A/N: I know I have another story to write, but I made so much changes and I created so many new idiots that I needed to return to the originality of twilight. This Fanfic is that different to the other but it's not the same nonetheless. I of course made changes to the storyline of twilight by writing this fanfic. Just to make it my own. Even though the original story "Twilight" was great, it was very clear that it was not written by a teen. Bella was way too 'mid-life crisis'. She needed to be more like a 17 years old girl from the city. Oh and come on which teen girl do you know that doesn't like shopping, I'm sorry but that part of Bella really pissed me off in the original. I plan on making some big changes to the storyline; you can love it or hate it. Word of advice, if you hate it, I don't really care. I love it and that's all that matters. The Bella that I'm creating is a lot like me, but more of a klutz. Oh and did I mention I love renovations….love love love love love it! So bare with me…
Isabella Marie Swan was popular and happy in Phoenix. She wasn't selfish though. So when the opportunity arose for her erratic mother, Renee and lovable stepfather, Phil, to recreate their lives in Florida, she let them do it together. Instead of invading, she decided to move back to Forks to live with her Dad, Charlie. Is finds that Forks isn't as bad as her mother described and she finds a few mysteries that sparks her curiosity.
The plane landed, I sighed excitedly and looked out the window. It was raining intensely. I would mind that but I was too excited to see my Dad. After mom left him when I was two, I rarely saw him. I spent a lot of summers in Forks with my dad. But those visits stopped after mom started dating other people. She assumed that I'd tell dad and he'd make it an issue and try to get full custody of me. She was so wrong though.
I got up and left the plane, running through the rain to avoid getting drenched. I knew I should have taken my raincoat as my carry on. Instead I had a cactus, mom's idea. It would definitely not survive a week in the weather.
Dad didn't complain, instead he dedicated three weeks every year to me. I wanted so much to spend Christmas with him every year, but I didn't want to disappoint mom. Besides who'd keep her out of trouble if I left. Phil? He's even more childish, seeing that he's a few years younger than mom.
I entered the airport and shook off the water. I looked around for Charlie but didn't see him so I went to get my luggage, seven suitcases to be precise. After I decided to move back to Forks I went crazy shopping for appropriate and stylish apparel.
Forks was located in the Olympic peninsula, which meant rain fell more than I did. This is saying something. I fell too much for one person. I'm surprised I didn't fall while running through the rain. It was a small town not too far from the west coast. It had culture though, with the Quileute Indian reservation not too far from it and the amount of green surrounding the town. Dad loved Forks and his job. Sometimes I thought he loved it more than me or mom. I wondered why he didn't go after her when she left. But figured she wouldn't listen if he begged her to return.
I acquired my belongings, placing them on a trolley and began pushing it towards the entrance.
"Hello miss, do you need help?" A heavy male voice asked. I didn't bother looking towards him.
He'd be the tenth guy that "offered his help" since I left Phoenix. What's with these guys.
"No thank you I'm good."
Apparently he didn't get the drift.
"Come on, it's rude to refuse a gentleman's help." I heard the smile in his voice.
I continued to push the trolley forward.
"It's also rude to not leave a lady alone when she politely declines your 'help'"
"Whatever bitch, you aren't worth my time."
I halt in my step and looked back for him but didn't know who he was.
I rolled my eyes. Is the weather driving these people crazy?
I eventually see dad, looking around frantically.
"Dad!" I call out and run towards him, forgetting the trolley. I jump into his arms and gave him a tight hug.
Dad isn't the one for PDA's, I'm not either but I missed him too much to contain myself.
After I pull away I get look at him.
"I missed you so much." I smile brightly.
"I missed you too sweetie. Sorry I'm late. There was an incident…so where's your luggage?"
He changed the subject. He never liked stressing me out about his work. He knew I didn't like what he did. He always said that being the Chief of Police in a small town was safer than being a lawyer in general. He might be right but I still worried about him.
I lead him over to the trolley.
We load the luggage into the Police cruiser and were on our way to Forks within half hour.
The drive was mostly quite.
"So what should I call you now? Izzy, Isabella, Marie or my favorite Odette?" dad smiled crinkling his eyes.
I looked at him with an amused expression, "Oh right. Don't worry I'm over swan lake now. I've settled on Bella."
