There comes at time in every ones life, where there is an important decision that needs to be made, that can have a huge impact on your whole world. It all starts out with the little choices, that build up until you come to face the mother of all choices. You never know when the time will come, or how even, but it's all inevitable in the end.
But you don't always have to do it alone. The people all around you play a role in every day life, and are there when most needed. You just have to trust and have faith to make it through. And you get through it. Even me.
My name is Isabella Swan, but you can just call me Bella. My story begins with one of many small decisions. Now, I should tell you that I do not do well while under pressure, so this decision was not an easy one to deal with at first.
Ever since I was a small child, I have lived with my mom in the over populated Phoenix, Arizona. Renee left my dad when I was just over a year old, and ever since I have made the trip up to Forks, Washington every summer to visit Charlie. I can't really say that I enjoy these trips, with Forks being the bane of my existence, but I cherish the rare times I get with my dad.
Renee , a child at heart, didn't plan on being alone for the rest of her life. So I wasn't surprised when Phil came in to the picture. He's a pretty alright guy, and he makes mom happy, and that's all that matters. Right?
Right.
So, the happy couple got hitched about two years ago, making the house an almost unbearable ugh-fest of lovey dovy-ness. But I didn't mind. I was actually happy for awhile. Until that horrid day. The day that would make my life a living hell, until I figured out a plan to fix it.
The problem was not Phil, but his job. It was tearing our little family apart. And mom was the one taking the hits for it.
You see, Phil's a Minor League Baseball player, so this entitled a lot of traveling. And when I say a lot, I mean A LOT. Renee wanted to be with me, but couldn't stand to be away from Phil. And I understood. So I had to take matters into my own hands.
Charlie was ecstatic, to say the least. He was more than willing to be Mr. Full-Time Dad again. And surprisingly, I was starting to feel happy again. Like I had something to look forward to. I could handle Forks, or so I thought. And mom wouldn't have too make those tough decisions on either staying with me, or going with Phil. So I was willing to make the change.
If I only knew then, what I know now.