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Bella just moved in with her Dad. She has an attitude problem and a problem with authority. She is just trying to get by till graduation, when life as she knows it gets turned upside down. Things she never wanted to know are released. And she only has her mother to blame. Please Read! IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE DO NOT SKIP!!!!!!!


1. Chapter 1

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I didn't know what I was thinking when I agreed to go live with my father, Charlie Swan. My mother, scatterbrained Renee Dwyer, who was remarried to Phil, has been pushing me away and towards my father since I visited him for a week during the summer.

It was about the end of October when Renee freaked out and said I was going to see my father for Thanksgiving break. All because I had an "attitude" problem or whatever. So needless to say when Renee told me that I would be permanently moving to the tiny town of Forks, Washington, where it is overcast and rainy for 350 days a year, I was not happy.

The plane touched down and I got my baggage and walked out the front of the airport. There standing by a police car was the Chief of police, Charlie Swan.

"Bella! Your here." Charlie yelled the moment he saw me, great he brought the cruiser.

"Yes, Charlie, I'm here. Damn, does it have to be so cold and wet?"

"Bella, its January."

"Yes, Charlie, I know that, but I just came from ninety degree weather in Florida." Ah, warm Florida.

Charlie just gave me a look, shook his head and through my bags in the trunk. They got in the car and headed to Forks. I never got along with my father well. It's not as though he was mean, or didn't pay attention to her, it's that they had nothing in common. If I didn't know any better I would say they didn't even share the same DNA. But I saw her birth certificate, so that was out of the question.

As they were pulling in to the street where I would be living for the next year and a half, Charlie cleared his throat.

"I got you something."

"What'd you get, Charlie?" I sighed. Usually when he got her something, it was something stupid and useless. Well, not useless to everyone just her. When I was little for one of her birthdays, he got her an Indian costume. Last year, when I turned 16, he got her a save the wolves t shirt and tried to take her on some kind of spirit quest with the local Indian tribe. Renee was furious, saying things like I was female and didn't need crazy ideas put into her head. I just said whatever. I was used to her parents talking about things that didn't make sense. Needless to say, when Charlie got her something, it usually wasn't something her mother was going to like, so I was instantly suspicious.

"It's a car. Well, a truck really."

"You got me a truck?" I said like I didn't believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. "What kind of truck?"

"Well, you remember that truck that Billy Black used to drive around?"

"Billy? That old man who is always staring at me like I'm some kind of prize? He's just creepy, dad. I mean whenever you would take me over there, he would always have his eyes on me. It's like he's some kind of pedophile or something."

"Bella! Billy's not like that. He raised two daughters and his son, all by himself. You wouldn't understand it's complicated."

"What's so complicated about staring at some little girl who is your best friend's daughter? He's your age, dad, all he would have to do is keep his eyes to himself."

"Anyway." Charlie said trying to change the subject. "He's in a wheelchair now and he needed to get rid of his truck. Jacob fixed it up for you, so you don't have to worry. Now you'll have a truck to get yourself back and forth to school. Oh, and Billy said that Forks High was kinda crowded so if you want he can get you enrolled in La Push High with Jacob and his friends."

By this time they were standing in front of the house. I turned to him and narrowed my eyes.

"Charlie, I'm not Quileute. It's impossible for me to go to the reservation school. The Elder's would never go for it. Besides, I'm used to crowded schools, remember I lived in Phoenix and then Florida. There's no place more crowded than that besides maybe LA or something."

Charlie unlocked the door and let her go in first. He put his keys on the counter and hung up his coat. Then he turned to me who was standing in the middle of the kitchen looking at him like he was about to sprout a third head.

"Charlie, why are you always pushing me towards La Push? You know that Jacob and I would never be able to date. He's younger than me and always treated me like I was some bug to squish."

Charlie laughed, "That was when you guys were little. He just treated you like he did his sister's. He's older now and a lot more mature. Taking care of his father made him grow up. And no, I am definitely not pushing you towards him."

"Whatever, I'm going to go unpack." I grabbed my bags and headed upstairs.

"Do you need help carrying your bags?"

"No, they're actually pretty light."

"Bella, those things weigh like 30 pounds each."

