"Ugh!" I hated everyone in my life. My mother was leaving me for her stupid new husband. Phil. I really didn't see what was so great about him. Sure he was young, and had great blonde hair. He could also afford anything he wanted, but that didn't give him the right to drag my mom around the world. Now thanks to him I was going to be forced to live with Charlie my real father.
Charlie wasn't that bad of a dad, but I would really miss my mom.
"Where the hell is my razor?" I mumbled under my breath. Ever since my mom started dating Phil, she had started treating me in a really lousy way. Which had made me feel insignificant, and that had led me to turn emo. My mom hadn't even noticed the razor marks on my arm. She probably thought i had gotten them falling. I was terribly clumsy which caused me to have many injuries.
"Bella sweetheart, hurry up! Phil is downstairs to take you to the airport!" My mom always perfered hollaring at me when I was in my room. She didn't like barging in, just in case she was interrupting something. If she had come upstairs she would have interrupted me cutting my arm. I marched downstairs. Only to find the house empty. There were many boxes piled up all over the place. My first thought to this arrangement was about how my mom was moving with Phil in Florida, but I quickly shrugged it off. In a way I was looking forward to seeing Charlie again in Forks, Washington. A part of me though wanted to stay with my mother to protect her from anything Phil might do. I didn't trust the guy enough to leave him alone with my mother.
-----One Week Later-----(Sorry I couldn't think of anything to put after that)
Living with charlie wasn't bad. It almost felt like living alone. He was almost never home, because he was usually at work or with this lady he had met online. Her name was Victoria. She was beyond beautiful. She had burgundy like eyes with purple like bruises under them, orange hair that looked like fire, and flawless pale skin. She acted so much like a cat I was surprised that she hadn't started licking her hand like most cats do. I could see why my dad was attracted to her. She reminded me of a group of kids at my school. The kids names were Rosalie and Jasper Hale, twins with blonde hair, and golden eyes. Emmett, Alice, and Edward Cullen. Just thinking Edwards name made me smile, and a swarm of butterflies attacked my empty stomach. I hadn't eaten in a while. Emmett, Alice, and Edward had dark hair and scorching golden eyes like the Hales. They had all been adopted by Carlisle and Esme Cullen. Carlisle was a doctor, who looked like more like a model, he had pale blonde hair and the golden eyes like everyone else in his family. Esme had caramel curls that hung just past her shoulders, and the same eyes. I was suprised they weren't related. Their features were nothing a like but their eyes and the purple bruises under their eyes were so similiar.
"Bella! Time for school!" Charlie hollared. In that aspect he was exactly like Renee. I walked down the steep stairs trying not to fall. I reached the front door and headed towards my truck. Charlie had bought it for me from his best friend Billy Black. I drove to school. It was my second week, and deep down I knew It would be a special one.