. The judge laughed at her. This house has been in Daddy's name since the day it was built and ain't gonna change until the day he dies.

My favorite thing about this place is the stables and the pasture. Its where I can be myself and spend time with my favorite girl, my horse, Abbie. She's a paint, and so gorgeous. Every day I spend most of my free time on her. She's been with me through good and bad times. And she was my first horse. Of course, we had all other horses here before her. But she was the first one I picked out just for myself.

"Bella! It's 5 o'clock!" My dad yelled up to me. In all seriousness I'm surprised I heard him.

At five, we always go on a ride through the pasture. His excuse is so he can check and make sure there are no holes in the fences. But you can tell he really just want something to do with me. Looking out my window, I can see its sprinkling. So I slip on some shorts, a tank, my jacket, and my favorite boots and cowboy hat.

As we ride through the pasture, I can tell there is something Daddy wants to tell me so I wait quietly.

"Bells," he starts. "You know that we have a big house. It's gigantic actually and there are several unused rooms. I mean, yeah occasionally you may wonder into a different room and everything but other than that there isn't a reason to keep those rooms from being used. I know you may not like the idea of strangers living with us. Well, there not strangers to me but you don't know them-"

"Dad! Your rambling!"

"What I meant to say is that I invited my friend Carlisle and his family to live with us" He refused to look at me as he said those words.

The only thing I know about Carlisle is that he is a doctor, he loves animals, and he is my godfather. He had to move because he was offered a really good job in New York, but now he was moving back. I remember Daddy always talking about how amazing he was. How they met, and how they became good friends. But I honestly never remembered him.

"why are they moving in with us? I mean, not that I don't want them here but, from what you've told me about Carlisle, he could afford his own place." I pondered, wondering why they would want to live with us. I'm kind of excited about having other people living here. I really don't get to do anything with other people. I graduated high school two years early, and am waiting for the next year to start college. I don't have any girlfriends or any friends period. Everyone looked at me like I was a freak.

He seemed to be trying to recite the words from his head. "He wants to help us out here, and one of his adopted kids was born on a ranch. I offered and insisted. It'll be like old times honey. Not that you remember them."

Next day:

Today, the Cullens arrive. I'm so nervous. This is what happens kids when you don't get to do much outside of your home. You don't know how to meet new people. What am I supposed to say? Hi my name is Bella and its so great to meet you? Or Hi I'm Bella? You know what? Ill remain silent.

I actually attempted to look good today. I put on my acid wash jeans and a nice tank with my favorite jacket that I stole from Daddy, with my usual boots and hat

HA! You have the right to remain silent. I wonder if Carlisle would get that? I could make a joke but then I would most definitely look like a complete idiot. Maybe I should go ride Abbie for a bit.

Riding around in the pasture always calms me. I've spent at least half of my life if not more out here. But today, somethings wrong. Abbie seems to be spooked for some reason. She's constantly staring to the right, and if I didn't look there I would've thought she was paranoid. There stood a huge mountain lion, just outside of the fence.

When we got the fence put up we thought that four and a half feet high would be tall enough, and I was praying it was tall enough. Careful not to give it a reason to attack, I slowly pulled out my phone and dialed my dad.

As soon as I answered, it pounced. Screaming, I kicked Abbie into gear hoping to be faster than the cat. I looked behind me to see that it was gaining on us. Abbie apparently knew too and bucked me off in front of her and skidded to a stop. The physical pain was bearable but the emotional one was unearthing. Abbie turned and was protecting me from the cat. Realizing I dropped my phone further back I tried to stand, but failed. The pain in my leg was throbbing. I had to get to my phone to get my dad out here to help, before the bobcat made a meal out of Abbie. A sudden thought popped up into my head. Or I could distract the cat.

Looking at Abbie, I could see blood coating her. Scratches and blood covered her. I had to do it. To save her.

I slipped off my boots and stood up. As hard as I could, I threw them at the cat. All thoughts of Abbie left its mind as it gazed at me. Blood dripping off of it. I could have sworn it smirked at me, as it lunged. Before I could even turn around it was on me. I could feel its claws and teeth sinking into me. The pain was unbearable. I was being shredded alive but all I could think about was Abbie. She'd have a chance to live. I could feel myself slipping away, the pain taking me under. The last thing I remember was a pained sound from Abbie and a gun shot.

So… what did yall think? Please review and tell me what yall think. Should I keep the couples normal or switch them up? Give input please (:

P.S. It's not rare for a mountain lion to attack a horse and its rider, they tend to wait until their away from other riders and horses. Ive seen it and got it on video so I know it happens.