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The Lone Flower
Chapter 1:
"Bella you're going and that's final!" mum yelled at me, her voice thunderous like thunder on a stormy night. It reminded me of being a kid and hiding under the table with my hands over my ears one night through a blackout when we had a tremendous storm with a massive downpour and thunder ear-piercingly loud.
"Well just remember, I hate you!" I shouted back with just as much rage as her.
I replayed the events over and over again through my mind the day my mum told me she was sending me to the loneliest, exiled place in the whole of Washington – Forks, ew.
The plane ride was short, but it felt like it took ages and when I got there Charlie – my father – was waiting for me at the airport. He smiled at me, forcefully and helped load my bags into the car. The car ride had awkward silence which Charlie filled with attempts at talking every so often, sometimes he grunted but as I looked out the window, shapes danced 'round and 'round in front of my eyes. I could make out some facial features, but they were playing tricks on me. Stupid ghosts, I thought to myself annoyed.
He pulled up to the house, it was the same house he married my mother in, had me and got divorced in. There were trees upon trees lining the perimeter of the back yard. It was forest from there on out but most of Forks was a forest anyway, not that it mattered, they were probably sending me to some sort of funny farm eventually. Ergh.
I walked up to my room, bags in hand, Charlie helped take them up. "The sales lady picked out the bed stuff," he said awkwardly.
"Yeah, I noticed," I replied as I looked around and seen it was all pink. Gross. "Thanks." I was trying to be polite.
"I'll let you settle, errr, in," he said seeming uncomfortable. He walked back out the door and down the stairs, probably watching the footy.
I opened my bags where my neatly folded and organised clothes were. I organised them by colour and garment and what outfit matches what. I slowly put them in the wardrobe.
Then my vision went black.
