Hi there everyone, this is chapter 1. It's in Bella's point of view. There will be some chapters in Edward's point of view aswell, the first one should be couple of chapters away, but most of the story will be in Bella's. I'm thinking one might be in Alice's Point of view, but that wont be till later on in the story.
Chapter 1 – Happy Birthday BPOV
Beep Beep Beep Beep...
Urgh, Stupid Alarm Clock. I didn't want to wake up, knowing what dreadful day it was today, but I knew that I had to, I had things to take care of before the "big event". I squeezed my eyes tighter shut; remembering why I hated this day so much.
"Bella? Come on, wake up or your not going to have enough time", my mother Renee called cheerfully. Great. How could she be so happy? She knew I hated this day. It made it worse, her being so happy.
"Come on sleepy head, rise and shine", she said, pulling my quilt covers from over my head. How did she get into my room without me noticing? I must be too distracted. Renee walked over to the window and pulled the curtains apart, letting the blinding sun shine through.
"Mum, I'm quite capable to wake myself up in the morning", I complained, squinting at her so the sun didn't hurt my eyes too much.
"I know", she said with a teasing look in her eyes. "You just take too long. And besides, I made you breakfast. Happy Birthday Honey!" she squealed in delight. I rolled my eyes. I hate my birthday, and I hate receiving presents. 'Your Birthday comes just once a year, don't spoil the event' my mum would say if I complain. She loves any excuse to buy me something, but I never let her. Whenever I complain, she would always say that she never gets a chance to treat me, and because my birthday is a special reminder of my birth, she wants to treasure it. She would always tear up at the end, claiming that she was crying because she was happy I was brought into her life. She just knows that if she cries, she would get her way. I don't like it when my mother cries. To me, a person's birthday is just a reminder of the fact that you're getting older.
"Come on sweetie", Mum said "you need to have breakfast and get ready so you can go to town and buy party decorations." Damn, a party, that's worse. As if I need a party to celebrate the fact that I'm getting older. 'One year older, one year wiser' people would tell me. I would just roll my eyes at them. I didn't feel any wiser.
"Mum, why can't you go and get the decorations. It's my birthday after all. You should go". I said. I wanted an extra hour or so sleep, but I knew it was a wasted effort. I knew exactly what she was going to say.
"I'm too busy, and besides, I thought you hated people doing things for you." She said, with a wicked glint in her eye. She knew I had no argument. I sighed in defeat, climbed out of bed carefully and slowly made my way downstairs. The delicious smell of a full cooked breakfast wafted towards me making my stomach growl. No wonder she was too busy. She had got up earlier, just to make this meal, and I was truly grateful. It was the one thing worth getting out of my bed for on my birthday. I would make it myself more often, but I'm not that good a cook compared to mum, and besides, I had school to worry about. I hurried down the stairs faster to go and eat my breakfast.
"Morning Bells", a voice from the kitchen called.
"Dad?" I asked. What was he doing here?
Charlie lived in America. He was the chief of Police for the good old town of Forks, Washington. I hated going there. Too cold, and too wet. When Mum and dad were together, they lived in Forks. I was about two years old when they finally decided to have a divorce – mum said it was because they rushed into marriage – and then mum and me moved to England. I loved it here. We lived in Little Hampton, right by the sea. I would go there at the weekend with my best friend Angela, or with mum, and walk along the beach. I used to visit my dad once a year, but that eventually stopped when I turned 13 and since then he would spend two weeks here with me. He only came down for the Christmas Holidays.
"Dad, what are you doing here?" I asked. I was closer to my mum than I was with Charlie, because I spent so much time with her, but dad and I were more alike. I had the same colour eyes as him, a soft chocolate brown, and we were both shy and we both hated attention.
"Well, I thought I might come and surprise you for your 17th birthday." My eyes narrowed a bit as he said that – I hated surprises, as well as being told my age. "I already asked you mother about it, and she said it was great idea." He threw a quick glance at mum as he said this. She wasn't paying attention, too busy putting food onto plates.
"Oh, well, that's um, nice of you. Thank you." I smiled at him, causing him to blush. It was so funny teasing dad, so I came over to him and gave him a quick peck on the forehead, making him blush a deeper shade of red. Laughing, I took a seat next to him. Mum came over then with the plates, and placed them on the table gently. She then took a seat and we all began eating our breakfast. When I asked dad how long he'd been here for without my notice, he fidgeted in his seat, looking embarrassed.
"Er, well I've been here for a few days now. I'm staying at that hotel just down the road. I'm helping your mum organize things. We wanted to surprise you. You nearly saw me when you were walking home from school, I didn't realise that you walked that way, it nearly ruined everything." He laughed slightly, and we all joined in. I had thought I saw someone who looked like dad just yesterday, but when I looked again, he was gone. I thought I had just imagined it.
After everyone had finished, I excused myself and went upstairs to have a shower and get dressed. Once dried and dressed, I looked at my watch. 11:30 am. I was running a little late. The next bus to the town centre was in 5 minutes. I would have to go quickly to catch the bus. With a quick wave to my parents, I made my way up the hill to the closest bus stop. I was panting by the time I got there, but made it in the nick of time. The bus slowly pulled up to the stop, and I climbed on. After paying, I walked to the back of the bus and sat down. I turned my head to stare out the window. This day was going to be long.
The second chapter should be out soon, probably 2 days away max, depending if my laptop decides to be my friend...lol
So anyway, I would love some reviews on what people think. If I get more reviews, I'd probably be quicker to post the next chapter.
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