I'd always had issues with finding myself and my calling, that's why I made an issue over my name.
"Why not Isabella?"
"It makes me sound like a grandma." I groaned drolly.
Dad smiled but didn't laughed, "I like Bella. It's you."
"Yeah it actually is. I think I'm going to stick with that one."
Dad's not much of a 'chatter' but he was curious, I could tell.
The last time dad saw me my hair was waist length, brown and straight. Now it's short, Victoria Beckham bob cut, and still straight. I kept the color though. The brown matched my chocolate brown eyes. I did however add black highlights. The dark hair color made my pale translucent skin look beautiful and exotic, in phoenix at least. I wondered how many people in Forks were tan, not much I guessed.
"Different bad or different good?"
"I liked your long hair. But you look good."
"Yeah me too. But I needed a change for Forks."
"Bella you don't have to change because you came to Forks."
"I know that dad. I wanted to leave Phoenix 'Marie', in phoenix."
In phoenix I had my long hair and demanded that people call me Marie. I still don't know why but I did.
"Okay. Thought you would have been tan by now."
"Me too. But porcelain skin is in now, so I avoid tanning." I chuckled.
Dad laughed at that.
"How's the writing?"
"Good. Brings in the dough so can't complain." I smile looking out the car window admiring the beautiful greenery.
"Two publications already, it's still unbelievable. You're seventeen…"
I smiled but didn't answer.
My parents aren't rich, and I hated to ask them for things I wanted instead of needed. So I found something I was good at that people like. Writing supernatural mysteries.
The two publications that dad mentioned was a ghost mystery called 'Spectra Main" and the other a Faye romance called "Solstice". They sold like crazy even though the fans didn't know the real author. I used the pen name Marianne Chester. Not knowing the author didn't seem to bother the fans though.
The money I made from the sales went to my college and car fund, my closet and a savings account for future use.
Dad didn't say anything else until we arrived home.
I looked at the house and was confused. I got out of the car and walked towards the drive way.
"Oh I extended after you decided to move. I know you need privacy. So I extended out the office space downstairs for a bedroom space, added a bathroom and closet. I made changes to upstairs too, made it into a grand master bedroom for you."
"But I only decided…you did this before I said I was moving here."
He tried to look preoccupied with the luggage.
He managed to get a nickname for me already.
"I'm really grateful. But I didn't want you to do all this for me. I could have managed just fine with my old bedroom."
"I know that. But you had your own bathroom in Phoenix and I wanted you to be comfortable."
"But the entire top floor? Dad, that's too much."
"Oh relax Bella, it wasn't that hard to do and besides it would be harder for you to sneak out when I'm downstairs and you're…"
"Trapped in the tower." I laughed loudly. He joined in the laughter.
Rain began to drizzle lightly so we hurried to get my bags into the house. Dad insisted on carrying all up to my renovated room, it took him three trips. I remained downstairs examining the house; it's been so long since I came back here.
The small living room looked the same since my last visit, which was when I was ten, although dad did manage to add a flat screen television and a brown lazy boy. The furniture didn't match but I would deal with that eventually. The wallpaper and miss matched furniture had to go. The flat screen I'd leave but this place needed a makeover if I was going to stay here for two years or more. It was a cozy room though.
I walked over to the adjoining kitchen, and gasped. The cupboards were still the bright yellow that mom had decided to paint, her way of brightening the room. It had to go. I definitely had to hit the hardware store. Maybe dad would help me. Not counting on that though. The small dining table had mismatched chairs, another thing to add to my to-do list. I'd be very busy in the next few weeks. But I needed to occupy my mind with other things. If I didn't then I'd feel the loneliness of being in this house alone. Dad worked nonstop so he would be great company all the time.
I walked around the kitchen checking the cupboards and fridge. I made a mental note to stock the kitchen.
I was about to check out dad's new room but he came down the stairs and called for me.
"Aren't you going to see your room?" he asked when I walked into the hallway that held the staircase.
"I was saving the best for last." I smiled at him.
He gave me his eye crinkling grin.
He patted my on the shoulder and went to the living to, turning on the TV to the sport channel.
I looked after him and sighed happily. If anything made this move better it was dad. One of his greatest qualities was he didn't hover.
