Chapter 1 : Coral Blue Nail Polish
*Katrina's Point Of View
Sup? My name's Katrina Mikayla Swan, but my family and friends called me Kat, my said sisters are Isabella Marie Swan, but she hates when we call her Isabella, so we call her Bella, I however call her Isabella on occasion to just piss her off, because hey I'm her "little" sister, it's kind of my job. My other sister is Taylor Stephenie Swan, we call her Tay or Tay Tay, she's the youngest at the whopping age of 15, she just turned it last month, February, I'm 16, while Bella is 17. Our parents are Charlie Swan and now Renee 'Dwyer' since she just married Phil Dwyer. However we all have different looks, Bella has brown hair and chocolate brown eyes with a fair complexion and average height, she has Dad's eyes, but basically everything else is Mom's, she's pretty stunning in my opinion, her simplicity is what I always admired about her, but don't go telling her that, or she'll go "Aww, Kat you're so sweet" and all that mushy crap. I have raven black hair but I dye it on occasion to a different shade of black maybe even brown sometimes. I also have bright blue eyes, I get them from Mom. And I have an average height, I think I'm like 2 inches shorter than Bella, however my skin tone is slightly tanner than my sisters, and both my parents, I think it's from the sun out here in Phoenix that makes me tanner, ha my sisters get a little burned whenever they're out in the sun, while I get tanner, sucks for them ha ha. People describe me as exotic looking, eh I guess that's cool. Taylor however has blonde, curly hair, she gets it from our Dad's Mom Helen, I really love her hair, so does Bella, we always wish we got her hair, anyways Taylor also has bright blue eyes like Mom and me. But the real shocker is she's like 5'9 and she's only 15, so she'll keep on growing, she must have Dad's height, but her height makes her look like she's the oldest out of us three, and she has a fair complexion like Bella's and our parents. She reminds me of like America's Sweetheart or something. Along with our different looks we have different personalities of course, like I'm kind of sarcastic (as you can already tell, I'm sure of) and I'm kind of a bitch sometimes but it's all in good fun when I'm like that to my family, however I'm like a total outright fucking I'll kill you bitch if someone messes or makes fun or even looks at my sisters funny, as you can tell I'm fiercely protective of my family and I sometimes have a short temper. While Bella and Taylor have somewhat similar personalities, they're both even tempered, calm, and shyish but totally nice and stuff, I kind of made them sarcastic though or that's what my Mom says. Our Mom and Dad divorced when I was 1, Bella was 2, and Taylor was just a newborn, Mom says she couldn't stand Forks it was too small and gloomy for her, so she left with us, I kind of get it, Mom explained to us Charlie and her weren't kindred spirits and so she couldn't be stuck there, she took us with her, got joint custody, but we live with her, we visit Dad on Summers and Winter Breaks sometimes. Dad lives in Forks, Washington in the Olympic Peninsula. While Bella, Taylor, Mom and her new hubby Phil plus me live in Phoenix, Arizona. Which brings me back my current state.
Right now, I'm sitting on my bed, painting my toes a pretty coral blue. When Bella strides into our room (Bella, Taylor, and me share a room, we don't really care, since we're all really close) sits at the end of my bed, crosses her legs, and looks at me, kind of evaluating me as if she were a psychologist or something, oh right she's taking that Pyschology class. I set down my nail polish on my bedside table and ask Bella "Oh fuck, I'm not going to be your patient for that pyscho babble class again, am I? I mean Taylor could be the patient this time, she totally could do it, she has the quiet serial killer demeanor about her-" Bella interrupts my rambling by putting her hand over my mouth. Then she says "No, you're not Kat, can't I just look at my insanely gorgeous younger sister?"
I roll my eyes at her and take her hand off of my mouth and I say "Yeah now I know, you have an alterior motive, so just fucking tell me what's up." Bella laughs nervously and mumbles "We're moving in with Charlie" I respond with "What's that Bell? I couldn't understand what you said."
Bella bits her lip and says more clearly "We're moving with Charlie" I narrow my eyes at Bella and say "What do you mean, we're moving in with Charlie?!"
Bella puts her hands on my shoulders and says "Calm down Kat, we're moving in with Charlie, because as you can tell Mom wants to travel with Phil for baseball thingy, but she can't because she has us, even though she says she'd rather be with us, I know she wants to spend time with Phil, so I volunteered us to live the rest of our high school years with Dad, since we hardly ever see him, so it'll be ermm...nice to live in Forks to spend time with him, right?"
I let out a breath of air and grumble "Yeah, but it'd also be nice, if I was asked if I even wanted to go, first." Bella looks stricken now "Oh my god! I took away your free will, didn't I? I'm so so sorry, I'll tell Mom we can't go or-" this time I cover her mouth to stop her rambling from continuing "I was just kidding Bell, so chillax."
Bella looks better now, and she tentatively smiles "I'm still really sorry though" I wave my hand off at her "Forget about it, so can I tell Taylor with you? Prettttttyyyyy pleassssseeee?" I even batt my eyelashes for good measure.
But, Bella bursts my bubble by saying "Oh I already told her, she took it quite well, she's even baking macadamia nut cookies for you right now, just in case you took it well...super badly." I cross my arms and huff "That's mean, always assuming the absolute worst of me, but whatever at least I get my favorite cookies, so when are we leaving? Like next month, or something?"
Bella shifts uncomfortably and says "No, um we're kind of leaving tomorrow, so better start packing!" then she bolts out of our room.
Oh my fucking god, that fucking sucks, I need like a whole bunch of fucking jackets and coats and shit because it rains like a fucking lot in the lovely Forks, I swear they best be taking me shopping today.
I calmly reach to grab the glass of water off of my bedside table, but accidently knock over my coral blue nail polish in the process, spilling it all over my bedside table, damn the cursed Swan clumsiness. They best be also buying some coral blue nail polish when we go shopping or I am not going to fucking Forks.