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There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable
-Mark Twain


 

This is meant to fix the problems of twilight. While I will use the text/plot from the book, I will also add in original content to give more originality to this story so it will be different from the source material including the characters.


 

Bella kept the car windows down and let the cool air hit her face as her mother drove her to the airport. She took in the sight of the beautiful blue sky of Phoenix; for it would be the last time she would ever see it.

She was moving to the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington State. A small town named Forks existed under a near-constant cover of clouds. It rained on this inconsequential town more than any other place in the United States of America. When Bella was just a few months old, her mother took her and left Forks, and she had been spending every summer there with her dad, Charlie, until she was fourteen.

As much as she loved her dad, she hated Forks. She hated the rain. Anything to do with the cold or wet made her clumsiness worse.

She would miss Phoenix. She would miss the sun and the blistering heat.

"Bella," her mother called before she got on the plane. "Honey, you don't have to do this, you know."

People have always said Bella and her mother looked alike; her mother had ebony skin, black shoulder length hair, and laugh lines. She didn't want to leave her loving, erratic, harebrained mother, but Renee had her new husband Phil. She also knew her mother was unhappy she couldn't see Phil a lot because of his minor league baseball job, so Bella decided to move with Charlie so her mom and Phil could spend more time together.

"Mom, I want to go," she lied as she put on her best smile.

"All right. I'll see you soon, okay?" She smiled back. "You call me whenever you want to come home, and tell your father I said hello."

Tears welled up in her mother's eyes.

"Mom, I'll be okay. I promise. I love you so much." She hugged her mother, holding back her own tears.

The flight from Phoenix to Seattle took four hours, another hour to Port Angeles, and then another hour to drive down to Forks. Bella was nervous about the car ride with her dad since both of them were awkward around each other and didn't really express their feelings to one another.

Nonetheless, Charlie was still happy to have his daughter live with him since he only saw her for the summer. He had already enrolled her in school and was going to help find Bella a car.

When she landed in Port Angeles, her dad was waiting with his police cruiser. He was the chief of police and another reason Bella wanted to get a car since she refused to ride around in a cop car for the remainder of her stay.

As she got off the plane and met him in the lobby, he gave her an awkward, one-armed hug. "It's great to see you again, Bells." He smiled as he got her luggage. "How is Renee doing?"

"It's great to see you, too, dad. Mom's fine too." She smiled back. She wasn't allowed to call him Charlie to his face. Her dad still looked the same. He had short brown hair, brown eyes, a stubble beard, and ivory skin.

She only had a few bags. Bella and her mother had pooled their resources for her winter clothes, which fit easily into the trunk of the cruiser.

"Bells, I got a good car for you. It was really cheap," Charlie said as he started the engine of the car.

She looked suspicious. "Really? What kind of a car?"

"I got you a truck, actually. It's a Chevy."

"Where did you get it?"

"My friend, Billy Black, from La Push. You remember him, don't you?"

La Push is a Indian reservation on the coast.

"Not really."

"You were really young. He used to go fishing with us every summer."

That explained why she didn't remember him.

"Well, he's in a wheelchair now. So he offered it to me for free."

"Does it run good?" she asked, her tone sounding skeptically.

He chuckled a little. "Billy did some work on the engine, but he got it back in 1984. Probably bought it in the late fifties, early sixties, but," he said before she could say anything, "it's a good car. Very cheap, and I'll pay for any mechanical problems you have."

"Dad, you didn't have to do that. I was going to get a job and pay for a car, but thank you. That was really sweet. I really appreciate it."

"You're welcome, sweetie." he said, flushed with embarrassment.

They continued to make small talk about the weather, which was wet, and then the awkward conversation ended. Bella stared out the window in silence.

If there was one thing Bella could say about Forks, it was beautiful. Almost everything was green, from the trees to the trunks with moss and the ground with ferns. The air even smelled sweet. It was almost like an alien planet.

After ten minutes, they finally reached the house. It was the same as always-a small white, two-story house with two bedrooms that Charlie bought with her mother in the early days of their marriage. Parked in the driveway was a faded red pick-up truck with big, rounded fenders and a bulbous cab.

"No way." she whispered as they pulled in the driveway. As soon as Charlie parked, she immediately went to her new truck, in awe at how perfect it was.

"Do you like it?" He was smiling.

"Dad, I love it so much! Thank you!"

He turned red with embarrassment again. "You're welcome. Now, let's get you settled in."

