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Chapter 1: Moving

Moving. Something that I'm not exactly thrilled about. I mean who would want to move away from sunny, beautiful Phoenix, Arizona to gloomy, depressing Forks, Washington. But, if it means letting my mom enjoy her new marriage to Phil then I guess it's worth the move.

My name is Isabella Marie Swan, but I prefer to just be called Bella. I have a heart shaped face with boring brown hair and eyes, pale skin, and a fashion sense that would probably make a fashion stylist cry.

My mom Renee recently got married to Phil, a minor league baseball player, who is a little younger than she is, and constantly has to travel a lot due to his career. Since he travels so much my mom stays with me at home while he's working. Knowing that this doesn't make her very happy I decided to visit my dad so she'll be able to travel with him.

And now I'm packing all my stuff and dreading the move to this

boring little town. The last time I'd been to Forks was when I was five and I don't really remember much about it, only that it was small and very dull and cloudy. I hadn't seen my father since then, but still talked to him from time to time over the phone. I had taken to calling him Charlie when I talked to my mom about him though. I knew it wasn't a good thing, since my mom warned me about not calling him by his first name when I talked to him. I especially had to watch out for that now that I was going to go live with him. It wasn't the same thing though, always making it a little awkward when we had a conversation. But it made it better to know that he cared instead of just calling because he had to.

This is why I hated moving though! I never liked the idea of leaving my stuff behind. Even if they weren't things I needed, I always made up an excuse of why I would need it in the future. (I think my teddy bear fit into this situation.)

So here I was an hour behind schedule trying to refrain from yelling at my mom after the fifth time she'd yelled at me to hurry up.

"Bella! You're going to be late if you don't hurry up!" Make that the sixth time.

"I know mom! Give me two minutes and I'll be right down!" I yelled back. I wasn't exactly in a very good mood at the moment.

As fast as I could I threw the last of my shirts into my small suitcase and zipped it up. Running, I grabbed my other suitcase off my bed and hurried down the stairs.

"Sheesh Bells, were you packing your bed and desk too?" my mom mumbled, helping me with one of my suitcases.

"Well, I was thinking about it but I couldn't since you yelled for me to hurry up every two seconds." I said sarcastically. I tended to be sarcastic when I wasn't happy.

My mom gave me a look as she passed me to go outside and start the car. "No need to be mean. I just don't want you to be late. Come on, get your stuff in the car and we can go."

Sighing I went outside and got into the car. As we drove off, I looked at the house that had been my home since I was little. The garden my mom had tried to grow when it was one of the many hobbies she had wanted to do that month. She never watered the plants enough though; making them wither the first couple of days they started sprouting. I could see the swing she had put up for me since I was eight. The way I loved to swing on it lightly as I read a good book.

As the house got smaller and smaller I turned back and just stared out the window. I thought about the things I would miss from Phoenix. The sun mostly, warming me in a way that only nature was capable of doing.

"K hon, here we are." My mom said, bringing me out of my thoughts and making me realize that I had zoned out for the whole car ride to the airport.

"You know I really am gonna miss you. You don't have to go Bella. I'm fine with how things are and I don't mind staying home, sweetheart." My mom said softly as she turned off the car and turned to face me. Her face was sad and that made me tear up a bit. But I knew this decision was a good one for both her and I. She got to spend time with Phil and I would get to see my dad.

So I put on a brave face and said, "Oh, come on mom. You and I both know that you really miss Phil when he's away. You just got married and you should be with him."

"I know", she said a bit teary eyed herself. "I'm just really going to miss you…and your cooking." She laughed, trying to lighten up the mood a bit.

I giggled, "I'm going to miss you too mom. Now come on or I really am going to miss my flight."

Ten minutes later I had hugged my mom goodbye, checked in my bags, given the lady my ticket, and was now waiting for my flight to be announced.

As I waited for the plane to take off, I sat and thought about how nothing exciting would happen in Forks. Cold, wet, and rain were just not in my vocabulary for favorite weather. "Good afternoon ladies and gentleman, we will now take flight so please turn off your phones, fasten your seatbelts and have a great trip!" Sighing, I quickly texted my mom telling her the plane was about to take off and turned off my phone, putting it in the carry-on bag I had brought. My unexciting adventure was about to begin.