Bella's P.O.V.
I sigh as the plane lands. I was now back in Forks with my adopted daughter Renesmee. Renesmee is 7 years old. I adopted her a few months ago. She has burgandy hair that goes down to her elbows and brown eyes. Pale freckles place themselves on her cheekbones. Her tan skin tone goes well with her facial features. She's the prettiest girl I've ever seen. I'm 18 years old and just moved back to my home town. I grew up here with my parents Renee and Charlie. Charlie. When my mom passed away around my 13th birthday my dad and I were broken. He then became abusive. I dealt with him fo 5 years then on my 18th birthday I ran away. I moved to California and adopted Renesmee and lived there for a few months. dad My dad passed away a month ago because of car accident. I didn't go to the funeral. I was still to mad at him for the cuts, bruises and scars he gave me. I take Nessie's-that's my nickname for her-hand as we walk of the plane to get our luggage. She may not need me to hold her hand hand, but she doesn't complain. As we walk down the corridor to the baggage claim I see a burly man asking for money. I let go of Nessie's hand and grab her by the shoulders and move her to my other side. Putting me in between Nessie and the man. I've always been terrified that someone would hurt Nessie. I see her as my own daughter. You can't let your own daughter get hurt. Nessie looks up at me knowing the reason for the switch but disregards it, knowing my problem for overreacting 99% of the time. As we get our bags and go out to security Nessie looks up at me.
"Mom? Why did we leave California and come here?"
She calls me mom even though she knows I'm not her real mom.
"Because I thought it would be a good idea to get some fresh air away from California. And I used to live her so I know where everything is around town and it's a small town. I think you'll like it here." I replied as we got in a taxi. I gave the taxi driver our new address and we were off.
Nessie's P.O.V.
As the taxi started driving I looked at mom. She looked worried and I knew why. She ran away from here before she adopted me. She was worried that someone would yell at her for not going to her dad's funeral. She told me that he was mean to her and that she looked like him a lot but nothing else. She has cream colored skin tone and big brown eyes that capture yours. She has brown hair that curls slightly when it's long. She's not to tall but she's also not to small. She is really pretty. I never understood how she's never had a boyfriend. Ever. I looked out the taxi window and saw a 3 story tall white house with lots of window's. Next door to the big house was a smaller house but it looked just as nice. The taxi pulled into the driveway of the smaller house which I assumed was mine and mom's house. When the taxi stopped me and mom got out and mom payed the taxi driver, we got our bags and the taxi drove away. Mom took a key from her pocket and opened the door.
Author's Note
This is my first story so the formatting isn't the best and it's not very long but I'll try to do better next time.