It only took one trip to get all her stuff upstairs. Bella got the west bedroom that faced the front yard of the house. It was still the same. The room had a wooden floor, light blue walls, a peaked ceiling, and white laced curtains around the window. The only change Charlie made was switching her old baby crib for a bed and a desk with a MacBook Pro on top of it. The rocking chair from when she was a baby was still in the corner.

There was only one small bathroom at the top of the stairs, which she had to share with Charlie and she tried not to think about it that much. One of the best things about Charlie was that he didn't hover. Once he made sure she had everything she needed, he left her alone to unpack. She was already feeling a little homesick.

Once she was done unpacking her clothes, she flopped down onto her bed and stared up at her ceiling.

"Don't fucking stress. You can do this," she said to herself.


When Bella awoke the next morning, after a rough night of sleep due to the heavy rain, all she could see was a thick fog outside her window, which made her feel claustrophobic. To be honest, Bella would rather stay at home then face her new school, which had a total of only three hundred and fifty-seven – and now fifty-eight – students, less than her old school back home.

Bella hated attention, and she knew she would be the new school gossip. She never really paid much attention to gossiping, but she would be lying if she said she didn't wonder what people would think of her. What would people expect? Bella was nowhere near an athletic type since she lacked hand-eye coordination or anything that goes on back in Phoenix.

She didn't relate well to people her age. Maybe the truth was that she didn't relate well to people, period. Even her mother, who she was closer to than anyone else on the planet, was never in harmony with her.

Sometimes Bella wondered if she was seeing the same things through her eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs. Maybe there was a glitch in her brain.

Regardless of that, Bella was a very pretty girl, even though she never thought about her appearance that much. She was of average height, had medium dark skin with warm orange-red undertones, a heart-shaped face, armpit length black wavy hair, and the same brown eyes just like her dad.

After taking a shower, brushing her teeth, and getting dressed, she went downstairs to see her dad who was already dressed and eating breakfast.

They exchanged a couple of words before Charlie wished her luck and left to go to the police station. After he left, Bella wandered around the house. The kitchen was small, with its dark paneled walls, white cabinets, and white linoleum floor. Nothing had changed.

Next, she headed into the living room. Like the kitchen, everything was the same, from the furniture to the pictures on the mantle. The first picture was of Renee and Charlie's wedding in California. There were also pictures of her as a baby in the hospital after she was born, followed by all of her school pictures up until last year.

It was hard being in this house knowing her dad was not completely over her mother.

After eating a quick bowl of cereal, Bella grabbed her backpack, keys, and jacket before running out to her car. Inside the truck, it was fairly nice. The tan seats had obviously been re-holstered and smelled faintly of tobacco, gasoline, and peppermint. It also had a modern radio system that worked well.

When she started the engine, it roared to life, to her relief. The school wasn't hard to find since it was just off the highway like most things. A building with maroon-colored bricks, surrounded by trees and shrubs, came into view. Next to it was sign that read 'Forks High School'

Bella parked in front of the first building, which had a sign on the door that read 'Front Office' and walked down the path into the building. The inside was warm and brightly lit, with warm colored furniture, plants in large plastic pots, and notices and awards on the bulletin board. The office was cut in half by a large counter that had three desks behind it, one which was occupied by a redheaded woman wearing glasses. She turned her attention to Bella as soon as Bella walked in the door.

"May I help you?" the secretary asked.

"Yes. Hi, I'm Isabella Swan," she informed her, and the woman's face lit up with recognition. As expected, Bella knew she would be the topic of gossip. Daughter of divorced chief Swan has finally arrived.

"Of course, dear. I've been expecting you," the secretary said. She dug through a pile of papers on the desk until she found the one she was looking for. "I have your schedule right here, with your locker number and combination, and a map of the school. I could show you around if you would like."

"Yes, please," Bella responded. The secretary went over her classes, highlighting the best route to each of them. Then she gave Bella a slip for each of her teachers to sign and return back at the end of the day. She smiled and wished Bella luck.

As Bella went over the map, the other students started to arrive. She went back out to the parking lot and drove her car around the school, following the line of traffic. She was thankful most of the cars were similar to hers and not flashy. The only car that stood out was a shiny black Aston Martin Vanquish S.

She stuffed all of her things in her backpack and sucked in a huge breath, reminding herself that she could do this, and no one was going to bite her. She stepped out of the trunk and followed the crowd into the main building. She located her locker and put her coat and extra stuff into it and proceeded to her first class.

