Bella POV

ibe gone through so much in my short life Who knew 17 years could contain so much stress and heartache

My name is Bella Swan and todayI'm packing my bags preparing for the long journey to Forks, Washington.. you see my mother's new husband and I dont see eye to eye. The constant fighting wore me out and I could see the pain in my mother's eyes everytime id look at her. So I took it apon myself to move in with my father Charlie . I dlont want to stay where I'm clearly not welcome

Zipping my bag I make it to the front door

"Bella, you don't have to do this" my mother exasperated

"I know mom" I fake a smile and give her a hug . Of course Phill didnt care he just wants me gone

I get into the car and drive to the airport. I'm going to miss florada, I'm going to miss the heat.

After a long plane journey I'm finally met with the grey skies Forks offerd

"Hey Bella" my dad shouts as I walk through the terminal with my only duffle bag. My winter outfuts are limited.

" hey dad" I smile. We exchange an awkward hug and walk towards the police car my dad drove. Charlie is the chief of polivce here in forks. Which already guaranties a mass amount of unwanted attention at school tomorrow. "So Bella, I got a welcome home present for you" I instantly cringed. I hated it when people spend any form of money on me I remember the endless back and forths with my mother on the subject.

"Really? What?" I ask making the shock in my voive prominent.

"Yeah I got you a good car. Its a ford, nothing fancy but it will takee yoh from A to B" I smiles

My mouth falls open

"Wow dad you didnt have to" I blabble not faking my shock anymore

"It was no probblem Bells" my dad replies

After a hour we made it to cgarlies little white house, the center of my childhood. I saw a small white car in the driveway. To my suprise I liked it. It was cute actually. Perfect for me.

"WOw dad this is perfect thanks" I smile admiring the car. Now my day tomorrow will be slightly less awful.

We enter the house and I go upstars and turn right in the small hallway im met with the brown door of my bedroom. I open thr door and memories flood back as I take in the scene. The bed with the purple sheets, the small laptop on the tiny desk at the corner, the blue walls and black curtans. Time flies