I sat on the cold metal benches at the airport watching the heavy rain bouncing up off the road, a typical sight here in Forks. I thought about my daughter's decision, about her want to return to this constantly cloud-covered, small town, you could understand my confusion when I received the phone call, after all, she never chose to hide her dislike for Forks.
And there she was, stumbling out of the gate; I paused for a moment awkwardly before steadying and giving her a quick hug.
"It's good to see you Bells." I smiled taking her bags and leading the way to the car.
"I found a good car for you, really cheap," Since Bella had expressed her feelings about being driven around in a police car I had been asking around.
"How cheap is cheap?"
"Well, honey, I kind of already bought it for you, as a homecoming gift." I said awkwardly, staring out at the scenery, for all the rain and dull weather the scenery was magnificent. I pulled up in front of the house where the faded red truck was parked. Bella thanked me for the truck while I helped take her things upstairs and left her to unpack.
Downstairs, I collapsed onto the old sofa in the corner of the room, looking around at the small family room, a sofa, a television and a fireplace, the necessities. Above the fireplace sat a few old pictures one in particular caught my eye, it was of my daughter Bella, just moments after her birth, this got me thinking. My wife Renee left with Bella a few months after she was born, Bella would visit every summer, until the age of fourteen when she demanded I visit her in Phoenix instead.
Bella had moved from the busy city of Phoenix where she was surrounded by close friends and family to Forks. A small town with a small population, the kids of Forks High School had grown up together, I hoped she would fit in, meet some friends.
The following afternoon, I returned from work to find Bella hidden away in her room, not wanting to interrupt I went back to my usual boring routine. I found some tinned food and used what I could to put together some form of meal for the two of us.
"So," I twiddled my fork around the mismatched plate of food. "How was your first day of school?"
Bella shrugged, "it was school."
"Meet any new friends,"
She shrugged again, "I guess. I met a few nice people." She cleared the table and disappeared upstairs to her room again.