I was sitting at work, bored out of my mind, when I got a call from my Uncle Charlie. I had grabbed my cell phone and ran to the bathroom-everyone I worked with loved to eavesdrop-. And it was there, in that disgusting stall, I learned that my cousin Isabella- more commonly known as Bella- was dead. Uncle Charlie told me that she had been in a horrible car accident. Hit by a drunken truck driver on the highway coming back from Seattle. She died instantly.
After crying together on the phone for almost an hour, Uncle Charlie asked if I wanted to come to Forks and live with him. Now normally a girl who had been born and raised in Phoenix, Arizona would have said no to living in the wettest place in the United States.
But Uncle Charlie knew I was having problems with my mother. Plus I had a feeling he needed someone who would help him cope with the lose of his only daughter. And I knew he thought of me as the second daughter he never had.
I was his dead brother's daughter, though.
My father was Eddie Swan, a fire engineer who lived in Phoenix, Arizona and met the love of his life there.
My mom, her name was Ema Hawthorne.
They had a nice small wedding on the beach and one year later they had my brother Ezra. Then two years later, my sisters, who are twins, Aria and Alari were born. And then after another year, my mom finally gave birth to me.
Thia Avery Swan.
My parents were married for ten years. It happened so suddenly, my dad went on a business trip to Hawaii. He was only supposed to be gone for a few days. A few days passed, so did a few weeks that eventually turned into months. A whole year went by and my dad never came back.
I am not exactly sure if my father is dead. There was never any news that there was a plane crash on its way to Hawaii. My dad could be sitting on the beach, sipping coconut juice right this moment.
Either way, my mom fell to pieces after my dad never came back. She started to drink. A lot. She even went to the hospital a few times for alcohol poisoning. My siblings and I were taken away from our mom and sent to live with our grandparents.
Once I turned fifteen, I asked to go back to my mom. Alari and Aria tried to talk me out of it but I was determined.
I was so happy when the judge finally agreed to let me go back and live with my mother. But that happiness quickly turned into regret.