"Are sure about this sweetie? Cause Phil and I can take you and you sister with us.""I'm sure mom. Margery and I haven't seen Charlie in years. Plus it's only to finish the school year.""...Okay. I'm just going miss both of my girls. Call me every night Bella and you call me twice a day Marge.""I'll make sure Marge doesn't forget mom."
Bella. Isabella Swan. My older sister decided that she wants to go see our father and spend time with him and give our mom and steo dad alone time. But for them to be alobe, I'd have to go as well. I was only a few months old when mom took Bella and I and divorced our father. I have less memories of Charlie than Bella. Little to no memory of Forks at all. I am fourteen years old and I sing more than I talk. I dance more than I walk. I'm not clumsy or necessarily shy. But I am quiet.
Bella. Isabella Swan. My older sister made the decision for us to move from the warm summer climate that complimened my being so well to the rarely warm mountainous small town of Forks, Washington.