Hey guys this is my first go at writing a fanfic so have a read see what you think.
I cannot believe this. Finally setting foot back on the Quileute reservation seems like a dream come true – after all four years away from this little gem of paradise is four years too many. Okay so maybe to most people the res' isn't paradise but it is my little heaven on earth with its beautiful beaches, thick lush forests and the cutest traditional little houses. Besides it's my home and full of the some of the most wonderful people I have ever met – not all of them by any means but my friends and family are simply inspirational and I wouldn't be the person I am without them.
So why did I ever leave? Well after being born and brought up here for 13 long years it broke my heart when my parents split a month after their 20th wedding anniversary not 2 weeks later I walked through my new home in sunny Florida. It wasn't because I couldn't stand it on the res' or I loved her more – quite the opposite actually she simply needed me more. My father – Chief of Police Charlie Swan – had all his colleagues and friends here; where as my mother never felt as she fit in here. On top of this as a permanent house wife she never really had the chance to 'mingle' with other people. You see my mother Renee is still a teenager at heart so is just too childish to hold down a job. I firmly believe she will never grow up and occasionally I believe I was born middle aged to make up for it. So, four years ago on this very day I left with my mother to Florida and even after all this time I still haven't managed to add a hint of colour to my boarder line albino complexion. I only managed to keep in touch with my very best friend down at the res' and couldn't wait to be reunited with the lopsided grin - trademark of the one and only Jacob Black.
Despite hating myself for saying it I can't wait until I get back into the regular routine of school starting on Monday. I have the entire week end to hang out with Jake and my dad before officially becoming the new kid in school again on Monday… oh the joys… hopefully I wouldn't be quite the outcast I seemed to be in Florida even though my complexion is even more noticeable in a school full of overly tanned Indians. I was pulled out of my musings by my dad's voice ringing in my ears
"Bells… Bells… hey kiddo where've you been la la land…" Damn I forgot we were still in the car together.
"Yeah sorry dad… I'm just really glad to be back".
"I know it's great to have you back Bells" came his reply. Neither myself nor my dad were great talkers and we soon fell into a comfortable silence.
Let me tell you there are very few times when being the daughter of the police chief is enjoyable. Riding around in the cruiser in a small town is definitely not one of the highlights – everyone stares at you as if you're some sort of exhibit when in reality you're just going for a ride with your dad. Eventually the torture ended as we pulled up in front of a familiar yellow house with an apple tree out front. As I took my first steps back on Quileute soil something in my universe seemed to just click back into place. I took a deep breath. This was home. I ran straight up the stairs into my room - only managing to trip three times on the way - which looked almost identical to how I left. Pale blue walls, a single bed with a purple comforter, a small desk with a computer and a large book shelf filled with all the books I left and more. I breathed in the familiar scent. I turned around and hugged a surprised looking Charlie before he started to ramble
"Do you like the bed clothes, I had the women in the store pick them out, we can change them if you'd like…"
"Its great dad thanks"
"Well then I'll leave you to unpack". That one of the great things about Charlie he doesn't hover. After I had unpacked we settled down in front of the TV watching the Dodgers play the Athletics at baseball with a large pepperoni takeout pizza between us when Charlie said my least favourite phrase ever "I've got a surprise for you Bells".