A/N Hi this is my second fan fiction. and i pearsonally think its five times better than my first. so hope you like it!!
I hummed along to my blue I-pod while packing my stuff. Forks. Forks, Washington. I absolutely loath it. But its not like I actually have another choice. My mother has already gotten married to Phil. ugh! So I'm going to go see my father- My REAL father- In Forks. Fun……
"Hurry Bella! Your flight leaves in less than an hour!" my mother yelled from the bottom of the stairs.
We were now at the airport. "Are you sure, honey? You don't have to go! You can stay at home. We will call you every week!" my mother begged for the millionth time in less than an hour. I absolutely love my harebrained mother, but…… she's better off without me.
"Mom for one, too late my plane is about to leave in five minutes. And two, I'm seventeen, I cant stay by myself for that long, nor do I want to." I said as I rolled my eyes at her. Her and Phil are going on a world tour for his base ball career. He finally made the big league. I don't know why though. He isn't that good.
"But, Bella honey, are you sure?"
I'm getting a little tired of this same answer I've given her for the past million times she has asked that exact same question. But I repeated it anyways.
"Yes, mother, I'm absolutely sure." I gave her one quick kiss on the cheek as a reassurance and turned to sprint up the walk to the plane. I turned once giving her a quick wave, and she complied shaking her hand franticly in every direction. I laughed silently to myself then took my seat. I'm going to miss her. My best friend. My mother. I sighed and leaned back into my seat. I have a long enough journey I can easily sleep. With that I ordered my drink of sprite and stuffed the rotten airplane peanuts in the back of the seat and dozed off into a happy dream of Arizonan heat.
No such luck. I woke up to rain coming down in buckets against the window. What happened to rainbows, sunshine, and the beach? I groaned inwardly and slightly stretched my arms in the cramped seating arrangement. The intercom came on a few minutes later, saying that we were almost to Port, Angeles and to enjoy our stay… blah blah blah. Once the plane landed I got off and searched for the familiar gruffy face of my father in the crowd. He smiled and waved at me. Not as enthusiastically as my mother, but I don't mind. Neither of us like really to show a lot of feelings. I couldn't help but smile as I strode towards him, he looked so darn happy to see me! So I smiled and waved a hand back at him. When I made it to him I gave him a huge hug, that I think caught him off guard, because he stiffened and rubbed the back of my arm awkwardly. I let go and put on a bright smile to try to fade away the gloominess. Might as well make the best of it. We went and found my bags. Then, we were off to Forks in his old police cruiser. The whole way up was silent but I didn't mind. It gave me more time to think to myself. Then Charlie interrupted the silence.
"Bella, what would you say if I bought you a vehicle?" he asked cautiously while sneaking a glance at me. I thought about this.
"Well, I would say first what kind of "vehicle" and , "Awe, dad you shouldn't have."" I said to him. Please let it be cheap! Please let it be cheap! I chanted over and over in my head.
"Well, it's a truck…… nice'n sturdy. Just what you need. Actually pretty nice." he said now staring intently at a drop of water making its way down the front window shield.
"How much was it." I asked a little nervous.
"It was almost free. I got it from a friend. Billy Black, remember him? You used to play with his kids. Jacob, and , o, I can't remember his girls names but them too?" he asked trying to change the subject.
Hmmm… I do remember him. We were both too shy to actually talk to each other though. He was nice.
"Yeah, I remember, any ways, how much is 'almost free'?" I asked catching the almost.
"Well," Charlie began, "It was only like four hundred dollars. Cheap for a car-truck, I mean, really." he said. I shrugged.
"Dad?" I asked.
"Yeah?"
"Why did he give it to you in such great condition so cheap?" I asked now reading his facial expressions. Smooth to rumpled.
"Well. He was in an accident and lets just say he cant necessarily drive anymore." he said quietly. That ended the conversation.
After what seemed like hours we pulled into the little drive way leading to the same old white house with the tree leading up to my old rooms window. I might have to do some changes, but… maybe once I'm settled in. yeah later. My eyes wander anxiously across the lawn to a rusty old red truck. It was rough looking but oddly, I fell in love with it at first sight. I could feel my eyes bug out of my skull, and my jaw drop to the ground. I saw a meaty hand wave in front of my face. I blinked a couple times then turned my head to see a worried looking Charlie.
"You don't like it do you?" he asked solemnly. I rolled my eyes at his insecurity. "Are you kidding Cha- Dad? I love it!" I practically yelled, as I tackled him into a hug still from inside of the car. Again he awkwardly patted the back of my arm. I let go.
