Hello, hello, hello! So I'm trying out a new fic…I'm pretty scared but oh well! To my so very few loyal fans you guys sure know how to make a gal smile! Please review after reading this to let me know if I'm on the right track or not. I would hate to keep something going of no one would want to read! I digress…
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns…I just make them my puppets!
Chapter 1
BPOV
Summer. Hotter than hell, dry, and bright; the perfect summer to be expected in Phoenix, Arizona. I was ready to break out my tank tops, shorts, and bikini's.
That is, until I found out that I wasn't getting the perfect summer this year. No, no. I was going to be spending my wonderful summer vacation, and my senior year, In Forks, Washington.
Wet, squishy, muggy, and gray. How exciting.
I decided to spend my senior year with my dad, Charlie, because well, my mom was going to be traveling the world with her new husband, my stepdad, Phil. Phil is really nice, so don't think that I'm the pissed off stepdaughter, who won't even be near her mother because of one man. No, I'm leaving because whenever she is with him, nothing else matters. She doesn't have a daughter. She's not 'mom', she's romantic, exotic, Renee.
But then when she remembers I'm there, she's back to mom, and the fire that was burning inside her heart, goes down a notch or two. I hate to be that person. That reminder.
So what do I do? I move to Forks, with my dad.
Don't get me wrong, I love my dad, and I'm ecstatic that I get to be living with him, it's just-I love the sun. And the heat. Oh, hell I love everything about Phoenix.
"Are you ready, honey?" Renee asks. I jumped a bit, as her words scared me. I was distracted looking out at the dry grass in my back yard. In my now-old bedroom.
The walls were painted a light yellow, with white curtains hanging on every window. My bed frame was white, as well at my dresser. My sheets were also white, but as soft as baby silk. I would miss my simple, sweet, room.
But, it was no longer my room. Phil and Renee, were moving as well to Florida, after they travelled. She constantly comforted me with the fact that they would have a room, ready as pie for me whenever I wanted to come back. I would just smile, and nod. Sure mom, whenever I want to come back.
"Yeah, I'm ready." I slipped off my bed, and grabbed my bags. All of my belongings were already at Charlie's. He said he wouldn't open a single one until I got there. More work for Bella.
My mom grabbed a few other bags and followed me out. The drive to the airport was quiet, as I watched the cacti zoom by. I said a silent goodbye to everything around me and prepared for what was to come.