Disclaimer: I'm not Stephanie Meyers and I don't own Twilight
Feb. 4, 2008
Once open a time, well actually it was last week, my mom got dumped by another boyfriend. Just like always we packed up and moved. This time to a little town named Forks, Washington. And as always I had to say goodbye to my friends and good life in Reno, Nevada. Renee, my mother, acts as if we're journey that will take us all over the U.S, but for me it was like a bad roller coaster that I couldn't get off. I tried to stay strong for my little sister Alice even if she's 18 and only 11 months younger than me. Me, well I guess you might want to know I'm Bella.
In my life I have moved 23 times, 22 of them were because Renee was left heart broken by the loser of a boyfriend she had. But the very first one was the one that never healed, when my father Charlie left us for some pretty young blonde that was only 9 years older than me now. Why I ask as he was packing his thing, He had told me that he didn't love my mother any more, but I question if he even loved us too.
So then from the time I was 13 I haven't known what a real home is like. I once thought we would go back but then realized that I have no back to go to. With the car pack, gas, money, and clothes we were gone. 'No trace' is my motto. If they can't see you were there then you weren't. My trust for men has gone; they don't really want you for you they want you for what you look like. Take my advice and don't trust anyone, ask questions to get answers not just to fell up the silence. Tip for the week- Keep your enemy close but only to know there weakness. Very busy, not really just tired!!. I write when I get to my new prison cell. - Yours truly Bella S.
I was very tired and the thought of a new school and a new house overwhelmed me. My sister though was more like my mom ready to try out new places and things. How they have the energy to move and still be happy I could not answer. Have they forgotten about our old life or did they not allow the memories to consume them. My I guess I could say I was like my dad quite and shy, but very klutzy. Another reason I hated going to new places I never made a good impression. I either trip on the way in the classroom or fall on the way to my desk but what was horrible is right when people except that I am a klutz we leave and I have to do it all over again. But I only have 1 year left of school, it will be over soon, I hope.
On the way to Forks I thought about what to do to my room and weather or not I should even unpack. There aren't going to be many kids in my class so do I need to bring out all my clothes. Not that there were many, I had googled Forks weather earlier and put all our summer clothes at the bottom. So yes I would unpack it all, I would hate to have to do laundry more than once a week. We drove into Washington and were swallowed by an ocean of green.
The blue sky was covered now by clouds and the ground by fog. I had forgotten to bid the sun farewell. It would be some time before I would be able to see it again. Lucky I found the house in the weather but I guessed it wasn't going to get any better. The house was small but nice Alice and I had to share a room but we've had to do it before. There where 2 bedrooms, a nice sized bathroom, a small dining room, kitchen, and living room but well we weren't going to be here long anyways.
Our bedroom was lavender with yellow curtains, I didn't change anything but Alice was making plans and talking about designs, not even bothering to see if I was listening. Again I question how she could be so optimistic when we would be gone within the month. Our mothers flings never lasted long then after she was told it was over we would be gone before the end of the week. I told mom I wasn't hungry and the drive wore me out so I was going to bed. Alice was busy unpacking our clothes and didn't mind me going to bed. She knew what moving did to me.
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The next morning began off to a bad start, I woke up and fell off my bed, then got in the shower and it went cold, went down to breakfast and fell off the last step. It was going to be a great day. Mom had forgotten to get milk so I had to eat my cereal dry. She had an interview at 8:30 so she dropped us off at school but we had to catch the bus home. Alice practically skipped to the office and sang to the poor girl behind the desk that we were new and needed our class secludes, again a little to optimistic for my taste. Once we were outside we compared our classes. We have only 2 together but they were drama and English. We then departed to our separate classes. My first class was math, the next best thing to happen to my day, I trudged to the torture the call math.
As I entered the room I felt all the eyes of the students on me the bell had just rung so I knew the teacher was greeting them good morning. I looked strait ahead but made sure there wasn't anything for me to trip on. "Are you Mr. West?" I asked "Yes and I presume you are Isabella Swan?" Mr. West "Please call me Bella." "Good please have a seat next to Mike" he pointed "Right there" I walked back to find an over eager boy pointing to the seat next to him. "I am Mike." He said trying to act cool "Bella" was all I told him. I sat down and tried to listen to what they were going over for the rest of the class period