I all but ran up the stairs. The hallway that used to divided the rooms and bathroom from each other was blocked. At the top of the stairs there was a narrow hall and on the right a polished dark mahogany door with a dark blue bow on it. Dad remembered my favorite color.
I turned the nod slowly and opened the door, which didn't creak or make a sound.
The room was illuminated with recess knighting throughout the white vaulted ceiling. The room held some of the original features, like the crown molding that dad repainted into a dark purple. The walls where all a pale purple and held some drawings and paintings that I made when I was into Picasso, pictures of when I was a kid were hang on the wall over my bed. Dad replaced the crib from when I was two for a simple black double bed, two night stands stood beside it with simple lamps standing on them. The bed had purple and white bed sheets on them. He also added a rustic looking vanity (probably a hand me down, I didn't mind), Chester drawers and a large working desk, my laptop that I had shipped here was on the desk closed down. The floor was the same hardwood but it was polished. In my old room there was a large window facing the front yard, it was still there and another window facing to forest beside the house. The original room was larger. Dad had transformed his old room into the bathroom and closet. Neither was large but that gave the bedroom itself a grander look.
The was no way that dad did this himself, the living room and kitchen were evidence of his lack of interior design style.
He placed all my bags beside the door. I shouted my thanks for the awesome room and began unpacking.
I was done in no time, because I knew where everything was and where I planned on putting them.
I stopped my packing when I heard the backfiring of an engine. I walked over to the window facing the front yard and saw dad with a native looking man with long black hair and was in a wheelchair and a young boy about my age with the same rustic look and long black hair. A large red truck caught my eye. I quickly ran downstairs to greet dad's friends.
"Bella, this is Billy Black, you remember him, right?"
"Course I do. You're Rachel and Rebecca's dad. How you doing? Looking good." I said while shaking his hand.
He smiled brightly at me, "I'm still dancing. Charlie here hasn't shut up since he heard you were coming."
"Keep exaggerating, I'll run you into the mud." Dad playing chuckled.
"Right after I ram you in the ankle."
Dad and Billy started to fake fight as I looked over to the boy. He was smiling coyly at me.
"Hey, I'm Jacob. We used to make mud pies together…"
"As I remember Becca, Rachel and I made mud pies while you conveniently annoyed us." I chuckled
He looked shocked that I remembered.
I looked towards dad and Billy, "Are they always like this?"
"It's getting worst with old age." He chuckled.
I smiled politely at his joke.
Dad returned and patted the beasty red truck.
I looked at the truck then at him, "what?"
"The truck. Just bought it off Billy here. It's yours."
The truck wasn't half bad but I preferred something that I didn't have to fix constantly. I refused to hurt my dad's feelings though.
"Dad…come on…first the room…now…you bought me a truck…" I frown at him.
He smiled, "The room was finished a while ago and you need something to get you around the place."
"Thanks I love it. Can fix it when it decides to die on me though." I chuckled
"I can help fix it." Jacob offered.
"You can fix cars?"
"Yep. And I don't mind helping you out a little."
"Cool thanks. I'll hold you on that offer."
"Gave it a try." Dad instructed.
I hesitantly hopped in and Jacob got into the passenger side.
"I rebuilt the engine but you have to double clutch when you start up. Other than that you should be good."
"Thanks." I followed his instructions and started the engine.
"You need a ride to school tomorrow?" I asked, having at least one person there that I knew would have been great. But fortunately I'm great at making friends.
"Oh no, I go to school on the reservation."
"Oh right. Makes sense. So Jacob, how good are you with a hammer?"
-Next day: First day at Forks High-
The only bad part of starting a new school was that it was in the middle of the semester. I had a lot of catching up to do.
Finding the school wasn't hard, like everything else in this town it was just off the highway. And the large sign that said Forks High School: Home of the Spartans was a dead giveaway. I pulled into the parking lot and parked, the engine made a noise that sounded like someone was strangling a cat and it backfire, which caused stares to linger in my direction. I had to do something to get rid of this truck. I liked that dad took the time to buy me it but it wasn't me. In fact it wasn't anybody.
