Chapter 1:The Scientist
I didn't want to go.
My mom, recently now named Renee Dwyer, the woman who was suppose to love me and keep me safe forever in her warm motherly embrace, was shipping me off across the country. And the worst part is, she moving across the opposite side of the country I'm moving to, so even if I could secretly fly the first plane back to Phoniex from Forks, her and her new husband, Phil, would be unpacking their stuff somewhere in Jacksonville.
Though this wasn't entirely her fault, she is newly wedded and wants to spend time with her new found lover. But she had her honeymoon, and I've been trying to avoid them and the house at all cost so I wouldn't accidently...see any unneeded to be seen by me things. Unfortunately, that was the key and lock to the reason why mother dearest is sending me away.
"You should be able to spend time around your own home without having to hide Bella, besides I'm sure you'll be estatic to catch up with Charlie!" she said. Her eyes were pleading with me to agree.
"During the summer," I argued, "besides I abhor Mia, and I can tell she enjoys torturing me."
It's true, last summer when I was reading my old Wuthering Heights copy she snatched the book away from me and made it fall apart.
I almost died.
"Oh Bella," she rolled her eyes, "stop giving everyone a hard time.
Listen, your father and I finally after fifteen years are happy and with love the ones we are suppose to be fated with. Is there anything wrong with that?"
Yes, your own daughter doesn't provide you with happiness.
"No, but-" I was rudely interrupted.
"This isn't an argument Bella, because you have no choice in the matter, I suggest you pack quickly so you can be on the first plane tomorrow."
Now my mother is a lot of things; crazy, childish, native, maybe selfish...
But she's not a B, if you know what I mean, that's my stepdad, but since he's male, I'll give him the privilege of calling him A-hole.
He knew I was timid around him, and like the young, stupid twenty-six year old boy he was, he got high of it's not even really him, it's his gender.
Men frighten me, and that caused girls to flee from me to, because who want's a friend that makes the hot boys fly away. My mom urged me to "get over it" and have fun with my youth, but everytime I tried, everything went downhill. So me being the exact contrast as her, unpopular and friendless, she was upset with me. Which caused Phil to be upset with me, because all she did was speak about her concerns which pinpointed at me, and it was messing with their valued sex life.
As I said from the very beginning. My mom, recently now named Renee Dwyer, the woman who was suppose to love me and keep me safe forever in her warm motherly embrace, was shipping me off across the country because her husband thinks I'm interfering with their sex life because I hate being around men and girls hate that I am afraid of men.
So when he suggested I packed, I did. Though it didn't take long since I had almost nothing to wear in Fork's dredding weather. After I securely packed my arts, I left my room and walked downstairs through the living room to the kitchen to make dinner.
"Trust me Ren, all she needs is to spend some time with her dad, then she'll lighten up about the whole nun thing..." Phil assured. He made my blood boil with made me blush furiously in anger.
Never in my life have I uttered the words "I want to be a nun", so why is he even punchering that. A small part of my mind tried to explain that it was only sarcasm, but I'm a very serious person with a very serious problem that no one will bother to acknowledge in my presence. When I asked my mom to go to therapy, she almost cried and said I wasn't a freak, so why did I need a shrink.
I wanted so very much to tell her, "because mommy, I'm unhappy."
Of course after I finished the steak and mashed potatoes and alerted them dinner was ready, I didn't bother to bring up the subject. People don't just sit and listen to someone else's speech anymore. They interrupt and insult and blame. Instead, I fixed myself a fruit salad, sat by Renee, ate, and swept away to cry myself asleep silently, because I wouldn't want to disturb the lovebirds.
NEXT DAY
"Oh Bella, I'm going to miss you so much, please remember to call me after you land," Renee gushed. I knew she was just getting caught up in the moment, but I didn't feel like being mean even though she deserved it, so I just nodded and hugged her.
"Goodbye." I told her in a firm way. I felt like a robot, but quickly smiled sadly when she took notice at my emotionless state. With one last wave, I headed toward the plane without a second look.
Six hours later I headed off the plane in search for my Police Chief of Forks dad named Charlie. What I got was Mia.
Mia is a blonde middle aged woman with too much make up and not enough clothing. She was pretty, and met my dad at an unusual robbed bank in Forks. That's all I needed to know of her.
