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My name is Isabella, Isabella Swan. I lived with my mother and her husband, I say husband because he isn't actually my father. My father and mother got divorced when I was just a few months old. My father's name is Charlie Swan; he is the sheriff of the "good town" of Forks. I use those quotation marks because the town Forks is my own personal hell.
My mother ran away from Forks with me as a baby, Charlie and mum got married because of me really. In high school they were sweethearts and they conceived me. Of course Charlie proposed, thinking it was the right thing to do. However my mother soon ended up unhappy and feeling trapped in Forks. Therefore you can obviously understand my uncontrollable excitement about moving back to the dull and rainy Forks for the summer. Mum is off the tropics while she leaves me with Charlie for some "much needed quality time". Honestly, all I can think is how many days until I'm back in the sunshine and with me friends.
The ridiculously small plane lands in the rain, I don't see it as a bad sign just something that is unavoidable here. Now for the most terrifying time of my whole 7 hour journey to my own personal hell...the 1 hour car ride because to insignificance alone with Charlie. I expected him to be picking me up but what I was greeted by was even more horrific than I expected. Charlie had picked me up in the police cruiser. Oh dear god, I can't even explain my embarrassing it was when the cute guy id been talking to on the plane looked at me as I had to hand my one duffle bag over to my father. As Charlie puts it in the truck of the police cruiser, lights flashing and everything I tried to hide my face so he wouldn't notice me. I wanted the ground to swallow me up right there as I swiftly ducked into the from passenger seat of the car and pulled my hood up. When Charlie got into the car he turns off the lights and pulled away.
A negative side of being in a police car? Everyone... and I mean EVERYONE drives slowly around you for fear of getting caught out and slapped with a fine. This added to the awkward silence in the car with Charlie did nothing for how tired I was. I was already homesick and I'd only just left sunny Arizona. AS the clouds got the thicker and began to get closer and closer to the ground and my eyes began to pop I realized that we were climbing up into the mountains, meaning we were less than 15 minutes away from hell. I pulled out my cell phone and surprise surprise; no reception. I shoved the useless piece of metal and plastic back into my pocket and crossed my arms as I watch the drops on rain running down the window and turn into lines as Charlie picked up his speed and passed the border sign for Forks. I was already holding my breath as I examined the people we passed, they all seemed to be wearing huge duffle coats and walking boots with fluffy ankle socks tucked into their jeans. It was hard not to laugh at their fashion choice. I wasn't much to talk about...I tended to stick to plain jeans and a shirt with some converse but honestly...these people. I looked at Charlie and he shrugged, "Things don't ever charge around here Bells, just gotta get used to it" he explained as I rolled my eyes and then smiled at him. At least he was trying to make me more comfortable.
As I let a small laugh pass my lips and uncrossed my arm we pass a group of people sitting outside the town diner, they were not like the rest of the good people of Forks. Though they were all too fashionable and, let's be honest, too gorgeous to be living in Forks. There was one specific person with them who stood out to me. Anyway... there was a boy in the group, actually I don't know if you could call him a boy really, more of a man, but he was the only one of the group who actually caught me looking. I couldn't help it, it was a strange kind of sight; they all had coffee on the table in front of them, but they hadn't been touched. They all looked off into different directions; their eyes distant, bar the one couple staring right into each other's eyes, which is just another level of awkward and the man who was now staring right into my eyes. His dark black eyes caught mine and refused to release them, regardless to how hard I tried to blink or look away. It wasn't until we stopped with a small squeal of the breaks that I caught on that Charlie had parked and I panicked, the man was still looking at me and I had an intensely uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach that I should be frightened and run away but it also felt like I was melting at his gaze. I heard a muffled explanation before Charlie lifted himself out of the car and walk to the general store next to the diner. I fight my gaze away and look back to my phone, hoping it could distract me enough to remove the temptation to look back at him, at the man and his dark black eyes and pale skin. I couldn't remember anything else about him but those two things. I heard the door open as Charlie threw a bag of groceries into the back seat and got into the car next to me with a worried look, "Bella? Are you okay you're as pale as a ghost" he sounded worried but unsure if he should ask me in case I got angry. This kind of made me sad, I didn't want there to be that fear in Charlie's voice. I smiled and put my phone down when I turned to look into his brown eyes (sometime if he was worried or sad enough he would remind me of a puppy), "I'm okay dad, don't worry. I'm just tired from all the travelling" with a small sigh I leaned my head back against the head rest and made a show of closing me eyes so he would drop it.
As Charlie pulled away I peeked back at where I had seen him and couldn't help but do a double take. He was gone, the coffee he had sitting was still there, sort of, it had been tipped over and it was now dripping off the table and onto the floor beside the blonde girl's feet. I couldn't help but notice her unimpressed grimace as she glared down at her ruined shoes. However it wasn't the tipped over coffee or the chair he had been sitting in, which was just falling over on its own that caught my attention, everyone that he had been sitting with were now all watching me. At least 7 very pale, very attractive young people were all making eye contact with me and I could have sworn that their eyes were all the same if not a slight variation of the darkness his had been.
Just as we pulled away I cause a glimpse of the smaller girl turning, standing and looking at the tree line with a small frown of worry...
Those eyes...I know them from somewhere...
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Helena xxx
