I sat in my motel room waiting for my mom to come check on me. Since I finished my essay early, there was nothing to do except wait. My name is Isabella Swan, Bella if you will. In the summer before grade eight, I moved away with my parents the Florida to spend time with my dying grandmother. My father quit his job on the police force and the next thing I knew, I was on a plane.
My mom, Renee, never really liked Forks. She and my father, Charlie, married young and had me. Their relationship became rocky. Instead of giving up like so many couples do nowadays, my parents went to counseling. My mom claims they wanted to stay together for my sake, and I was the miracle that saved their marriage. Now they cannot be happier. After my grandmother passed away, we started on what I like to call our traveling family.
Work is hard to find, especially for a family man. We never stay in one place for more than a few months before moving on. Usually we rent a small place. If, by some stroke of luck, we come into a bit of money, I have the luxury of living in a motel. That is where I am now, some motel in the city of Seattle. Charlie is currently looking for a job on the police force. My mom went to get me a sandwich which I will be able to eat after she reads over my latest essay. I have been home schooled for the past four years. We move so often that I have seen most of America. I heard a knock on my door before Charlie let himself in. This was one of my requests. In exchange for not being able to have friends, I wanted privacy. It's not like I could get into any trouble anyways. No boys in my room. I don't know any.
"Bella, Is your mom back yet?" He looked serious. "I have some news"
My body tensed and my stomach clenched. I knew what was coming. It's the same news that we always got. There was no room on the force in Seattle, so we had to try another city. Maybe Tacoma or hopefully some other place not too far away.
"No" I replied "She's getting me lunch for after my English session. She should be back soon"
"Oh" nothing more than that was said. I used to be worried that all of our moving around would damage what counseling so carefully glued back together. I soon found that I had nothing to worry about. My mother was happy at the different scenery she got to see, laid back. Sometimes I wonder how she can be so 'go with the flow' about not having a stable life or income. Charlie sees to be happy though, as long as she is. Or maybe he's happy that he knows I will never be a rebellious teen. How can I? Without my parents for company, I have no one.
My mother walked in after a few minutes, stopping in her tracks once she saw Charlie home earlier than expected.
"I have some news" my mother just nodded clearly expecting the worst.
I spoke up on her behalf "Good or bad?"
"I guess it's a little of both" I looked at him, confused, and saw my mother doing the same. It was always bad news. Nothing else was expected. We stared simultaneously in shock until he continued.
"I can't get a job here because of my age." There it was, time to move again. I didn't see what the good news was in that. Maybe Charlie has begun to go senile. It's been known to happen. However, he didn't appear to be finished.
"The captain listened to our situation and felt empathy. He phoned up some friends that apparently owed him a favor. They recognized our name and offered me a job." This was great news! I couldn't understand why his face was so solemn until he let the last blow strike. "I start on Monday as the new chief of police in Forks."
That was it, the final straw. My head spun as I realized what this new information meant. I would be back in my hometown, with my old friends as a regular student. I could have friends for once. I smiled at my dad and offered congratulations. My mother didn't take the news as well as I did. One minute she was standing wide eyed, no doubt thinking of her personal hell she thought she escaped, and the next she was passed out cold in my fathers arms. I guess it was time to dig up the counselors number, we might have use for it soon.