Chapter one
Hello, my name is Bella swan. I am ten years old. When I was just a few months old, my mother, Renee, left my father, Charlie, taking me with her. I visit Charlie in the summer. I would like to visit him more but I can't because I live in Phoenix, Arizona and he lives in forks, Washington.
But I recently decided I wanted to live with him instead of with Renee because I can't stand her new husband, Phil. All he does is play baseball, all he talks about is baseball, all he thinks about is baseball ext. ext. ext. you get the point. I mean I do like base ball but it drives a person to the edge of sanity when you hear about it 24/7.
How I won the battle of getting Renee to say yes, I still don't understand. I thought it would be the same as everything else. I ask her, she says no, I point out the facts of why she should say yes, she still says no, and I give up. But this time, she said yes.
So this is where I begin my story. I was standing in my room, packing the last of my suitcases- yes, I'm bringing seven suitcases with me. But a girl needs her stuff, right? - When Renee yelled up the stairs, saying "hurry up, Bella! You're going to be late!"
I looked at my favorite watch-gold, with crystals all over it- and it said it was 7:48. My plane doesn't leave until 10:45. Ugh, mom always liked to be early. "Just a minute, mom!" I called down the stairs.
I walked into my bath room and pulled my favorite shirt- green, tight fitting, with a very low neckline- over my head, and stepped into my nicest skirt- same shade of green, ends at about mid calf- before I quickly put my make-up on and walked out of the bathroom.
I grabbed a pair of cute, three inch, high heels and sat down on my bed. I slipped them on my feet, put the buckles in the right place, stood up, and walked downstairs.
Renee smiled when she saw what I was wearing and said "skirt, high heels, make-up. I'm impressed. I was expecting shorts, a tank top, and tennis shoes"
I glared at her. "I don't wear those kinds of clothes all the time" I said.
"If you say so, dear" she said, taking my hand as we walked out of the house and to her car.
She sat in the passenger seat though, and I wondered why until I saw Phil walk out of the garage, carrying some of my stuff. Great. Another hour of baseball 101.
Phil put my stuff in the trunk and then went back for the rest of it. Those got put in the back seat with me. As Phil slid into the front seat I put my I-pod in my ears. Then we were off to the air port.