She found the class easily and handed her slip to her teacher, Mr. Mason, who is a tall, balding, white male. He signed her paper, and gave her a reading list and sent her to an empty seat in the back of the room, which Bella was thankful for. She had already read all of the books on the list-Bronte, Shakespeare, Chaucer, and Faulkner. She debated on whether or not she should use her old essays from back home but decided to wait.

When the bell rang, a boy with dark ocher skin and black hair tied into a tiny bun on the back of his head leaned across the aisle toward her.

"Hi," he greeted warmly. "You're Isabella Swan, right?"

"Just Bella," she corrected. The people nearby then turned their attention to them, which annoyed her.

He ignored the people watching and held out his hand. "Hey, it's nice to meet you. I'm Eric Yorkie," he said, shaking her hand. "Do you need any help with your next class?"

"Uh…" She was silent for a few seconds as she contemplated his question. "Yeah, sure. Why not."

"Cool. The principal asked me to show you around, so I wasn't sure if it was you."

Bella nodded her head in understanding.

"So, what's your next class?" Eric asked as they left the room.

She reached into her pocket to check her schedule. "Um, government with Jefferson in building six."

They began to walk toward the other building on the right side of the school.

"So, you're from Phoenix?" he asked.

"Yeah, but I was born here."

"Must be fun there. Forks is boring as shit," he stated.

Bella smiled a little. "Phoenix is kind of boring too, unless you're the sporty type."

They walked around the cafeteria and steered toward a new building with the room she was looking for.

"Well, this is it," Eric announced. "I guess I'll see you around, maybe at lunch?"

"Yeah sure, and thank you."

"No problem." He gave her a smile before heading off to the building on the other end, and she entered her classroom.

The rest of the morning passed pretty quickly. Bella's Trigonometry teacher, Mr. Varner, whom she already disliked for the subject he taught, was the only teacher to make her introduce herself in front of the class. She felt completely embarrassed and tripped on her boots as she walked back to her seat.

Bella recognized a couple of people from her other classes. Some of them even introduced themselves and asked her about how she liked Forks, which she mostly lied about.

One of the girls, whose name was Jessica Stanley, who sat with her in trig and Spanish decided to walk with her to the cafeteria. Jessica was white, and the same height as Bella with straight brown hair.

After getting their lunch, they sat at full table with Jessica's friends, whose names Bella couldn't remember. The only one she remembered was Eric, the boy from her English class, who gave her a hello which she returned.

Bella was having a conversation with one of the people at the table, and that was when she saw them.

They were by themselves, sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, far from everyone else. Bella couldn't help but stare. There were five of them. They just sat there, taking small bites of their food. What really caught her attention was the fact that none of them looked alike.

Three of them were boys. One was big, muscled like a footballer; he had brown skin, and short, dark brown curly hair. Another one had light ocher skin, was tall; lean, but muscular, with dark blond hair in a wavy undercut. The last one has golden brown skin; was tall, with untidy black hair styled in a modern quiff and has an athletic build, but not as tall as the dark blonde or as buff as the big one.

The two girls were different. One was tall and statuesque. She had light ocher skin and a beautiful figure, like one in a Victoria's Secret ad that made every girl envious. Her hair was dark blonde, gently waving to the middle of her back. The other girl was short and pixie like. She had rich ebony skin and was thin, with small features. Her hair was raven black, cropped short pointing everywhere.

All of them had beautiful brown eyes, like the evening sun shining through an enstatite gemstone. All their features were straight, perfect angular, but this is not why she couldn't look away. Bella couldn't stop staring because they were all so exquisitely, inhumanly beautiful.

The small one rose from her seat with her tray and walked away so gracefully it looked like she belonged on a runway or on Broadway. She dumped her tray and walked out the back door so quickly, Bella hardly saw her. She turned her attention back to the others, who still just sat there.

"Who are they?" Bella asked Jessica.

As Jessica turned to see who she meant, the boy with the untidy hair looked at Bella which made her drop her eyes immediately, flushed with embarrassment.

Jessica giggled, dropping her gaze like Bella had.

"The dark-haired ones are Edward and Emmett Cullen. The one that left was Alice Cullen. The dark blondes are Rosalie and Jasper Hale. They all live with Dr. Cullen and his wife," Jessica spoke under her breath.

Bella looked at the black-haired boy again and saw him picking at his food. She wondered why they had such odd names.

"They're really gorgeous." Bella blushed.