"Dad, really, I'm fine." I then ran up the stairs before he could comment on anything else that was weird about her. I knew I was weird. I never really fit in anywhere. I always felt a little out of place where ever I went. The only time I ever felt like I belonged was when I went camping. The woods were her home. It was the only reason I came to Washington in the first place. The only reason I agreed to this ridiculous notion that I should live with my dad.

When my mother first mentioned it, I looked at her like I was crazy. "Mom, I don't even get along with Charlie."

"Well, then it's about time you got to know your father."

"I've seen him almost every holiday for the past two years. I think I know him pretty well." I heard my mom mumble something that sounded like 'that's what you think' but I ignored it and continued her rant. My mother told her that I was going and that was that. Nothing I could say or do would change her mind.

I sighed and put her clothes away. My room didn't change much in the past years. It's not like I was here to change anything. Like I said, I and Charlie were like two people from opposite sides of the world. They literally had nothing in common. I hated fishing, Charlie loved it. Charlie was obsessed with all things Indian; I found them to be stupid. I thought anyone who believed such crazy legends and stories deserved to be locked up in a mental institution. Of course Charlie had a love for the law. He never so much as Jay walked. I loved to break the rules. And last but not least, Charlie was a lover not a fighter. I had been in so many fights in my life, people used to think at my old school in Phoenix that I was in a gang or something. It didn't help that I had a very bad temper. Renee always told her that I got it from her father, but I had never ever seen Charlie lose it.

I had just collapsed on her bed when I heard voices from downstairs.

"Bella, come down and thank Billy for the truck." Charlie's voice wafted up the stairs. I swore and almost fell off the bed. Grace was not one of the things that, well, graced her. Yes, I loved to hike and camp. And when I was in the woods, I was very graceful, but if it required her to walk over a flat surface, I would fall flat on her face.

I got up and treaded carefully down the stairs holding on tightly to the banister for dear life. I made it to the bottom unscathed and walked into the kitchen where a man was sitting in a wheelchair with a very tall, very handsome young man behind him.

"Hello, Billy. Thank you for the truck." I said. I could have been talking to a stranger for how impersonal the thank you was. But I didn't care, I wasn't kidding when I said I didn't' feel comfortable around him. The man behind him was just staring at her. I threw him a glare and he frowned. I turned to Charlie.

"Charlie, I'm a little tired from the flight and the time change. I'm going to bed." With that I turned and was halfway up the steps when her father's voice made her stop.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. We've been invited to Billy's on Saturday for dinners so don't make any plans." I turned to glare at Charlie.

"Actually, I had plans for this weekend."

"What were they?"

"I was planning a little camping trip. I haven't been on a hike since this past summer. Living in a state whose idea of a forest is ten palm trees in a row was not nice. But it had sun, so it made up for something."

It was the strange man that spoke. And when he did, I knew instantly that I didn't like him. His voice held authority. He had this aura about him that made people want to listen to him. I didn't like it. "You shouldn't go in the woods by yourself. There are wild animals out there. It could be dangerous."

I snorted, "You think I'm afraid of a few wild animals? I grew up in Phoenix."

"People say there are giant wolves around these woods." Charlie said. Billy through him a glare.

"Wolves? I'm sorry to tell you, but the wolves would seem like puppies compared to what I'm used to."

"Bella, you are not going camping this weekend and that's final. Billy gave us his invitation and it would be rude to decline it."

"Charlie," I growled. "I am not going to La Push. I told you I don't like it there." Ok, that was a lie. I loved it there; I just wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. "I don't like it here. I'm only here till I can legally not be here. So let's not make this harder than it has to be."

I turned and ran back to my room and slammed the door.

Billy sighed and looked at Charlie. "I'm sorry, Charlie." Charlie shook his head. I sat pressed against the door listening.

"It's not your fault, Billy. It's Renee's. I'm afraid she's filled her head with all kind of nonsense. She didn't even want her to come up here for the summer. But Bella insisted she wanted a real forest for a change."

Billy asked someone, likely Jacob a question. "Would you mind waiting in the car for a min? I'll have Charlie bring me out when we're done talking."

"You haven't told Bella yet have you." It wasn't a question, but a statement. Told me what?

"Billy, she just got here. We also don't know for sure. She has always been somewhat of a problem child. You know that. I just don't want to go and throw her life for a loop if it's not going to happen."

"I'm sorry, Charlie."

"It's ok." What's okay?

"We'll be there on Saturday. You can be sure of it." He may be but I sure as hell won't and Charlie can't make me.