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Forks. My, now, hometown. Was I happy about it? Not at all. But I knew it was for the best. The sad look on my dad's face stuck in the back of my mind since the day me and my mom left and moved in with her new husband. Moving in with my dad would mean I would make him happy. And that's all I wanted for him, happiness. The ride in the car with Charlie, my dad, was silent. We had an hour ride from the airport to his house, and we now had 10 minutes left. My nose was stuck in the book entitled A Child Called It. It happened to be my favroite book at the moment, for it kept me from having any sort of 'talking' with my dad. I was never one to really talk. I guess you can say I picked up that quality from my dad. And also my very, very clumsy personality. It sometimes seems like I can't walk on a flat ground without finding something to trip over.
Before I knew it, we were pulling into the dirt driveway of my 'new' home, I guess you can say. But it wasn't exactly new because I've lived there before. Seeing it again brought back so many memories from my, and I use this term loosely, great, childhood. My dad turned the engine off and turned to face me. His lips twitched lightly up into a warm smile.
"You were oftly quiet during the car ride. Everything alright?" I looked at him with a bright smile; the best fake one I could muster up, before exiting the car.
"I'm fine dad. I guess I'm just nervous about being back." OK, so that wasn't a complete lie. I'm not too fond of lying to my parents. Not because I'm not good at it, just because it's direspectul. Yeah, I know. How many teenagers care about being respectful? But, I'm what you can call old fashion, I guess you can say. I can't really think of another term for it.
"Well I'm certainly glad your back Bella. I've missed you." I was surprised to hear him say that. He doesn't usually express his emotions. Another quality I picked up from him. But, I made him feel a bit more comfortable by replying with a soft smile.
"Well I'm glad to be back. I've missed you too." OK, so now I felt that same akwardness that I'm almost certain he felt.
After I grabbed my two duffel bags, I turned to the house and eyed it suspiciously. Giving a sigh of acceptance, I walked toward the wooden front steps that my dad previously went up. They looked as if they had just been replaced. Either that, or the darkness that came from them was from the rain Forks previously had; well yesterday. I'm going to go with the second one. Charlie never really fixed anything. He was usually working. Being a cop is always hard work, he would always say. What can be so hard about sitting in an office with a donut? Forks never had any type of crime. Well, since I can remember, anyway. Reaching the front door, I turned the knob, hearing that squeaking sound it always made.
The room looked the same as it always had. Nothing changed. Except the old blue couch was replaced with a velvet red one. Nice dad, suits you well.
"Just place your stuff over there for now. Unless you want to get packed and settled upstairs." My dad poked his head out from the kitchen. It wasn't exactly a question, from the way I heard it. More of a 'OK your here, now I've had enough of you so get out of my sight' sort of thing. But I can be wrong ya know. Yeah, I'm more then likely wrong.
"I'll just go get unpacked. I've got a long day ahead of me tomorrow, with school and all." See, my dad thought it'd be just a brilliant idea to enroll me in school already. If it were up to me, I wouldn't be in school. I'd be at a beach, more then likely. Yeah, that doesn't sound like me at all. But I'd rather be anywhere then school, that's for sure. Making new friends wasn't really my thing. But I mean I guess I'm going to have to get used to it, right? Oh well. I just want it to go as smooth as humanly possible.
I entered my room. Everything, and I mean everything was exactly the same as it was when I was little. My yellow rocking chair still sat in the corner of the small room. My bed still to the right of the window, with it's pink ruffled blanket on it. Man, my dad has some serious issues with letting go of my childhood. Either that, or he just never bothered going in this room again. There was a knock at the door.
"Come in." I sighed and plopped myself down on my bed. It was still the most extraordinarily soft mattress I've ever sat on in my life.
"Hey Bell. I'm just letting you know that I'm about to leave. I got called in to the office. Do you want me to pick you up dinner or anything?" My dad tries, I'll give him that. He really truly was a great guy.
"No thanks dad, I'm fine really." I offered him a reassuring smile and gave him a small, pathetic at that, wave.
"Alright. Well I'll be back sometime tonight. I hate leaving you alone, but I really have to go." He walked toward me, his oots clanking on the hardwood floor. He gave me a tiny peck on the head and walked out. Finally, some privacy. I the type that really doesn't mind being alone. So with Charlie gone, I'm absolutely fine with that.