[FaithCullen]

I just thought of this in my head! I hope you all enjoy.

Chapter 1- Old Memories, New Beginnings

I gathered what was left of my belongings, put them into an old box, and taped it up. I scanned my room for anything that I might have missed, but I could see nothing. This was my last night in Boston, and I didn't want to forget anything crucial. Tomorrow, I would be making my way to the place I've always called home, Forks. A small town in Washington, a town always with constant cloud cover and rain, but that's what I loved about it.

I stood up and brushed off my jeans, and looked around. I'd miss Boston, of course. I had made many friends after living here for ten short years. But, Forks is where I would be calling home, once again.

I stepped toward my closet, when I realized what I nearly left behind. A small shoe box stood on a shelf, pushed all the way near the back. Covered in marker that has nearly faded over time, I smiled. I remembered this box, made on the last day I spent in Forks with my best friend. I didn't see her much, so she put things in the box for me to remember her by. She had lived in Arizona, and only spent a few weeks in Forks each summer.

I stood on my tip toes to reach it, only being about 5'3". I grabbed it and pulled it down. On top of the box it said best friends forever, in our sloppy handwriting that came with our age. I smiled, and sat down on my bed and pulled the lip open. I hadn't opened it since that night in Forks, almost nearly forgetting I had it in my possesion. I gave her one too, each box decorated by the opposite party. Her name was Isabella Swan. I hadn't even thought about her name until just now.

Inside were memories we had made. A card, Bella had given to me for my 10th birthday, the day before we had moved to Boston. A book of stickers we had collected over the years, and a charm bracelet, that had best dangling from it. She had kept the other half and put it in her shoe box. Pictures of us, taking at La Push beach, the Indian Reservation that was located just outside of town. There was a boy in the picture with us, but I could not bring myself to remember his name. Another picture of her and I, holding a fishing pole, obviously trying to catch a fish. Our dad's had always taken us fishing together when we were kids, in hopes of getting us to love their hobby as much as they did.

A tear welled up in my eye as I remembered these days. I missed Bella. We had promised to stay best friends forever, but the move had torn us apart. I wondered if she still spent her summer's in Forks, just as she always had when she was a kid, or if she stayed in Arizona with her mom. Her crazy mother. I had only met her one time in my life, but it had been one of the most amazing days of my life.

I turned off the light and changed in pajama's, throwing the pair of dirty clothes off to the side. I lied down in bed, and wondered about what Bella was up to now, wondering if she was thinking the same.

I'm Raelynn Jocelyn Berg, just an ordinary girl. I had light auburn hair, that flowed past my shoulders and vibrant green eyes. The way I dressed matched my personality. Not too basic, but just enough kick to make it worth anything. I was relocating to Forks to work at a law firm in Port Angeles, a town an hour away from home.

As I kept thinking about Bella, I drifted into a dream like state, although it felt too real. I knew something was different about my best friend, and my dreams were giving it away. The dream plagued me throughout the night.

[hayley]

This beginings good. I like your grammer and use of vocabulary.

But is it going to change to Bella's point of view soon, or is it staying in Raelynn's?

Please update soon.