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BPoV Chapter 1 – Forks
It has been four years since I have so much as glimpsed at my personal Hell – Forks, Washington. What made me want to move here? I'll never know. Since my junior years all those grades ago, I have changed so much. I went from being Isabella Swan the klutzy book nerd, to Bella Swan the hot, badass, sexy adrenaline-junky and head cheerleader. So, yeah, I guess you could say I've changed.
My last day in Forks was spent being tortured by the cool kids: Edward Cullen and his clones and Lauren Mallory and her Clan of wannabe's. My only friends back they were Jacob Black, Angela Webber, and her secret crush, Ben Cheney.
I sighed and looked out the window of the airplane; I really hope that my cars make it to Forks OK. I swear; if there is so much as a chip in the midnight blue paint job of my Lamborghini or even the silver paint job of my BMW, I will kill that shipping company.
The woman sitting next to me reminded me so much of Renee, my mother. She has the same pale brown tresses, the same baby-blue eyes and a similar figure. I shook my head; my mother was probably packing with her new husband, Phil. He is a pretty awesome man, and I am not just saying that because he bought me my two cars and all my designer clothes, jewelry, accessories and make-up, I am saving that because he makes my mother happy. They are supposed to be going to Florida for Phil's baseball tournament and I decided to give them some time without a rebellious seventeen-year-old to worry about.
"Attention, all passengers. We are about to land, so I ask that you please fasten your seatbelts and prepare for landing." The pilot's monotonous voice boomed through the plane.
***
After I exited the plane, I stood out the front of the airport and searched for my father, Charlie. When I finally found him – he looked the same, just a few more grey hairs and a few pounds heavier – his eyes widened and his mouth was agape. Well, I mean, he hasn't seen me in four years and I did look different. I used to have frizzy hair, braces, acne and glasses covering my indigo eyes – a better copy of my grandmother's glassy ones. Now I'm 5'10 and have wavy caramel hair reaching my hips that's streaked with indigo, pale, flawless skin, straight, white teeth, clear contacts over my uniquely colored eyes, a few piercings', a curvy hourglass figure and 34D's.
I was wearing a leopard print vest with a black boob tube underneath, liquid leggings, a pair of red heels that haven't even hit the market yet and a biker jacket, "Hey, dad!" I called as I made my way through the throng of travelers.
"Hi, Bells," Charlie said as he pulled me into a hug.
"God, I've missed you." I said as we walked to the cruiser.
***
The ride home was spent basking in a comfortable silence until Charlie said, "Jake's coming over, later," with a small smile on his face.
My eyes widened and I smiled, "Jake? Really? I can't wait to see him!" I said.
We pulled up at the house – the same two storey house as four years ago – and the first detail I noticed was the two gorgeous cars in the drive way. I bolted out of the car and ran to hug them, kissing and stroking the hoods lovingly, "I've missed you, babies." I said, kissing the car again, leaving a lipstick mark, which I promptly wiped off.
I preformed a thorough inspection of the cars, making sure that there was not so much as one scratch. Once I was satisfied, I turned around to see Charlie trying – unsuccessfully, I might add – to hold in his chuckles. "What's so funny? Never seen a female show a love for a machine?" I snapped, walking into the house.
I walked up to my room and saw that it was a different one that what I expected. Instead of pink and white, the room was black and purple. I smiled and started unpacking all of my belongings, organizing them neatly and in their correct place. I put my Mac Book Pro on the study desk in my room; it's not like I am actually going to study, and if I am, it will not be at home. The teachers could go fuck themselves for all I care. I moved my guitar over to lean against the same wall that had the black beanbag lodged against it and set my iphone up on the desk.
Half an hour later, Charlie announced that Jake was here, so I ran down the stairs and stopped halfway down. There, sitting at the table, was a 6'5 boy – no, man – with russet skin, deep set eyes and short dark hair. He was talking to Charlie about what he wanted to do to my cars.
"Oh, Hell no! Don't, for one second, think that I'll let you go near my babies!" I said, outraged at the idea of someone touching my precious ones.
"Bella?" Jake gasped as he turned around.
"Hey, Jake," I said, still pissed over the fact that he wanted to touch my cars. But that animosity faded completely when he came up and hugged me, enveloping me in a bear hug.
"I missed you so much, Bells." Jake said, twirling me around.
"I missed you, too," I said, but then I remembered him talking about my cars, "What were you saying about touching my babies?" I asked.
"I just wanted to take a quick peek at the engine," he said innocently.
"Yeah. Right." I said sarcastically, "Well, I was going to take a look at the engine, myself, before you showed up," I said, smiling slightly.
His voice was shocked and disbelieving as he asked, "You fix cars?"
"Yeah, you can visit the garage with me right now," I said and kissed Charlie's cheek before walking outside with Jake hot on my heels.
***
The next morning I woke up at six o' clock and looked out the window to see that the sun was out, shining brightly – a rarity in Forks.
I jumped out of the comfortable confines of my silken bed and walked into the bathroom, before showering, basking in the comfortable heat of the water. After drying myself, I blow-dried my hair, styling it so that it fell in neat waves down to my waist. I put on a black silk mini-dress that fell mid-thigh and a pair of ebony coloured pumps, ones that aren't supposed to be out until next fall. I layered on some eyeliner, mascara and lip-gloss and looked in the mirror, smiling at my flawless reflection.
Walking down the stairs, I noticed that Charlie had already left for the station, so I grabbed a juice-box and my handbag – a leather Chanel flap bag that has iron details of lions and isn't supposed to be out for another three months – and walked out to my Lamborghini. I decided to make a scene so when I came within a mile of the school; I rolled the windows down and blasted Beyonce's Diva.
Everyone turned my way as I pulled into the car-park, my Lamborghini sliding smoothly into a spot near the gates, and stepped out of the car dramatically, one leg first. Once out, I heard gasps, which I promptly ignored, and grabbed my Chanel bag, locking the car.
When I turned around, I saw a pixie, a pseudo-model and a red headed sprite walking my way.