Umm... yeah. This is Bella's point of view. Please review and all that exciting stuff! (:
lots of love,
Alice
I like constant things; the clock that's always five minutes fast, Christmas breakfast, the clicking of my old bedroom fan. Repetition comforts me- change makes me feel awkward, unclad, vulnerable. Walking through the front door of my new home, I felt completely naked.
Why did Father make us move? I had lived in Phoenix since I was born; 17 years. I knew where I was and what to do. And although I wasn't the wealthiest person in Phoenix, I lived quite happily. In the 17 years I lived there, not much changed. It was constant, it was home. And yet, here I was, carrying a cardboard box up a steep, splintered staircase to my new room.
Even as novices, it only took Father and me a few hours to finish the moving in process. With it just being the two of us, we just needed my old truck to take all of our belongings. He would get his cruiser in a few days.
The house smelt of wet cardboard, courtesy of the cold downpour that saturated the boxes as we exposed them from the truck bed cover and carried them inside. Home shouldn't smell like that. It should smell like tortilla chips, Tide, and my favorite, sugar scented candles. Not like this.
I sighed, only making me inhale more of the unwelcoming scent. I stepped over empty boxes that lay strewn against the wood floor that could use a nice sanding and made my way over to my twin bed. I nestled myself under the quilt my mother gave me just before she left Father; I was months old.
I rolled over onto my side and gazed out the large window that was on the wall adjacent to my bed. Grey-blue drops splattered on the glass, contrasting against the dark green backdrop of the small forest that resided on the right side our new house.
"At least the weather will be constant," I muttered to myself.
I drifted to sleep, desperately thinking for another positive aspect of moving to the Olympic Peninsula.