Hi, my name is Izzy (Dwyer) Swan.
I have black hair with blue highlights, piercing and a tattoos. One star on my left ankle, a piece of writing saying 'Life Sucks' on my right shoulder and a black rose on my lower back.
I guess you could call me a 'rebel' or an 'emo' but I don't really give a shit about what people think. Its who I am. No one can change that. Not even my Dad.
My life officially sucks!
First of all my 'Dad' calls my Mum and begs for me to come back home to Forks, Washington, but we all know th1ats not my real home.
I consider home in Phoenix, Arizona, that's where my best friend, Sadie, lives.
Me and Sadie have been friends since birth, my mum loves her just as much as I do. In a non lesbian way. She sticks with me when things go wrong and gives me advice when I need it.
We are both 17 years old, she is only a few months younger than me.
So anyway, I am now on the plane on my way to Forks for the rest of my life.
Not good!
It rains too much and you never get any sun, unlike Phoenix, so that means no tan but that's nothing new to me since I'm part albino. Thank my Mum for that, not me.
The flight was absolutely annoying as hell, for starters I had to sit next to an old lady and she decided to tell me her whole life story from beginning to right now, secondly they didn't have any on flight entertainments and lastly I had to sit right next to the toilets that smelt like rotten fish mixed in with crap.
When we landed I rushed straight to baggage claim and then waited for my Dad, Charlie.
He came not too long after I arrived.
His face when he saw me was priceless, what he didn't know was that I had gotten my eyebrow pierced and my lip pierced. A bar through my eyebrow and a rind on my lower lip.
He quickly composed his face and suddenly he broke into a run towards me.
When he reached me he gathered me in a hug and sighed deeply, I even thought he had tears in his eyes.
I just let him hug me to death and rolled my eyes at his behaviour.
'It's good to have you back, Bella' he said smiling broadly.
'My names not 'Bella' anymore, it's Izzy' I replied with a board look on my face.
'Oh, okay, ill get used to it, here let me take your bags'
He tugged on my two large suitcases and started pulling them in the direction of his car.
I carried my last bag, well not really a bag more like a guitar.
I sat through the half hour car ride to my new 'home' while blasting Paramore's Ignorance out of my I-pod.
As soon as we got home, I ran upstairs into my childhood room, still black and blue, and settled into my bed still in my jeans, converse and Linkin Park top. I fell asleep quickly dreaming about what my first day of school would be like tomorrow.