Bella POV:
I look around my room.
It hasn't really changed much over the years, which isn't surprising since Charlie probably hadn't even come in here while I was gone.
I've only been in Forks 3 weeks and I already missed mom and Phonex.
I suppose I just have to suck it up and grin and bear it in this horrid town for her sake. Renee deserves to be happy. So now while she is off having the time of her life with Phil, I had the pleasure of being miserable in the cold, wet, and boring town of Forks. Horray for being noble!
I already created a routine here in the first week: go to school, come home, making dinner for Charlie and I, finish my homework, reading or watching tv (whichever I felt like that day), shower, sleep, repeat. I liked it; it was comfortable. Charlie, on the other hand, was upset once he caught on. I think he felt bad, which he shouldn't since it was 100% my idea to move here. Besides, he isn't exactly the master of excitement. His routine is even blander then mine. Whatever. Over dinner last Tuesday he casually suggested I find a hobby. I argue that reading and cooking were both hobbies in there own rites, but he still wanted me to get a new hobby. Great.
And that is how my room gained a new piece of furnature- a guitar stand. Of course, sitting in that guitar stand was a new, used guitar. Charlie had offered to help pay for it, but he had already gotten me a car. Its not that bad, I guess. I had always wanted to learn an instrument, even though I'll probably suck…. I don't think my clumsiness and poor hand-eye cordination is limited to sports and, you know, walking.
There is no way I am going to be able to learn how to play by myself; I need a teacher. I don't want an old, smelly guy or a pot-head hypie, which were who the majority of teachers I found online were. Out of 47 teachers, I found one that was half-way desent. He is a few years older then me, so he isn't old, he goes to the local college, so he can't be that drugged out.
His name is Edward Cullen.
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