I groaned as I hopped out the cabby with my backpack slung over my shoulder. I pulled my red trench coat closer to me to avoid the light drizzle from ruining my clothes. I'd dressed pleasantly for my first day: a simple long sleeved white t-shirt and short jean pants that was just above mid thigh, pair dark olive green stockings underneath the pants and knee high heelless black boots and a light brown knitted hat to keep my short hair from getting fuzzy with the temperature. The trench coat was longer than the pants I wore.
I locked the truck and kept my head down has I walked to the admissions building. I passed a group of people, probably my age, which weren't subtle about staring at me.
A guy yelled, "Nice ride." As I passed
I glanced at him and rolled my eyes, he drove a van and he's telling me about my truck.
"Thanks!" I scoffed as I passed.
When I was done at the admin office I had a map of the school, class schedule and a slip for my teachers to sign.
I went to my first class before the bell rang and waited outside.
An Asian boy walked up to me, "Hi, you're Isabella Swan-"
"Bella." I corrected before he could continue.
He stammered a bit, "Be-..Bella. I'm Eric Yorkey. The eyes and hears of Forks High. Anything you need come to me. Lunch date, friend…shoulder to cry on…" he smiled flirtatiously.
I raised an eyebrow at him, "Why would I need a shoulder to cry on?"
"Oh you know there are a lot of heartbreakers at this school…" he giggled like a nerd.
I grinned at him, "Really…hmm…Then maybe you should point them out for me."
He grinned brightly, "Sure can. The first person you should look out for is Mi-…"
He was cut short by the bell.
"Well…that's my cue. See ya later Eric."
"By-…Bye Bella!" he said louder than he needed to, causing more people to gawk at us.
I waved him off and entered the room for English lit. I noticed a coat hanger beside the door so I casually threw it on trying to look normal.
I took up a seat and let my mind wonder throughout the boring lecture. The reading list was the same as in Phoenix and I had read all the books so I didn't exactly have to pay attention. I brought my laptop to Forks which meant that all my past books reports were on it. Well that's one subject I don't have to worry about passing.
I met a blonde girl named Jessica in English lit. And we conveniently had algebra together. She introduced me to a few of her friends. The names Lauren (Rusty auburn hair), Ben (Brown hair, fair and tall)and Tyler (black hair and dark) came up.
The morning classes went by quickly and before I knew it, lunch at arrived.
I walked behind Jessica and Lauren, picking casual conversations with Ben and Tyler. Ben was great but Tyler was way too over-ambitious. On her way to the cafeteria building Jessica introduced me to a blonde hair baby face boy named Mike (which I suspected was the person Eric was about to warn me about). Mike was a lot like Tyler, forceful and proud. And I so happens that Mike was on the Hockey team. Jocks.
After entering the cafeteria I proceeded to look for Eric, if he was honest enough to want to warn me about the players at the school then he was a friend that I wanted.
I followed the group to the counter and ordered a veggie platter and fruit punch.
Jessica lead us to a table where we all occupied seats, a few were unoccupied which gave me reason to believe there were more friends on their way. I slung my coat over the chair back and let my backpack fall to the floor
A tall skinny brunette girl with a camera around her neck appeared and shot a picture of me unexpectedly.
"A candid for the feature." She smiled at my confusion.
"It's for the school newspaper; you're the most exciting thing that has happened to the school since the Cullens. So you'll be on the front page. Oh that's Angela by the way." Jessica explained but went back to her food.
"Oh…um…I'd rather you not do that." I didn't mind it but I didn't need the attention on me.
Angela sighed sadly, "It's okay, the Cullens didn't want to do it either. I'll just run another editorial on Teen drinking."
"Well who ever these Cullens are, they're idiots. I would be honored to be in your feature."
"But you just…"
"Nevermind what I just said. I don't want to be compared to the Cullen characters. I would like another picture taken though and tell me more about this editorial."
Angela smiled brightly, "Great."
I posed seductively for another picture, the girls laughed at my antics but the guys looked like they were taking it way too seriously. Angela and I went into deep discussion with potential topics for future editorials.
"Hey Bella." A familiar voice called out.
I looked to see Eric approaching the table.
"Eric, my man. Wad up homie." I giggled as he sat down beside Mike.
He grinned goofily, "It's all good"
"You two know each other?" Mike asked slightly annoyed.
