CHAPTER 1- THE ARRIVAL
Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the characters; they all belong to Stephenie Meyer. Runs to the corner and sobs uncontrollably.
Hello my name is Isabella Swan, but everyone calls me Bella. I'm five foot five; I have long, wavy brown hair, large chocolate brown eyes, and an hourglass figure. I am very intelligent and I never regret my decisions… up until now that is. As I boarded the plane that would take me from my beloved home in Phoenix, Arizona to my fathers' bachelor pad in Forks, Washington I was really starting to regret my decision to give my mother some alone time with her new husband. As the plane took off I said my final farewells to the sun, it was a sad, sad moment in my life.
Now that I'm on the plane I'm starting to think why I made this rash and totally unlike me decision. I mean, I have straight A's, I think I'm pretty hot, I can sing, dance, I'm head cheerleader, and I'm dating the quarterback of the football team. I had it made! Why did I have to go and give it all up?
My mother wanted me to stay with her and had even cried over the fact that I was leaving her but I couldn't stand the way she would look at Phil and then the way Phil would look at me as if to say 'We can't Bella is here.' So, I decided to exile myself to the rainy wasteland that is Forks or as I have started saying, "A place where I can spend some quality time with Charlie." Ch'yeah right!
Well, maybe it won't be so bad. I'm a senior in high school and school doesn't start for another two months, maybe I can get to know some people in this practically non-existing town. I also have enough money to buy this antique 1960 red Chevy truck. It is absolutely B-E-A-UTIFUL. I planned on buying this truck from an old family friend because I refuse to be driven around in a police cruiser and nothing slows down traffic more than a cop. Oh did I fail to mention that Charlie is actually Chief Swan to the citizens of Forks. I think that Charlie being a cop is hilarious, Charlie is about as intimidating as a pack of bunnies.
The only problem I see is Charlie. We don't really have a lot in common and he isn't really talkative. I am, I freak out when it is to quiet, it is too eerie. Man, I wish I was back at home sun bathing in my front yard. But I need to get out of that fantasy, time to get back to reality.
The plane is starting to descend to the airport in Port Angeles because Forks is too small to have an airport of its own.
I step into the terminal of the airport and Charlie is waiting for me. I'm not allowed to call him Charlie to his face, though so it's Dad from here on out. He gives me an awkward one-armed hug and says, "Hey kiddo how was the flight?" I sigh as I look around, "It was pretty good Dad, but also uneventful, I kept expecting someone to jump up, whip out a gun, and shout, 'We are taking over the plane, nobody try and be brave.'"
He chuckled a little and grabbed my five bags and hauled them off to the police cruiser. I'm very surprised that they all fit in the trunk of the cruiser. It was an hour drive back to Forks and we had absolutely nothing to talk about, I thought I was going to go stir crazy. I expected this problem because Charlie and I don't know anything about each other. I mean we haven't really had an actual conversation since I was fourteen and that was three years ago. So it surprised me when he said, "At Forks High there is a cheer squad and I happen to know that there are a couple of openings in the squad. Are you thinking about joining?"
My mouth must have been hanging open because he said, "Close the trap Izzy." Okay now I'm in total shock. He hasn't called me Izzy since I was in the 2nd grade. I closed my mouth and laughed a little. "Umm… yeah I guess I'll try out," I said, "but I don't know how good these girls are so I'll probably scope out the competition first." I teased.
Then it got really quiet again that is until we got near the school and someone's car had broken down and Charlie being police chief stopped and helped him.
That took about 20 minutes, remembering about school I asked him about the truck I was going to buy. "Well," he said, "it is in really good condition, how come?" "Because I brought enough money to pay for the truck but I didn't take the time to think about how much it would cost to get it fixed up." I said. "You'll have plenty of money because I sort of already bought it for you."
"WHAT," I screamed, "you didn't have to do that. But you did so THANK YOU SO MUCH!"I hugged him fiercely and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Hey kiddo no problem, I just wanted you to feel at home." He said gruffly at my extreme show of emotion.
I was trembling with excitement; Charlie had gotten me the truck! When we got to Charlie two- story house I practically jumped out of the car and ran to the garage. The truck was huge and it was mine.
After that I grabbed all five of my bags and carried them to my room with some effort. I immediately started unpacking. Once I was finished I grabbed my bag of toiletries and went to the bathroom. Okay there is one MAJOR downfall about living with Charlie; I had to share a bathroom with him, but nothing was going to bring me down today. It surprised me; I am actually enjoying myself.
I went downstairs and went straight to the kitchen. There was nothing there, except some cold cuts and soda.
"Dad,"
"Yeah Bells."
"Where's all your food?"
"Uhhh.."
"Don't worry about it. It's only 3 o'clock. I'll run out to the grocery store and buy some stuff for dinner."
"Bella I could go. I don't want you to get lost and besides you don't know where anything is."
"Dad, I won't get lost in FORKS, and besides I want to meet the people from the town before school starts."
"I guess… just don't be late okay and if anything happens the number to the house is 752-658-4458."
I quickly programmed that number into my cell phone, grabbed my keys and drove into the sleepy little town that is Forks.
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