When I left Boulder, the one thing I knew I wasn't going to miss were all the potheads. It seems that all my friends there were high all the time. I wasn't into that kind of stuff so I stayed clear of them when they were like that. I played my Taylor guitar mostly, or worked on my dreads. They were beginning to shape up nicely. My parents didn't care that I had them. They were hippies once too and they liked that their daughter was a flower child as well. I say that all in past tense because a week ago, my parents were killed in a car accident.
Leaving Colorado was hard, very very hard. I would miss the mountains the most. But moving to Forks, Washington didn't seem so bad. I would be living with my uncle Charlie and cousin, Bella. My uncle is the chief of police in this tiny town. Bella had moved there only a year ago from Phoenix and seemed to like it. We were the same age but had never spent much time together when I was growing up. My mother was Charlie's sister and branched away from the small town life to move to Boulder with a tan man with blonde dreadlocks who would later become my father.
Charlie and Bella came down for the funeral, which was hiking up one of the mountains in Boulder Mountain Park and scattering their ashes from the top. I didn't cry when I saw my parents' ashes fly though the sky and disappear into nothing. It comforted me knowing that they would always be near me in some way.
When we got home, Bella helped me gather up all my flowly skirts and tye dye shirts into a suitcase. Most of my clothes were bought second hand at thrift stores around Boulder. After we were finished packing everyone I own into two suitcases, we crashed on the floor of the apartment that my parents and I lived in. We had to wake up early to get to the airport in time to make it back to Forks so that I could start school on Wednesday.
The airport wasn't that crowded on a Monday morning, but it was very compact. Everything had its place in this tiny airport. I kissed my guitar goodbye as I saw it go behind the desk and into a world that I had never been to. I guess my guitar and I were one in the same. We were both about to travel into a world where we had never been to.
Bella and I made small talk on the planes; it took two to get to Port Angeles. She had a close group of friends in Forks that would all love me, apparently.
"I think you and Alice will get along pretty well. She can show you some vintage stores when you guys so shopping cause she will take you shopping. Her boyfriend, Jasper is kind of quiet but once you get to know him, he's really cool. His sister, Rosalie is really into herself and her boyfriend, Emmett. But Emmett's really cool but works out a ton. Emmett and Alice are brother and sister plus their other brother, Edward. A lot of girls think he's really cute but he's just a friend to me. He's amazing at piano. I'm sure they'll all love you." I could tell in Bella's voice that all these people meant a lot to her and that she really hoped we all got along.
When the plane landed, it was raining. I didn't mind the rain; it just meant I couldn't go outside. I nervously fingered the hemp necklace that my father gave me before he died. What if I didn't make any friends here? What if they're all just potheads like they were back in Boulder?
Bella squeezed my hand reassuringly and smiled. My cousin wouldn't let anything happen to me. A sense of calm overcame me as we stepped off the plane. We drove an hour to get to Forks.
"That's where the Cullen's live," Bella said, pointing down a long road in the middle of the forest on the way to her house, "The Hale's live a little bit further down this road, but we spend most of our time at the Cullen's."
Charlie pulled up to a small house that I used to go and visit for a week or so when I was younger and Bella was here. It was only two bedrooms, so I figured that Bella and I would be sharing.
"Home sweet home," Charlie smiled. I could see he loved the house, even though it was very small. Bella helped me carry my bags and Charlie carried my guitar up to Bella's room. It was bigger than I remembered. There was an extra bed pressed up against the opposite wall with a desk in-between them. A small dresser was at the foot of my bed with a small vase full of flowers. Bella had another small dresser at the foot of her bed as well. I could see that half the closet was empty to make room for me. My heart swelled.
"Thank you so much. I knew there was a reason Mom liked you best, Uncle Charlie." I said, setting a bag onto my bed. Bella set the other one next to it and my guitar was leaning against the wall. Bella helped me settle in while Charlie ordered pizza. When everything was in it's place, Bella and I just sat on my bed and talked for a bit. Out of nowhere, Bella's phone buzzed and she answered it.
"Hello?...Yea, she's here. Wanna come over and meet her?...Ok, see you in a bit! Bye, Alice!" Bella hung up the phone.
"That was Alice. She and everyone else wanna meet you so they're coming over. Is that ok?" She asked.
"Yea, that's fine. I wanted to meet all your friends anyways. Plus, I'll know more people when I start school." I was excited, I really was.
About five minutes later, I could hear Charlie answer the door.
"Hey. They're both upstairs. You can all go on up." He said, before getting back to his baseball game that he had been watching. Footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs and in the doorway, stood five of the most beautiful people I had ever seen.
The first one, a small girl came in. Her short inky black hair made a halo around her pale face, and a smile was spread across it.
"Hi, I'm Alice. You must be Bella's cousin." She said, taking my hand and shaking it.
"Yea. I'm Bailey. It's nice to meet you."
One by one, they all came to greet me. They were all very nice, even Rosalie. The last one was the one that caught my attention and made me self-conscious about my dreads and my skirt.
"Hi, I'm Edward. It's nice to finally meet you, Bailey," Edward said, taking my hand in his and shaking it.
I swear I almost died.