"Bells," my dad Charlie called, "Can you come down here please." Charlie was the chief of police in the dreary town of Forks that we call home. I shut my book. I was reading Wuthering Heights. I have read it three times now.

"Yeah. I'll be down in a minute dad" I called. I skipped down the stairs. I was very proud of myself for not tripping. Charlie was staring blankly at a piece of paper.

"The bank says we're in debt. We have to sell the ranch." He sounded very hopeless and defeated. I was shaking. I grabbed onto the table for support.

"W-What are we g-going t-to do?" I said, still shaking.

"I called a family that was in the news paper. They said they were looking for a place to put their summer home. They are coming today to look around. They will be here for a week."

"Does Emmett know?" I whispered. At least when you whisper, your voice can't break. Emmett is my older brother. My mom past away when I was four. So, that left us three.

"Yes I told him yesterday." I was furious.

"Why didn't you tell me then?!" I said. How could my dad keep this from me?

"I didn't want you to worry. Bella, I don't want to do this anymore than you do." He looked at me with apology written all over his face.

"Wait, they are coming today?" I asked. How long had he known this?

"Yes. I have to go feed the cows. Bella promise me that you will be nice. Please." Wow. He was really serious about this.

"Yeah. Dad I'll try." I said. I was NOT going through this without an attitude. He can't just all of a sudden tell me he is selling our ranch!