I stood there looking at the sign. My mother stood beside me as Phil unloaded my bags from the car. The tears were working their way down my cheeks, and nothing would stop them. I felt useless, unloved, uncared for. It was slowly starting to snow but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore. I held onto the bracelet that my father, Charlie, got me for my 5th birthday. It was simply a silver heart and chain but it meant the world to me. I stood there for what seemed to be hours looking at the huge sign and building that was to be my new home. "Racine Preparatory School." I was being moved out into the middle of nowhere in Wisconsin. Once all my bags were unloaded we made our way into the building. Room 104. My new home for the next 2 1/2 years. We got to the elevator and waited for one to come. Doesn't it seem like these take forever to come. Every ding that it made signaling its decent was like a stab to my heart. Why is my mom making me come here? Does she not want to deal with me? Those were the thoughts going through my mind until the final ding came and the most beautiful set of green eyes appeared from it. From that moment on my life changed. Forever.
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Maybe I should start from the beginning. My name is Isabella Marie Swan. Bella for short. I grew up my whole life in Forks, WA. A tiny town where you knew everyone and it always rained. It's quaint and unknown so there isn't many tourists, but that's the way I liked it. I lived my whole life with my father, Charlie. We were just alike. Both of us were quiet and didn't really express ourselves. Charlie was the chief of police. In a small town you don't expect much to go wrong now do you? Well in one day that can change.
It was a normal October day. It was drizzling outside and I had just gotten home from school. I began dinner as a usually did and by the time I was done preparing it it was 4:30. I put everything in the oven and the phone rang. I went to answer it and Charlie had called to say that he would be late because there was a robbery at one of the local shops. I wasn't really worried because Charlie was a great cop and also it probably wasn't anything big. I told him I would put his food in the microwave and I assured him I would be fine. He always worried that we never spent enough time together. I hung up and went on doing my homework, and dinner was ready by 5:45. I ate mine and saved some for Charlie and put the rest in the fridge. Everything seems normal right? Wrong.
While I was sitting at home doing nothing but homework and wrapping up dinner Charlie was dying. He was the only one that went to check the robbery out. This is the story that the police thought had happened.
Charlie drove to the store and all the lights were out. He walked in and had his gun ready but before he could even do anything the man that robbed the place shot him. Since it was dark he couldn't see where he had shot Charlie and then ran. He probably thought that he killed him, but sadly no. Charlie was shot right above his heart. Not close enough to kill him, but not far enough away to save him. He sat there on the cold floor in excruciating pain for 3 hours. Finally another police man came to see what had happened since he didn't hear anything from Charlie. He found him on the floor barely breathing. By the time the ambulance came it was to late. Charlie was barely breathing and was not stable to go in for surgery.
It was now 8:30 and I was sitting at home. Not a word from Charlie and I was worried. He has never stayed out this late on the job. I called the station but no answer. I called 3 more times and on the 3rd try someone answered. I asked for my father and they told me to come in. I asked why and they said it was a personal matter that they would like to tell me in person. I ran to my rusted old truck and went as fast as I could to the station. It seemed that my truck would not get me there fast enough. When I got there I had an idea on what happened but I couldn't believe it. Finally, when I got in they sat me down and explained it to me. I was numb. Tears were streaming down my face but I wasn't sobbing. I was just numb. They told me all of Charlie's belongings were to go to me now. I was only a sophomore in high school so I couldn't live alone, and I couldn't take the money that Charlie has until I was of legal age. So it would go to my legal guardian until then. The only thing is. I didn't have one.
I had never met my mother. She abandoned me and Charlie 6 months after I was born. That is why I am here now. Sitting in a twin sized bed listening to my mother say that this would be best for me. That she would not be a suitable mother for me, but yet she has 2 more kids at home. Two kids who I have never met and who don't even know about me. The police found my mother since she was the only family I had left and contacted her. Telling her that my father has died and either she can claim custody of me or I was to be put in foster care. She agreed to take me. I stayed with our family friend Billy Black and his son Jake. Jake was like my big brother and I never wanted to leave but I had to. Charlie saved a lot of money so I didn't have to worry about that. Or at least that's what I thought. Since my mother was my legal guardian now she had the rights to his money. She quickly decided that she didn't want me just like she did before and signed me up to attend a Preparatory School in Racine, Wisconsin. She is using Charlie's money to send me here. Her two children at home which she had with her new husband, Phil Dwyer, know nothing about me and think that their parents are taking a vacation here. They must be naïve because I don't know anybody who would want to take a vacation to Racine or rather who would want to visit Wisconsin.
They live in Phoenix, Arizona. The complete opposite of what Forks is. They had one boy and one girl together. The boy's name is Matt and he's 14 years old and the girl's name is Julie and she's 12 years old. Both have my mother's rich honey hair and Phil's piercing blue eyes. Me on the other hand has dark brown hair and eyes that I got from Charlie. Plain and boring but I like it that way. I don't like attention. Which I never got at least from others. I would rather fade into the back round. Be a wall flower. That's what Charlie used to call me. His little wall flower.
It was now 12:30 and nearing lunch. Phil and Renee had a plane to catch soon, and said that they would call when they landed. I doubted that. So this is how my story begins. My new life. My new everything.
This is my new story. I've read it over and added a few things. If you have any questions please feel free to ask. And of course review! I'll be doing the same thing I do for No shirt No shoes No Edward. A weekly update but only if I get reviews. Thanks love.