This is soooo not fair!, I thought to myself, pushing my way through the narrow walkway between the seats on the plane. I didn't wanna go live with Charlie. I hate rain, I hate how sunshine is a suprise and celebration there. I hate the cold. Last but not least, I hate Forks. I sighed, sitting down into my seat and attempting to make myself comfortable without success. I hated planes, too. I looked out the window, noticing the plane was beginning to gain speed. Groaning and clutching the armrests, I tilted my head upwards and squeezed my eyes close. When it came to planes I was a big baby. Don't think about being a million feet in the sky. Dont think about Final Destination. Scew my head, Don't think at all! Now that was creepy. I was debating with myself in my own head nowadays. I rummaged around in my new purse my mom bought me, pulling out my iPod. Music always seemed to calm me when nothing else in the world could. I stuck the ear pieces into my ear, and turned up the volume to one of my favorite songs. Popular by Nada Surf. Although it wasn't very much actually singing, I found myself humming along to it, increasing volume until I started belting out the lyrics before I realized it. "My mom says I'm a catch, I'm popular, I'm never last picked, I got a cheerleader chick." I giggled for what felt like the first time in my life and opened my eyes. The businessman next to me was staring at me with a annoyed glare, while a eight year old was leaning over the back over his seat, snickering at me. Hmpf. I glared at them both.

Within a couple of hours, the plane finally landed in Port Angeles. I looked out the small window and sighed. Naturally, it was raining. I was already terribly missing the sunshine. I managed to get myself off the plane without tripping over my own two feet. Needless to say, that was a miracle. I went three entire hours without causing myself accidental physical pain. But then again, I probably jinxed myself by even realizing that little fact. I was right. I tripped over a rock, and my body crashed into wet asphalt. Pain shot through my body and I groaned, pushing myself off the ground. My hands had slight scrapes, and after pushing up my black leggings, I realized my ankles did too. Much to my dismay, Charlie witnessed the entire thing and came running, helping me to my feet. I blamed his gene pool for infecting mine with clumsiness. Renee wasn't clumsy. I never seen her trip or even stumble my entire life. Charlie grabbed a bigger dufflebag that was weighing me down, and hugged me awkwardly. Neither of us were what you would call 'people persons.' We mostly kept to ourself. "Good to see you, Bells." Charlie smiled, and I managed to fake a smile back. "It's great to see you, Char-Dad!" The last couple of months, I had been faking happiness left and right, trying to convince my mother I wanted to move to Forks and live with Charlie. I learned that I had actually became good with acting.

The hour drive back to Forks was very, very awkward. Charlie obviously did not like talking. He'd answer my questions with one or two words. Granted, my sentences consisted of stupid things like 'What do you think of the weather?' and 'When do I start school.' Hmpf. At least I wouldn't have to worry about him prying into my personal life. We pulled up in the driveway, and I immediately noticed a old red chevy parked out front. "Billy's here?" I asked, squinting through the rain to see if I could see him. "No, honey. Actually, I bought you a truck. I want you to be happy here." "Thanks, Charlie." I managed weakly, looking at the thing. The Thing. It had possibilites as a nickname. I climbed out of the chief's cruiser, holding my hand over my eyes to keep the rain from blinding me. It wasn't all that bad. The truck was one of those affairs that could survive a nuclear bomb. It was good and sturdy. I could use that in a car. I had never been the best driver in rain, so at least I knew I wasn't in much danger as I would be in something more classy like a itty bitty corvette.

I shivered and followed Charlie into the house. It hadn't changed much in the three years since I had been there. He carried my bags upstairs to my room, and left me to unpack. Even my room looked the same as it did last, but it thankfully wasn't covered in a layer of dust. Not to mention the single bed I used to have there was replaced by a double. I sat down in the old rocking chair in the corner and surveyed my room. It was time to Bella-tize the place. Show some woman interference. I unzipped the biggest duffle bag I owned. It was pack full of clothes, posters, and a little bit of makeup. I pulled out the posters, spreading them out across my bed and decided which to place where. I placed the My Chemical Romance poster over my bed, then taped AFI to my closet door. I proceeded on until all the posters I owned were hung up. I would have to ask Charlie to buy some tolerable red paint to paint my room with. Light pink just didn't do it for me anymore. I was no longer a pink loving toddler, no way.

