A/N: This is the beginning! I re-did it, as I felt it wasn't quite right, and the text was a little messed up. I'm only announcing this once. I do not own Twilight, or any of the characters. I do not own any products, companies, or songs I list here. I simply own the storyline. That's my only disclaimer.

Moving from my parents' house was hell. It was worse that I couldn't explain to my parents my past. I mean, I could have, but it doesn't exactly make much sense in my case.

Try explaining to your police father that you are leaving behind your boyfriend, Mike, who tried to abuse you and happens to be a stalker, but it's okay because your "friends" are full of it and are only friends with you to raise their own popularity and lower yours. In reality, he won't react. Because everything in our world is that simple, right?


I, Bella Swan, have sworn to forget my damn past & am currently sitting on a plane, to my private boarding school.

When researching a place to go, I tried to choose one far from home in Jacksonville so I wouldn't see my mom jumping on a plane to meet me. I wanted a place that was isolated enough so that I couldn't be traced by Mike, and finally reasonably priced so I could pay for myself. After minutes, hours, and days of searching, I had found the place.

It was called "Spartans Boarding High". For only $400.00, I could get away. There were a few phrases I didn't understand. "Quench your thirst at the boarding of the dead" But it was probably just a sport team reference.

It was located in a small town in Washington, called Forks, which was home to a very unpopular school I hadn't known I existed. Forks. I wondered if they were against spoons. I looked up the town online. The information was scattered among various websites. I finally gave up and looked on Wikipedia.

Location: Forks, Washington

Population: 3,572 as of 2010.

Area: Approximately 15 square miles.

Towns Nearby: Port Angeles- 45 min. Seattle- 2hrs.

That was all the information I had.

"The coach will be arriving in Forks, Washington, in approximately 10 minutes. We ask that you remain seated and refrain from using the laboratory. Please turn all electronics off, keep your bags beneath your seats, and check to make sure your seat belts are secured. Thank you for flying with America Airlines." The flight attendant drawled.

I rolled my eyes. Couldn't she show some emotion? My entire body was feeling numb enough by itself. I didn't need a flight attendant to make it worse. I was currently trying to make a life that wouldn't exist. I was trying to make myself normal- but I had failed to the point where I had to leave the home I had grown up in to make myself one of the crowd.

I had never been that normal. I never picked up on the trends, and I never dated successfully. I rarely made a friend. My life was constant rain. I tried to make it right. Never could I go a day without an attempt. I was mainly shy. Unsocial. Tempered. My life was constant pain and there was nothing my mom nor my dad could do about it. I was their "freaky daughter" and that was that.

I was hoping to reinvent myself as a normal, follow-the-crowd, small town girl. Nothing less, but nothing more. Easy as it seems, I wasn't sure if I could do it. I always had to draw attention to myself, whether I tripped, or I came to a new school in the middle of the year. This time, I wasn't going down that path.

Yes, I was going to fake my life. I'd always been a bad liar, and we were about to test just how bad I was. Currently, I was taking the identity of Jessica Stanley. Not literally, but simply subtly. I was to have rich parents, come from New York in a private school where my friends were all too boring for me. I had always fit in, been popular, and been extremely girly.

This meant applying makeup, ignoring scholarly things, like Math competitions and scrabble tournaments. I had to flirt with guys and wear V-neck tee's. My life was going to be a living hell once more, but unfortunately for me, I was going to have to deal with it. I guess it's the price you pay to be fake. Now that I thought about it, my old life almost seemed better. I reminded myself about Lauren, Jess, and Mike. The ideas faded as quickly as they had come.

I turned my iPod on shuffle. The song was quite ironic. "Goodbye to you" by Michelle Branch.

Of all the things I've believed in

I just want to get it over with

Tears form behind my eyes

But I do not cry

Counting the days that pass me by

I slowly drifted off to a dreamless sleep as my entire future crumbled like dry clay in my very own hands. My body was strong, but my mind was light-headed. Oh well. My life would never truly, completely heal, and I had to learn to accept the consequences for it.

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