A/N So I'm warning you now that this is a completely different feel from TCS. I will still continue writing TCS, but this idea has been brewing in my head for awhile and I couldn't help but write it. I hope you like it.
As usual, I love hearing what you think: good or bad. I am always open for ideas and suggestions, so don't hesitate in telling me where you want the story to go. I always try to incorporate your ideas into my story because this is as much for you as it is for me.
Disclaimer: Twilight. Definitely not mine. :D
BPOV
Why the hell did I think this was a good idea?
I asked myself this question in various different ways as I sat on the plane that was heading towards my new home in Forks, WA.
My parents divorced when I was two-years-old. My mother, Renée, was twenty-two years old and my father, Charlie, was thirty-two years old. The age difference sort of ruined any chance of their relationship lasting.
Renée packed our things and moved us to Phoenix, AZ. We lived in a small two bedroom cottage. Renée was a kindergarten teacher, so we couldn't afford anything better. I never minded the way that we lived; I was never a materialistic girl.
In school, I was always a kind of outcast. I only wore black clothing unless I had to dress up for something. My fingernails were always painted black and I usually wore a black band t-shirt and black skinny jeans. I stood at 5'4" and weighed 110 pounds. I had brown hair and brown eyes. I wasn't anything to look at; especially when you had beautiful blonde bimbos everywhere you looked.
I always had to take care of Renée who was a child at heart. She would try yoga classes one week and then try skydiving the next. She was very scatterbrained, but I loved her. I never minded taking care of her, though.
A few years ago, Renée met Phil. Phil was the exact opposite of Renée; he was very focused and determined. He was a minor league baseball player who hoped to get into the major leagues. Things got serious and they got married a few months ago. I decided to keep my last name as Swan while Renée changed her last name to Dwyer.
Phil got a job in Jacksonville, FL as a high school baseball coach. I decided that it would be better for them if they went to Jacksonville while I shipped myself to Forks to live with Charlie.
Charlie was the chief of police in Forks and was very dedicated to his job. Like me, he was calm, cool, and collected. He had never gotten over Renée, so he lived alone in the house that they bought together after they got married.
I hadn't seen a lot of Charlie over the years. I would spend a month with him during summer breaks every year, but I would usually hang out with my friends in the La Push reservation while he worked. Jacob, Quil, and Embry were the only real friends that I had. They knew the real me and accepted her. I loved them unconditionally.
The airplane touched down and I was apprehensive at seeing Charlie. The last time he saw me, I looked completely different. My hair was longer and less blunt. I didn't wear the heavy eyeliner and I didn't only wear black. I hoped that he wouldn't fuss too much about it. I doubted that he would; Charlie was never one to linger on things.
I got off the plane and went to grab my bags. Everything that I owned managed to fit in two duffel bags. I grabbed them and looked around for Charlie. I found him scanning the crowd, looking for me, with a sign that said "Isabella" on it. I sighed as I realized that I would yet again have to tell him that I went by "Bella."
I walked over to him and he smiled at me. A real, genuine smile that made him look a decade younger.
"I missed you, Isabella," he said while grabbing me into an awkward one-armed hug.
"It's Bella," I told him.
"Sure, sure," he said. "It's good to see you again. Can I help you with those?"
"Sure," I said simply.
He grabbed a bag out of my hand and we left the airport. I groaned internally when I saw that he had driven the police cruiser. I didn't want to be seen in the chief of police's car; that would call attention to me. I hated attention.
We drove in silence to the house. I stared out the window at the gloomy, rainy weather of Forks. I knew it was something that I was going to have to get used to.
We pulled into the familar driveway where a large, rusty, red truck was sitting.
"What do you think?" Charlie asked.
"It looks the same as the last time I saw it," I said.
"Not the house," he said while shaking his head. "The truck. It's your homecoming gift."
"You got me a truck?!" I exclaimed. I was suddenly excited because I wouldn't have to walk or be driven in the cruiser. Both would have sucked to have to do.
"I'm glad you like it," he said.
We got out and grabbed my bags. We ran inside, hoping to stay somewhat dry. We walked towards my room which hadn't changed much from when I was born. There was still the rocking chair that Renée bought when I was born in the corner of the room. The desk had an obsolete computer on it and a chair that matched the desk. The queen sized bed was in the corner by the window and had a purple comforter on it. The closet was empty except for some hangers.
We threw my stuff on the bed and Charlie left me to unpack my things. I put my clothing on the hangers and put them in the closet. I pulled the pictures that I had brought with me and put them on the desk. There was one of me and Renée when I was eight after a dance recital. There was one of me, Renée and Phil after the Oktoberfest when I was fourteen. There was one of me, Renée and Phil at their wedding.
I pulled my cell phone out and called Renée so that she would know that I got home okay.
"Hey honey," she said on the first ring. "I miss you already. How was the flight?"
"It was okay," I said. "I miss you, too," I added.
"You can always come back home," she offered.
"No, Mom," I said, shaking my head. "I think this is better for all of us if we keep this arrangement. I'll be eighteen in little over a year."
"I know, baby," she said. "It's just hard to have my little girl so far away from me."
I sighed and said, "You know that I'll keep in touch with you. Phone calls once a week and e-mails two times a week. Just like we agreed upon before I left."
"I love you, Bella," she said. "I always will."
"I love you, too, Mom," I said. "I'll call you later, okay?"
"Okay, honey," she said. "Be safe and have fun."
I rolled my eyes before shutting my phone. I threw myself on my bed, exhausted from the flight. It didn't take long for me to succumb to sleep.