"Yeah. I met Eric this morning." I tried not to look irritated at Mike.
"Hey Eric, Bella just came up with some great ideas for the editorial and she agreed to do the feature. Isn't that great?" Angela sounded excited.
"Yeah ah huh….so Bella, how was class?" Eric asked paying little attention to Angela.
I turned to see her look down to her camera but immediately preoccupied herself with something else.
"It was good. Cold but good." I reply without looking at him.
Instead I continued my lunch.
"By the way, how come you aren't tan?" Jessica asked, I noticed something different in her voice but ignored it.
"I avoid tanning. I rather porcelain more than fried." I chuckled lightly.
Well at least some of them got my joke. Lauren and Jessica were the exceptions.
While nibbling at a celery stick something at the end of the cafeteria caught my attention. Five exceptionally pale and outstandingly beautiful individuals, they were alike but different. They all had the same pale features and elegant beauty.
I furrowed my eyebrows at them. They're dark eyes looked secluded and empty, bored if you will.
There were two girls and three guys, they girls where so vastly different, one looked small, shorter than me, she had striking black pixie like hair than spiked out at the ends, she was pale like the others, the other was a extraordinarily beautiful platinum blonde, she was larger than the other, I could tell that she was curvy. Both girls were drop dead gorgeous.
The guys were just as gorgeous, one was muscular and hand brown curls with a bright grin, another had chin length blonde curls and a pained expression on his face and the other was a bronzed hair teen rock star type, his hair looked like it had an attitude. All of the boys where over the top handsome. The entire group looked like the belonged in Hollywood.
I choked my head at them; they all looked like they were in their own little bubble. the bronzed hair guy looked vapid when compared to the others. I scoffed at my inner joke.
I don't know what it was but the bronze hair guy suddenly looked at the table. He didn't look at me. He suddenly looked away appearing bored.
Jessica must have caught my gaze, "Cullens…"
I turned to her and raised an eyebrow, "They're the ones that refused to have their pictures taken?" I giggled.
Jessica nodded, "Yeah, they keep to themselves. The short dark haired girl is Alice, she's with Jasper, the blonde guy that looks like he's in pain."
I turned back to the Cullens, to see Edward talking to them, they smiled but it disappeared immediately.
"The big dark haired guy's Emmett, he's with Rosalie the other blonde." Jessica scoffed.
"The other one, Edward, is the only single one. Their adopted father's Dr. Cullen, he works at the town hospital."
I turned back to Jessica surprised.
She grinned, "I know right. They're all together. I don't even think that's legal."
"Um. They aren't blood related Jessica." Angela said quietly.
"Yeah but they live together that weird." Jessica almost shouted.
I giggled, "Please, so you're telling me that if you lived with guys that oozed sexual attraction like they do you won't want to hook up with one of them."
Jessica smiled coyly.
"That's what I thought. It's not weird…"I looked back to the Cullen table to see Edward staring frustratingly straight at me, I continued without letting the gaze drop, "…besides they look perfect together. How many teenagers do you know how look as secure as they do?"
I look away from Edward's gaze and look towards the others. They truly looked perfect for each other.
I glanced at Edward to find he was still looking at me. I rolled my eyes and turned back to my food.
Several minutes later Jessica whispered, "Edward Cullen is staring at you."
I didn't realize she was talking to me so I started bobbing my head as I hummed Mamma Mia.
"Didn't you hear me? Bella."
"Huh…what? I'm sorry, I just love the movie Mamma Mia so much…"I bit my lips remembering the catchy tunes.
Jessica rolled her eyes, "I said, Edward Cullen is looking at you."
I left my mouth open looking bored, "And I should care why exactly?"
Jessica, Lauren and Angela gasped.
I shrugged waiting for an answer.
"Edward Cullen…NEVER. Looks at a girl at this school." Lauren stated with distain in her nasal voice.
"Maybe I have something in my teeth. Check!" I said and revealed my perfectly aligned white teeth.
Eric actually leaned forward to check, "Nah, you're good."
I gave him a goofy smile, "Awesome!"
"WHY ARENT YOU TAKING THIS SERIOUSLY?" Jessica actually yelled causing everyone to flinch.
I held up both hands defensively, "Jess, chill!"
