Set Fire To The Rain

Hey everyone this is my new story, I know I haven't written for a few years but things have happened and life gets in the way but I'm back and I have a lot of new stuff to share with everyone.

Chapter One

This Is Me.

My name is Isabella Swan and I'm 17 years old, I lived in California with my mum and step father Phil and I have done for the last fifteen years. I'm just about to start my course at collage to get my degree in writing, I've always loved books and one day I will be writing my own. These last two years have been a struggle with my Mom fighting breast cancer but after she lost her fighting battle a month ago, I couldn't believe I had agreed to go and live with my Dad Charlie in Forks but I couldn't stay here anymore not with all the memories and pain California held, after losing my Mom to cancer.

Phil had offered to stay with me in California so I could be close to my Mom but I knew it had made him unhappy this past month so I agreed to spend some time with my Dad in Forks.

After conforming my college transfer to Forks I started packing up and loading the car up I said my final goodbyes to our house and to Phil, by the time I got into the car I was an uncontrollable mess, I need to get myself together and get driving.

I pulled away from our home and left for my eight hour drive to San Francisco, were I planned to stop over night at a motel to rest.

Through these eight hours I had time to think and sort my head out, I needed to be in the right head space and I didn't want Charlie to be worried about me, that was the last thing I needed.

Finally after eight hours I had arrived at the motel, It didn't look to bad really, after checking into the motel I grabbed my bag from the car and went to my room for the night.

After getting showered and dressed in my night clothes I sat in front of the dressing table mirror, I really didn't recognize the girl staring back at me, she had black bags under her eyes, her skin was to pale, way to pale for a girl who live in sunny California, she look drained and lost and I had to look away because I didn't like what I was looking at, I brushed through my hair quickly and moved to the bed, I turned on the telly and look to see what was on I settled on breakfast at tiffany's, my Mom loved that film.

My belly grumbled so I picked up the room service menu and ordered a chicken burger and chips with a bottle of wine.

Thirty minutes later and there was a knock on the door, I got out of bed and opened the door, there stood a youngish boy with greasy black hair and he had spots covering most of his face.

Augh great, way to you off of your food.

"Here you go ma'" He said politely passing me.

"Thank you." I said smiling as he left.

I shut the door and went to sit back on the bed with my tray of food, for a motel the food look amazing.

I slowly picked at my food, not feeling as hungry anymore, so I pushed the tray away and got under the covers and finished off the bottle of wine.

Buzz buzz buzz buzz

"Hey, Dad." I said answering my phone.

"Hey, Baby girl, you doing okay?"

"Yeah, I'm getting there, Dad." I said trying to be convincing but failing terribly.

"You will get there baby girl." He said hopeful.

It went silent for a long while, but it was a comfortable silence.

"Have you sorted out your collage transfer?" He asked.

"Yeah, all sorted Dad."

"Okay, Bells, well I'll see you tomorrow evening." He said.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow, Dad."

"I love you Bells."

"I love you to, Dad." I said before cutting off.

It was half ten already, I better get to bed as I have an early start tomorrow.

I snuggled up in bed and feel into a restless sleep.

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ

I grabbed my phone and hit dismiss on my phone alarm, augh its five clock, I have always hated early morning so I relentlessly got out of bed and started getting ready, after showering and dressing I ordered some toast.

I looked at my phone it was half six, I grabbed my bags and headed to the front office and picked up my toast and to pay up after I headed to my car.

I decide to enjoy this half of my journey, I mean who can say they have travelled all this way I mean I need to make the most of this trip, so I grabbed my iPhone and connected it to my mini cooper and Beautiful by Dappy's started to play.

After four hours of driving, I need to fuel up, I stopped at the first petrol station I came across and I got out of my Mini, then put the pump in. I stood there in a daze until the pump started to click.

I grabbed some snacks while I was in there and paid before leaving, I got back into my car and left.

Four more hours until I was Home, could I call it home? Because my real home is back in California, could I ever go back? Was the answer to that really No but after selling the house I grow up in what was left there for me really? Nothing, the person who made California home was gone, it wouldn't be the same without her, so I guess this is my new home.

Could I really call Forks my home?