Hey everyone ! I know I've not updated in a long time and I've been reading my old stories and decided there really isn't any point, my writing has improved so much since then so I thought I would just start a new one. If anyone desperately wants me to carry on message me or something and I might but I have a feeling the readers who read those stories are probably just as inactive as I am. Okay so here's my story! I hope you like it!
Chapter 1:
The last few belongings I owned were finally packed away and I was ready to leave. I carefully folded my silk pyjamas my mother bought me for Christmas along with my battered old dressing gown and placed them on the top of the over flowing suit case. A tear drop rolled down my cheek and splattered on the floor. I looked around at my now empty bedroom and sat on the bed my hands clutched around my chest. This was going to be the most difficult thing I would ever have to do but I would be strong and leave. I had too. My mom didn't need me anymore and as much as I needed her I needed to do the right thing by both her and Phil.
"Honey, for the millionth time you do not have to do this." Renee said quietly sitting beside me on the bed as she rubbed my back in soothing circles.
"I do mom, don't worry I'll be okay, I'm not a little girl anymore" I said, I was a terrible liar but I'd said this lie so many times now even I had started to believe myself.
"I'm gonna miss you baby" she said suddenly pulling me into a tight embrace.
"I'm gonna miss you too mom, I love you" I said as I wrapped my arms around her tightly, I wanted this moment to last forever.
The flight from Arizona to forks was short, before I knew it I was in Charlie's police cruiser and well on my way to my new/old home. It had been a while since I had last seen Charlie but neither my dad nor me were big talkers and our reunion was short and sweet. I wondered idly if he had changed my room at all as we pulled up to the all too familiar house.
"You go on up Bells, il bring your cases up." I heard my dads deep voice say to me. I nodded in response as I walked in. It was exactly the way I remembered it. The house had 2 bedrooms, the room my dad used to share with my mother and my bedroom. As I opened my bedroom door I was shocked. My heart stopped as I saw myself the way I was at the age of 11. I was cute, innocent. My drawings were hung up on the walls and the only difference between the room now and then was a new rug Charlie must have bought when he found out I was coming.
Charlie and Renee loved me, they were high school sweethearts who got married to soon and ended up stuck with me. After 11 years my mother had had enough, she left taking me with her. She broke his heart and so did I. They were just a year older than me when they got married and although my mom swears it was the best choice of her life because it brought her me I know she regrets it.
"I er didn't know whether you wanted me to fix it up so I thought you could choose some paints and chose it all yourself?" Charlie said uncertainly.
"Thanks Dad that would be great" I replied softly watching him put down my 2 huge suitcases.
He left me to unpack and I did so quickly. The weather was ridiculously rainy in forks, the complete opposite of Arizona. It didn't take me long to place my small amount of clothes in the dark mahogany wardrobe but I couldn't bring myself to move afterwards. I thought about calling my mom but decided against it, if I heard her voice there was no doubt that I would start crying.
I climbed into bed after my clothes were all away I climbed into bed with my clothes on and rested my head on the pillow. I scrunched my eyes shut tight and thought about my day tomorrow.
School. Fantastic.