My fingers pulled on the woven bracelet on my wrist, my eyebrows pushed together in concentration as I tried to work out why my loving, devoting mother is leaving my father. And specifically, why I had to go with her.
They have been arguing constantly for the past year, but always made back up. I always knew my mothers smile was fake, it didn't reach her eyes like a real smile is supposed to do. And now we were leaving.
I'd miss the heat. I'd miss my friends. I'm miss going swimming and feeling the beating sun on my pale skin. I'd miss California. My mother, Daniella, kept saying it was for the best. 'change of scenery' she would call it. I'd more like call it 'hell'. In the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington State, a small town by the name of Forks existed over a near-constant cover of clouds. It rains there more than anywhere else in the United States. Just my luck my mother would choose there to live.
I turned around, my eyes locking with my mother piercing emerald ones. She gave me a weak smile, nodding her head towards the car as an indication. Time to leave. I looked into the window of the small wooden house I call home. My father, staring out the window, his grey eyes searching mine, begging me to stay. I lifted my small hand, going to wave but cant find the strength too. I give my fingers a slight wiggle, showing my dazzling smile. I saw his lips curl into a slight smile before he wipes it away again. I sigh, my body pulling itself into the passenger side of my mum's tight spaced car.
I watched out the window as my mother drove further and further away from Valencia. I choked back the sobs. I had to be strong. My mother needed me. I watched myself in the side mirror, watching my hair blow in the wind as we speed away to the airport. Never turning back.
Location: Forks, Washington
I rolled the window up as i felt a droplet of water hit my arm, my mother constantly fiddling with the radio, looking for a station to put it on. The plane ride to Seattle was long and boring. My mother didn't talk the whole time. She just looked out the window, acting as if I didn't even exist.
We passoed the 'Welcome to Forks' sign, my eyes narrowing as I looked around the town, I had to admit, it was very beautiful. But there was nothing interesting. A diner, a police station, a few shops and a small narrow road that lead towards the Indian Reservation.
I felt the car come to a stop as I look up at my new home. It was simple. Two storeys, white, surrounded by trees. It was cute.
I pulled my suitcase with me as i took a box in my hand. I didn't have a lot of stuff to take with me since most of my clothes was for hot weather which Forks never got. My mother walked in front of me, giving me a quick glance around the living area and kitchen before heading for the narrow stairs. I followed closely. She pulled me into a fairly large room. Twin sided bed, a desk, a bookcase, a closet. She gave me a smile before leaving to her own room. The good thing about my mother? She didn't hover.
I glanced around the lime green room I'd now call my room. I sat on the bed, looking out the window that faced the woods. I couldn't help but feel like I was being watched. Like something or someone was there. I shook away the feeling, beginning to unpack my boxes and suitcase. After I was done in about an hour, my mother came in with some food which I picked at. I wasn't a lover for most food. I was very picky. It had to be eggs, chocolate or pizza for me to actually enjoy it. I pushed my plate onto my desk, my eyes instantly becoming heavy. I pulled the white bed sheet over me, my eyelids fluttering closed as I slept a dreamless night.
I woke up in the middle of the night. It must have been about 2:30AM. I felt a slight chill as I looked towards my window. It was open. But I closed it before I went to sleep, didn't I? I couldn't help but feel scared. I glanced around my room in a panick, looking for a robber to be looking for money. My eyes caught a tall black figure, standing in the corner by the window, dark brown eyes, almost black piercing into my chocolate brown ones. I felt myself gulp. I went to scream, shout for my mother to come, but no sound came out. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping it was just a dream.
The figure was gone when I opened them, and my window was now closed.
I woke up the next morning to the rain hitting against the side of the house. I groaned loudly, not being used to the sound as I pulled my pillow over my head, trying to drown out the sound. Just as I was drifting back to sleep, I heard my mother shouting on me to get up. I looked at my clock, 10:30AM. I guess she had let me sleep a little longer incase of jet leg. I sat up, my long bronze curls falling all over the place. I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hands as I stood up, walking, no more like shuffling towards the staircase.
I locked eyes with my mother, giving her a little nod as a good morning, I grabbed my cup, filling it with tea. I preferred it a lot more to coffee. I sipped away at it, finishing it off in minutes as my mother finally decides to make conversation.
"We need to go to my new boss's house today. I have a surprise for you." She gave me a warm smile which I returned as much as I could, I stalked towards the stairs to go get ready, grabbing a boiled egg off of her plate as I shoved it into my mouth. I heard her chuckling as I walked into the bathroom, turning on the shower. It took a while to heat up but not too long. I quickly shampoo&conditioned my hair, rinsed my body and face as I stepped out, wrapping my hair in a towel, wrapping another towel around my body. I brushed my teeth before going into my room, opening my closet as I picked out a simple Greenday shirt and black skinnys. I pulled on my underwear, my clothes falling after as i gripped the hair dryer in my hand, blow drying my hair as fast as I could. I finished as soon as I heard my mother shouting on me to hurry up. I looked in the mirror, my hair, possibly even curlier than it was before.