She huffed out a breath and began whining, "Bella…He never looks at any girl. Ever."
I glanced back towards him to see he wasn't looking and turned back to Jessica, "Look he isn't staring anymore. Can I get on with my life? He was probably staring cause I'm the new girl."
She didn't look convinced. Fortunately the bell rang.
"Does anyone have Biology with Mr. Banner?" I asked, I needed a walking buddy
"I do." Mike proclaimed. He grabbed my tray and his and gestured for me to follow him.
I got up got my coat and bag and turned to my new friends folded my hand in a prayer-like way and said, "Namaste bitches!"
I'm a 90210 nerd, so sue me.
I left my friends laughing and followed Mike.
We walked towards the class in silence. Mike had initially tried to make conversation about the weather and I told him it was futile, 'I don't talk about the weather because it was pretty clear what type of weather we're having'.
After we got to the classroom Mike lead me in, a man in front of the class who I suspected to be Mr. Banner was introducing the lecture topic.
I looked around the room while I hang up my red coat. I noticed Edward, the Cullen that looked lonely and like he needed a decent haircut, maybe I should suggest it. The Cullen that Jessica insisted I pay attention too. I wasn't about to tell her that his gaze kind of left me flustered. Kind of. I was used to random guys staring at me. He didn't regard my entrance which made me wonder if it was really me he was staring at.
I walked over to Mr. Banner, stepping in front of a large fan, the breeze made my knitted hat fall to the floor and sent strands on my hands flying in front of my face. Oh I'm so glad I cut my hair short. I hurried to pick up my hat, I went I looked up back I saw Edward tense.
His body went rigid, his hand shot up to his face grasping it. It looked like he was covering his mouth and nose.
Confused I turned to hand Mr. Banner the slip, he signed it immediately and handed it to me.
I turned and groaned loudly when I realized that the only available seat was the one next to Edward.
I glanced back to Edward with a scowl on my face and hurried to my seat. I managed to trip on the chair as I passed it.
I sat down and refused to look at Edward. I kept my head forward.
I couldn't even hide behind my hair, which sort of sucked.
During the class I noticed that Edward didn't move an inch since I sat there and he kept shooting daggers in my direction.
I really didn't think I stunk that bad.
I was aware of Edward's glare, which was definitely directed to me. He didn't even look away when I glanced a few times at him. I noticed the icy hatred in his eyes, which managed to piss me off.
I placed my left elbow on the table, leaned forward and held the back of my neck with my hand, still facing the front but backing Edward.
I straightened up after my neck began to hurt and found he was still glaring.
I screwed up my face angrily and turned abruptly to him, "WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?" I said quietly but loud enough for the people in the desk behind us to snicker.
He looked perplexed at first but the bell rang and he immediately left. I rolled my eyes, "Run bitch!" I said silently. I can't believe that I had fantasies about him in the cafeteria.
Mike came up to me while I was packing my bag. I was still pissed at the dumbass known as Edward Cullen.
"What did you do to Cullen? I've never seen him like that…" Mike began but shut up when he saw my expression.
"I may have run over his cat. Can't be sure, I do that a lot." I try to lighten the mood.
Mike and I had gym together. Seeing how hard it was to walk straight I wondered how I'd get through the day.
I didn't hurt anyone too bad though, I did sock Mike in the head with a volley ball. That wasn't intentional, I promise.
After school I went to the admin office to submit the slip.
Upon entering the room I noticed Edward standing there talking to the old lady with glasses. She looked nervous.
"…I'm really sorry. But everything is full. You'll have to stay in Biology." She apologized. She noticed me and signaled for me to wait.
I saw Edward tilt his head in my direction but immediately snapped it back in front.
I stifled a laugh. But sounds weird sounds managed to exit my mouth.
"I understand. I guess I'll just have to endure it." He said quickly and pushed pass me.
I rolled my eyes but managed to smile at the woman behind the reception desk.
Edward would be the last thing i'd be thinking about.
I finished up at the office and went home.
A/N: Okay i knw that i made major changes and i know it resembles the movie and book, that was my intention. There will be changes...dont get mad...
hope you enjoyed it
Review please...oh and check out my other story "Beyond Dusk: Legacy" its another twilight ff...