PART -1
I, Bella, was moving to my dad, Charlay, to a place called Forks in Washington.
My mom drived me to the air port. It was cold, weird and there was a ray of sunshine.
"Mom," I said. And opened my door.
"Daughtry," she said, finally slowing down before I fell out. I hadn't niticed the car was still moping.
I sat on plane. It was cold, weird, and there was a ray of sunshine. The monsterious clouds swallowed it hole. I stared at the ceiling thinking of how life would be with only eight fingers. A child looked at me over his seat. I smiled. He puked. I didn't care.
Bump, bump. Plaine crashed onto the ground! No, but I pritented it did. Guy next to me quirkcked an eye-brow when I hung onto my seat for dear life and paying to God. When we left the plain, he tried to steer away from me. Rude.
"Daddio." I sat into the old-fashioned truck. It was red. Or something.
"You."
He looked at me with a smile. I smied back. He put on sum hillbilly music. "Welcome to Forks," he said.
I stared straight ahead. Couldn't see shit, it was all foggy. I could see the outline of a wolf or something. I blinked. "It's butiful."
"Yes, you, it is."
This was going to be quite the adventure.