I walked down the stairs to see my mother holding the front door open, I quickly shoved my converse onto my feet as I walked out, getting into her car.
The car journey was short. Probably only 3 minutes as we pulled onto the sidewalk of a house that looked similar to ours, just on the other side of the woods. I got out the car, following after my mother as she was already at the door, knocking with a big grin on her face. A girl, probably around mid twenties opened the door. She opened the door up for us to come inside, I walked slowly, my eyes meeting with hers on the way. I couldn't help but stare. She was beautiful. Native American for sure. But the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She gave me a small smile, seemed forced but I'll take it. I walked into the living area, standing next to my mother as she chatted away with a man in a police uniform. He had a badge that said 'Chief of Police'. Note to self: do not get into trouble.
"Oh Charlie, this is my daughter, Vanessa, she's the one I bought the gift for." I heard her excitement in her voice. I glanced at Charlie, giving him a small smile as I glanced around the house. My eyes caught the fireplace, going into my own daydream, but it seemed like a flashback.
FLASHBACK
"Seth! Leah! Stop eating all the food!" shouted a man, his eyes caught mine, Charlie? I watched closely as the two people who were stuffing their faces, looked at him. The boy, I'm guessing Seth, looked around 17 years old. He gave Charlie a wide grin as he continued to eat the food on his plate. The girl just frowned, her russett skin standing out against her white t-shirt. I instantly recognised her. The girl at the door. Her name was Leah. I watched from the doorframe as I looked at two other people who walked into the room, like I wasn't even there. The boy, must have been no older than 18. His jawline was sharp, his bronze hair in a mess on the top of his head but he suited it. His arm tightly wrapped around the girls waist. Her auburn hair ran down her back, stopping at the middle as she walked, very gracefully. The both of them did. They were like angels. They sat on the love seat in the corner, watching everyone around them. I watched as they turned to face Charlie who was closed to me. I couldn't help gasp at their eyes. They were a topaz colour. Was that, normal? Charlie seemed to be okay with them. I ripped my eyes away from them. I couldn't help but stare. They were both so beautiful. Almost as if they weren't real. My eyes caught a little girl, sitting in front of the fireplace with another russett person beside her. She was unwrapping a present, I'm guessing from the boy as he grinned down at her. The boy, was very beautiful himself. But when I saw his eyes, they weren't topaz like the other two people. They were dark brown, almost black. Like the person in my room. I heard the little girl squeal with delight as she saw her present. It was a woven bracelet. Just like mine. No, the exact same as mine. I watched as she showed the girl with the topaz eyes, the girl smiling at her as she takes it out of her hands, whispering "Would you like me to put it on for you?" I saw the little girl nod as the girl clipped it on for her. The little girl admired it as the boy admired her. Then she looked up, caughting eyes with mine. She had the same colour eyes as me, the same small nose, the same lips, her bronze curls framed her face. She didn't just look like me. She is me.
I was snapped out my daydream when my mother grabbed my hand, pulling me outside. I saw a red truck in the driveway as she pointed to it. "Tada!" she squealed, I looked at her surprised, running to the truck as I ran my hand along the side of it. "For me?" She nodded, I smiled widely, turning to Charlie as I smile at him, mouthing "thank you". He nods as I open the drivers door, hoping inside. I turned it on, it came roaring to life as I laughed with delight. Just like the little girl. I turned to face Charlie as I got back out of it, my hand still on the side "Where did you get it?" I asked. "I bought it for my daughter about 20 years ago for a welcome to forks gift. She had the same reaction when she saw it." I smiled as I kept checking out the truck "Where is your daughter now?" I asked curiosity getting the better of me. I heard him gulp as he whispered "She died 18 years ago. Her name was Bella. She got married when she was 18 to her high school sweetheart and they both died in a plane crash on the way back from the honeymoon. I heard she was pregnant but the baby didn't make it." I instantly felt sorry for Charlie.
That night, I was laying in my bed just staring up at the ceiling. Charlie's story about his daughter's death kept running through me. I felt, a shiver when he said the name Bella. I don't understand why. Then that day dream or whatever it was that I had in his house, of me, as a little girl with him, the girl at the door, the two beautiful topaz eyed people and the russett skin boy. I glanced down at my wrist that had my bracelet on it. My mother told me she gave it to me when I was too young to remember. But it was the exact one I saw in the dream. My mother wasn't there though. I sighed, deciding to finally shut my eyes as I had my first day at Forks High School tomorrow. Which, I was not looking forward too.
A/N I am so excited to get into this story. Chapters will probably be long as I'm really getting into it. A lot of Twilight quotes and references will be getting mentioned in this. I hope you guys enjoy. I will update another chapter later or tomorrow. Reviews are welcome!