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Chapter 1: The First Day
Today is the day...Today I am no longer Bella Swan. Now I am Isabella, the new girl from Phoenix, Arizona whose father is the Chief of the Forks Police Department. Everyone is going to be cautious and tip toeing around me, some of the more hyper active students will mention that I'm not "tan." How exactly that improves anyone's appearance I will never understand-
BEEP...BEEP...BEEP
The horrendous alarm clock was very clear that it was time to start my new journey. Well, I better turn that blasted machine off before I wake up, Charlie. The worst thing in the world is to wake up a cheery morning person. Groggily my fingers fumbled for the obnoxiously large item. As I rubbed my sleep cluttered eyes, I couldn't help but scent the distinct smell of fresh rain and forest's cologne. It was Fork's signature perfume which meant someone, left the window open again.
"I better close it before I go off to school, and find my room is flooded up to my ankles," I sighed. Now even though I mean well, it's a whole other topic to get out of bed without a throbbing bruise to show for my efforts.
After several years of practice, I've learned that shaking the sheets from more than 50% of my body is an effective way to get out of bed. But as usual it was an even match as the sheets grappled and tugged around my ankles. The stretchy cotton almost got me in the end, when I hooked over my ankle, but all was balanced on my two feet. Somehow I won the wrestling match between the sheets and wiggled my toes in perseverance!
"Hmm..maybe it's a sign that today's going to be a good day?", I whispered to myself.
Usually I needed a first aid kit when I went from my bedroom to the bathroom. Maybe there's something in the air?
Just before I took my first steps to the bathroom, a pair of heavy feet were awake and stomping towards my door. My head cocked to the left as my ears memorized the unique strides. Even without these creaky floor boards, Charlie couldn't sneak up on Helen Keller. And as assumed the bedroom door creeped open. A gruff voice laced with a dreamy haze entered the silence of the room, "You awake, Bells?"
Scratch that people were going to call me, 'Bells,' as well; Good ol' Forks!
"I'm bright eyed and bushy tailed, Dad!" I answered with a thumbs up in the air. Hopefully, he didn't have his eyes covered thinking that I was dressing.
"Okay, hope your sleep was okay. I didn't have time to get a new mattress with the recent fire and all, but it beats the sofa...," he said. By the way he dragged on the last sentence, he definitely had a sheepish grin.
I bent backwards and pressed my palms against my lower back. If I was going to have a change of pace in my new living conditions, it was going to have more humor.
"I think I can take a few more days, you're just lucky I can touch my toes."
And as I said, I touched the floor and to my relief a series of pops erupted. Charlie chuckled right on cue.
"Good to hear, you've got a plan," and his heavy feet went back to his room. The quirks of the shower were now disturbing the house. The last pop unloosened and my morning was truly a good start. There's something about a relaxed back that makes anyone a morning person. Well, close to one that is...
Now what was I going to do again? Oh right, close the window, which is to my...left about three steps away. My toes skidded across the rough carpet until I felt the edges of wall. My finger tips tapped at the windowsill reaching for the ledge to press down on.
"Huh."
The sunlight was warming my finger tips just before I closed the window. It won't last long in Forks, Washington though...
*M*
After the scramble of turning off the shower head properly I was dressed to match and the knots were brushed out of my hair. Why plug in the straightener when 99% of the dew point values have never been faithful? Up in a messy bun it went, with a few strands framing my face, if I'm lucky.
I was chewing the rest of my BLT (Bacon Lettuce and Tomato Sandwich), about to open the door when Charlie yelled from outside, "Do you have your stick?"
That's when my eyebrows furrowed. My stick? What's my st- Oh! He means, my faithful companion. Now let's see I'm in mid step from the door to the kitchen, and last night I put her in the closet so she should still be there. Testing out my memory I searched for the brittle door knob with the chip. Finally after an impatient honk later I found the blasted door handle and its rusted singes. How do you live in a home and have your closet be so jammed you practically need to charge it with your shoulder? I'll yell at him in the car, I guess. But it is favorable to mom's constant babying. I swear if she held a door for me one more time I was going to scream! With a deep breath I steadied myself for the outdoors. As I turned the door knob to the front, I wondered if Forks High School would notice that I'm blind without my walking stick?
A/N: Tell what you guys thinks! I know, "What, Bella is blind!"
She sure is, and if you want to know how the Cullen's take to the new student or how she became blind you have to be loyal and review. :) Don't be afraid to be harsh with the criticism I'm a big girl, I can take it. This my first Twilight fan fiction, so I want it to be perfect!