"Seriously, ugh." Rolling over I hit the loud sounding alarm. Waiting a moment then getting up and surveying the surrounding room as I think about the dreadful day I have waiting for me.
Rene just wants her space, I know but still why me? Why do I have to come here and live in this boring windy cold place also known as Forks Washington. Who names a town forks why not spoons or even knifes. Great now I'm thinking about the damn name of the town. Its not just forks it's that she covered it up by saying and I quote "you need to spend more time with your father honey".
Yea right my father, Charlie. He's alright not too protective or judgmental. Although he is the kind of man who watches sports and fishes a lot… He doesn't do much else, and that's the problem! I'm a teen I need excitement though finding it in the form of my father, well not a good thing.
I guess it's no use over thinking about it…
After my shower I pad out in a towel towards my closet. Good thing I had nothing to do but empty out my suit case last night, Just another perk of having all your friends 10,000 miles away in Arizona. Pulling out my necessary items bra, socks, etc. I get to picking out my clothes. Not being one for fashion I decide on a regular orange tank with brown jacket over it. Then the dark skinny jeans and some black converse and I am ready for my day.
Scooping up my backpack I trudge down the stairs for breakfast. Hopefully Charlie has something in his fridge that's eatable and not just beer. Opening it I find as expected some beer, of course, condiments, mustard ketchup etc, and a jug of milk. Taking out the milk I find to my surprise it's not expired. Maybe there's some cereal in the pantry.
Sitting down with the cereal I think about my last moments with Rene.
"Please Bella its what's best" she pleads
"Best for me or for you!" I practically scream in front of all the other people in the terminal.
"Bella keep your voice down!" She yells right back at me with tears in her eyes.
"Whatever" is the last word I say to her before boarding the plane.
Shaking my head of those thoughts I empty my soggy half eaten cereal into the sink. Gazing out the window for the first time I notice to my chagrin that it was snowing. Another thing I noticed was the best looking car I've ever seen, and it's sitting in the driveway.
"No way!" I exclaim as I race out to the drive, almost knocking Charlie over in the process.
"Slow down kid car's not going anywhere." Says a smiling Charlie but I barely hear him as I rip open the front door and run over to the beauty.
A nearly fall to my knees in aw, it was just to amazing just sitting there in the driveway. A Ford Mustang Shelby GT500 V8 supercharged 2013 to be exact. I'm not even a car person but I can appreciate a nice looking machine when I see one.
"Nice ain't it." Says Charlie as he comes out with his cup of coffee, smile still on his face.
"Uh huh" is my only reply, still entranced by the car.
"Well why not take her for a drive?" he says holding out the keys.
"What?" I asked utterly confused
"I bought the car hoping you'd drive it, but if you don't want to I could take it back and spend my money elsewhere." He says laughing with mirth.
"No, that's ok, Cha- I mean dad I don't think it'd be too much trouble to drive it." I say smiling back.
"What are you waiting for; you're going to be late for school." Jingling the keys as he says it then without further thought he casually tosses them to me.
For awhile I just stare at them not sure what to do. Then what Charlie says finally registers with my brain, school starts at 7:15 when I ate my cereal it was 6:30, crap. Can't be late today. Quickly rushing in I grab my bag off the counter and smile once more at Charlie then I'm back outside going towards the drive.
Sliding into the leather seat is one of the best feelings in the world and I can't help but widen my already face splitting smile. Turning the key the engine starts to purr. Then a thought comes to my mind, all the attention I'm going to get pulling into Forks High school parking lot in this car, probably much nicer than the other students' cars. If they stare it's only out of curiosity and maybe even jealousy. Who wouldn't be jealous this car is the shit, and I'm not just saying that because its mine.
Pulling out of the driveway I make my way to school. Unbeknown to me I'll find something more there than just pencils and books…