I grumbled, moving back to my bed and grabbed a armful of hangers and tops, and went to the closet. A hour later, I was left with nothing to do. I had hung up my shirts, folded my jeans and put them into the drawer, set up my makeup on the vanity, and removed my Hello Kitty bedspread and replaced it with my black and white multicolored skulls bedspread. I stuffed the Hello Kitty bedspread into the middle of the closet, and pulled a pair of pajamas out. I had a pair for every day of the week, but my Pirates of the Caribbean pajamas were my favorite. It consisted of maroon shorts with the PotC skull with swords logo, and then had a black and white striped tank with Yo-Ho! written on the front. I had a small fetish with pirate-y things. Crossbone skulls were just too cute.

I grabbed my bag of bathroom necessities and walked to the bathroom that I had to share with Charlie. I wasn't too happy about sharing a bathroom with him, but I didn't have much of a choice. I glanced at myself in the mirror and winced. my skin looked dull, like the constant sky of Forks, Washington. I spent over a half hour in the hour, half of which I was just standing under the hot water, and dressed into my pajamas for bed, brushed my teeth and hair, and went back to my room, sinking down on my bed. I was already depressed. I missed the sun, I missed the heat of Arizona, and I missed my mom. I sighed, continuously changing position on the bed, but I couldn't get comfortable. I thought the rain beating on the roof would eventually drive me insane. I pulled my old earmuffs out of the drawer next to the bed and placed them over my ears. The beating rain always annoyed me during visits, so I learned to keep a extra pair of earmuffs at Charlie's, just in case I ever forgot mine. Good thing too, since my other pair were stuffed into an old box at the bottom of my closet back in Phoenix. I shivered involuntarily and yanked my comforter to my neck, my teeth chattering. My body wasn't used to Fork's low temperatures. It yearned for the smoldering heat waves of Phoenix, of home.

I was too jetlag to cry, otherwise I would've by now. I really didn't want to think about tomorrow. I watched television, I know what happened to new kids on their first day of a new school. People would gossip, and stare at me all day curiously. I didn't mind attention, but I didn't want the entire school bugging me relentlessly all day. Back in phoenix, I had a bunch of friends. I was a part of the crowd, even if the ground I was a part of consisted of what people called 'emo kids.' Don't get me wrong, I'm not emo, and neither were my friends. We just dressed in black a lot and wore clothes outside of the brands like Aeropostale and Hollister. I perfered buying my clothes from Hot Topic. Now, their clothes and merchandise were much more to my tastes. Besides, I liked to stand out like a sore thumb back in Phoenix. I always felt it made me more unique than the blonde Abercrombie bimbo barbies that littered the place.

I heard Charlie coming up the stairs, probably to check on me. I turned on my side, and bundled up into the covers, quickly closing my eyes and feigning sleep. I heard the door crack open as Charlie peered in to make sure I was where I was supposed to be, then silently closed the door and walked into his room. I sighed, turning over on my bed once again. It was official, I detested Forks. I hated the place with a passion. I didn't wanna be here and due to the lightning lighting up the sky, it obviously didn't want me and my negativity here either. I closed my eyes, trying to will myself into sleep by imagining myself back in Phoenix, sitting up and drinking cold chocolate while watching my season DVD's we both liked, like One Tree Hill or Dark Angel. Finally I fell into a light dreamless slumber.

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I do not own Twilight, sadly. It belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

Thanks to my bish, Kex, for inspiration. Without her, this story wouldn't exist, and I would've probably never again be tempted to make a fic. LOVE YOU KEX!!! 3