"I know, right!" Jessica agreed excitedly. "They're all dating each other, though. Jasper is with Alice, and Emmett is with Rosalie, but none of them are related except Rosalie and Jasper. I think they're brother and sister. The doctor and his wife are really young, but they only adopted Emmett, Alice, and Edward for some reason. Alice and Edward are the same age as us, and the other three are seniors."

"That's amazing for them to take in all those kids like that, especially when they are so young," Bella said. "Have they always lived in Forks?"

"Nope, they moved here two years ago from somewhere in Alaska." Jessica sounded like it should have been obvious.

"Who's the one with the black hair?" Bella asked as she took a peek at him. To her surprise, the boy was looking at her, too, with a rather frustrated expression. Bella looked away again.

"That's Edward. So fucking beautiful, but don't bother with him. No girl is good enough for him, like I give a damn," she snorted. She sounded extremely bitter, and it almost made Bella laugh.

Bella turned to him one final time, but he wasn't looking anymore. She swore she could see his cheek lift and his mouth open a little as if he were laughing. After a couple more minutes, the bell rung, ending lunch, and the four of them left together, looking just as graceful as the short girl.


Bella walked to Biology with someone she met at lunch-Angela Weber. She was shy, like Bella, and very nice.

In the classroom, Angela went to sit at a lab table that was already occupied by another. The only available seat was next to Edward Cullen. As she was walking over to the teacher to get her paper signed, she met Edward's eyes, and his expression was completely furious and hostile.

Bella turned away so quickly it almost gave her a whiplash. She stumbled on her feet but was able to catch herself on a table. Before she turned away, she noticed his eyes were completely black with no hint of color in them.

When Mr. Banner signed her slip, he sent her over to Edward since he was the only partner left. Bella made sure to keep her head down going to her seat, shocked by this person's sudden anger toward her.

She didn't look at him as she took her seat, but she could see him move to the edge of his seat from the corner of her eye. She didn't understand. She sniffed her hair to make sure she didn't have a bad odor, but it smelled like strawberries.

As she was taking notes on Mr. Banner's lecture on cellular anatomy, which she had already studied, she occasionally took a peek at Edward. Since the class started, his position never changed, and she saw his hand clutched into a fist on his left leg.

Why was this guy so pissed at her? She has never done anything to him to deserve his nasty attitude. Bella wasn't a violent person, but it took all of her willpower to not slap him across the face with her textbook. She regretted looking at him again, this time because he was glaring, like he wanted to rip her head off her body. It made her flinch away from him and sink into her seat.

The moment the bell rung, he was out of his seat and out the door before anyone.

Bella just stood there staring after him, completely in disbelief about what had just happened. She gathered up her things, holding in how pissed she was, with tears almost welling up. This dude was an asshole, and she refused to shed a tear over him.

"Are you Isabella Swan?" a male voice asked.

She turned to see a white boy, who was baby-faced, has blue eyes and curly blond hair.

"Bella," she told him with a smile.

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Mike Newton."

"It's nice to meet you too, Mike."

"What's your next class? Mine is gym."

"That's where I'm headed too."

"Sweet. We can walk together if you want too?"

She accepted his offer and headed to gym. Mike was really sweet and a good person to talk too. Probably one of the nicest people she'd met today.

"So, what did you do to piss off Edward Cullen?" he asked as they walked into the gym.

She just shrugged her shoulders and played dumb. "I don't know-didn't really pay attention to him."

She waved Mike goodbye and went into the girl's locker room to change. Coach Clapp, the gym teacher, made Bella participate in four volleyball games, even though she tried to stand out. Thank god she only had one more year of this.

When the final bell rang, Bella went back to the office to return her papers. The wind had picked up, which made her wrap her arms around herself.

The office was warm when she arrived, but seeing Edward Cullen there made her tremble and hug herself tighter; his presence sucked all the warmth out of the room. He was arguing with the receptionist in a soft, persuasive voice about changing his biology class to another time. She couldn't believe this. Why did he hate her so much?

Someone came through the door and a gust of wind swirled Bella's hair across her face. Edward stiffened and turned slowly to her, eyes filled with anger.

He turned back to the receptionist. "I guess it's impossible. Thank you for your time," he said in that smooth, velvet voice. He turned and left without a second glance at her.

Bella went up to the desk and handed the woman her slip.

"How was your day, dear?" the woman asked.

"It was fine," she lied, putting on a fake smile.

Bella headed out to her car, ready to go home, and ready to forget Edward Cullen ever existed.