Ok, so Bella might seem a bit OOC, but since this is just a fan fiction, it doesn't matter. Anyways, this is my second story, so I hope you guys enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, sadly :'(.
My plane landed at the airport after too long, and I scanned the crowd, searching for Charlie, my dad. Finally, I see a sign with my name on it and I walk towards it.
I haven't seen my father in years, since I left Forks because of the Cullens. You see, since kindergarten, they have made my life horrible for no reason, They slapped, punched me, and ruined my pride. After eighth grade, I couldn't take it anymore. I begged my dad to let me move back to Phonix with my mom.
Now, after three years, I am back, in flesh and blood, standing in front of the cozy two story house I used to come home to. Back in the same room I have shed hundreds of tears and almost bawled my eyes out. I am back, and want revenge.
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
Could Monday morning alarms get any more annoying? I struggle to get ready, to prove the kids at Forks High how much Reekbella and Smella has changed.
I recall having unruly and uncontrollable brown hair with brown eyes. I was weak, overweight, and defenseless. Now, I am slim, black belt in kung fu, and tough. My hair is now straighter with the ends dipped blue and purple, my favorite colors.
I put on a light blue tee, blue skinny jeans, and black converse. My hair is down and the bottom is curled. When ready, I hurry downstairs, eating a granola bar and an orange.
But before I left the house, preparing to walk to school, Charlie thew me a pair of keys. I looked at him with confusion. He points outside and I walk out the driveway to see a faded red pickup truck.
"Oh my gosh, is this for me? I love it!" I hug Charlie, who turns immediately into a bright shade of red.