"Bella, I can't believe you're moving with us, this is going to be so fun!" she yelled. Then practically dragged me to the police cruiser while I was still carrying my suitcase.
"Why didn't you drive your car? And were is...dad?"I asked. I sat uncomfortable in the back because she demanded, um, insisted I sit in the back.
"He's at the store buying you a lot of food since you enjoy cooking"- that was her way of telling me I was making dinner from now on- "we're going to pick him up now."
I plugged in my earphones and began listening to the song of the week, The Scientist.
Every week I listen to a song I'm curently obsessed with, then I draw whatever comes to mind for however long it takes. My little art projects. I've been doing this since forever, and one day I'm going to either send my best one, or videotape myself creating and advise them to speed forward. I'm going to wear my white, long jacket splattered with colors of paint, a birthday present from my mom, in the beginning. Then at the end I'll change into an art-admiring outfit.
This caused me to smile.
"Bells!"
I paused the music.
There was only one person who I allowed to call me Bells, guess who.
I rolled down the window and saw my overly excited dad. He was flushing with happiness, he made my smile widen.
"Hey dad, I missed you, how's Forks?" I asked politely. My dad was a good man, a good man with bad taste. Nevertheless, I loved him, just like I loved my mother, but in different ways.
I loved my mom for not getting an abortion, and for raising me alright. I love my dad for letting me be me, accepting me, and not hovering.
"Well," he shoved the bags in the trunk, I could picture Mia wishing he'd shove them on me, "the whole town had been buzzing about you and-"
Not what I needed to hear. Now I'm traumatized by knowing about people are actually going to pay attention to me. Gulp.
He switched seats with Mia and I rolled up my window not hearing anything except a low mumbling while I freak inside my head.
It's okay Bella, you're a plain girl. Brown eyes, brown hair, pale skin. You'll just be a new flavor, then no one will bother you. Also, you don't speak to strangers, and when you do, it's short and simple, they'll be so bored-
"By the way, we have a surprise for you," Charlie continued. Mia nodded in...real enthusiasm?
"Yes oh, one more turn, I can hardly wait!" she squeeled. I bit my lip wondering if my dad had joined the dark side, or if Mia had a personality disorder.
Then we were right in front of it, I big, red, rusty truck.
I gasped. Mia smiled.
"I LOVE it!"I confessed. Mia frowned. It was totally me and to-tally perfect.
"Really?" Mia asked. She pretended to seem intersested but I knew she was disappointed and horrified.
"Yes, this beauty is art, art on wheels," I breathed. My dad fully grinned, I didn't know his teeth were so nice.
I hopped out with my suitcase, but Charlie grabbed it and offered to show me my room before I could argue.
"Where'd you get it?" I asked as we climb up the stairs. Mia did whatever.
"You remember Billy Black?" he asked. I remember everything Charlie, remember that.
"Yes, he's your friend, and he has a son named Jacob that I used to make mud pies with." I answered. Charlie raised his eyes surprised, but nonetheless satisfied.
"Yeah, well Jacob fixed it up and I bought it real cheap from them, since I knew you wouldn't want me or Mia to drive you. You should be very thankful I'm almost as stubborn as you, because Mia almost talked me out of it," he smiled. I didn't.
"Why?" I asked. He bristled, not wanted to make his new wife look bad in front of his only child.
"Oh, she wanted you to earn it, but I know you do well in school and don't make trouble, so I let that slide," he confessed. I nodded but didn't take the discussion further. Like I said, speak your mind;interrupted, insulted, blamed.
The next few hours were filled by my quick unpacking of clothing and carefulness of my art work. I asked my dad if I could use the basement for my work, he obliged. So I dusted and swept until I was seezing my nose out, and called it a day. That is until someone asked me in a clipped tone when I was making dinner.
I made turkey sandwiches with chips for them, and yopait with a slice of watermillon for me.
"When did you become a vegetarian and a health freak Bells?" Mia asked. I pursed my lips.
"Just Bella," I said, "and I became more concerned with my health after I learned one in six people in America die of obeseity," I justified. Her eyes squinted, does she think I called her fat? Oh well.
"Oh, I almost forgot," she annouced, "today is Sunday right, you'll be staring school this Tuesday."
I sighed and felt the vein in the middle of my forehead throb. She irks me.