"So, dad, do you mind if I take it out for a test drive later?" I asked wriggling my eyebrows at him. He shook his head and laughed as he said,
"Sure, test drive, or looking at the town?" he asked. I pursed my lips then replied.
"I think a little of both." he smiled as I got out of the car. He didn't though. I turned around and furrowed my eyebrows at him. He rolled down the window then said.
"Bella, I'm going to work till eleven tonight, so you get to unpack in peace. And- OH! I forgot, if your still as clumsy as I remember you being, then try not to get lost, I left you a map of the town on the counter ok?" he said finishing his speech.
"Kay, dad. Bye!" I waved at him as he pulled out. He waved back then was gone. Well I better get inside before it starts raining again. It just stopped. I thought as I realized I was still standing there with bags in hand. I strutted inside feeling the new pride of being a vehicle owner. As I passed through the kitchen I realized that the kitchen cabinets were still painted yellow at Renee's attempt to bring sunshine into this dreary little town. I passed it with a smile. Then clomped up the stairs to my room. Still painted blue with the yellow curtains hanging limply over the window centered on the opposite wall. I sighed and dropped my bags on the bed. Then fell on it myself, smacking my head in the process. Stupid Wall! I moaned and moved into a different position. Later when I had dinner made for Charlie, I was unpacked, and looked at the town in my pretty new truck, I fell asleep wondering what tomorrow will hold.
I dreamt that night maybe what was the weirdest dream EVER! I was in a little black room. It was empty . I searched around the room, spinning in a circle a few times. I looked to the floor and there were white, glowing feathers sprayed around everywhere. These were the most beautiful feathers I've probably ever seen! I looked to the ceiling and spun around once more to find the cause that would let such magnificent feathers fall. I still couldn't find the cause. Then I caught a glimpse of more feathers on my back. Then out of nowhere a huge mirror about five times my size popped up. I stood in shock. Not at the coincidence that a mirror that could easily squish me popped out of nowhere, no, but at what I saw in the mirror. I saw me, obviously, but I also saw two long, silky, beautiful, wings, attached to the figure in the mirror. Then I woke up.
Later when I made breakfast for Charlie and got ready, I found myself looking at my reflection in the mirror, wondering if I would stand out. Well I guess ill find out soon enough. I grabbed my bag off of the counter and my cell phone that Renee insisted that I get because it was hard to call from Phoenix. I ran down to my rusty beast of a truck and hopped in.
"Gah!" yelled as once again the overly noisy truck caught me off guard. Then sped as fast as my truck could go to the school. There was nobody there when I pulled up though. I guess I'm just early. I walked into the little building that on the top marked "OFFICE" in bold red letters. As I opened the door the wind whipped my hair along with it. But apparently the lady at the desk didn't notice. As I walked up to her desk I saw it was crowded with papers, and bright colorful flyers. I stopped in front of the desk. She still didn't notice. I looked down at what she was doing to see if it was important or if I could make myself known. I glanced down to see a chocolate bar in one hand and a romance novel in the other, named, "Fantasies" in fancy letters. I would rather not think too much into it. I cleared my throat, and she jumped then stashed the book. She looked up at me and smiled. A goofy smile instantly slapped across my face. When she smiled she had bits of chocolate stuck in between her teeth then smudged on the side of her mouth.
"Hi, I'm a new student here." I said still slightly giggling.
"Um, your name please?" she said while twirling her frizzy fed hair with one finger.
"Oh, um Bella Swan." I stated.
"OH! Isabella! We have been waiting for you!" I caught how she said "we" I guess that means the school already knows.
"Bella, please." I corrected her as she handed me my schedules. I walked out of the building then looked to the parking lot which was now full. When the door closed behind me all eyes directly shot to me. I felt the warmth of a blush creeping up on my cheeks as I let my head hang. Everybody just kept staring at me. My mother had always said I was inhumanly beautiful. Then I saw a family of absolutely gorgeous people. They were all abnormally pale and had gold eyes. I almost tripped when I saw the most gorgeous of all. Or so I thought. Was a tall bronze haired beauty. I hope he didn't notice.
Later at lunch I was sitting at a table in the middle of the room making small talk with people who's names I completely forgot the second after they introduced themselves. All I could remember was frizzy haired girl who talks too much, and the strange Blondie that somewhat reminds me of a golden retriever.