Chapter One.
Leaving.
"Bella, honey. Wake up! Your flight leaves in 2 hours!" my mom Renee yelled. I swear she's crazy, even more crazy than I was when I did E. I slowly got up out of bed, tired as hell. I stayed up till 3 in the fucking morning for no apparent reason. I always blame it on a fake sleep disorder. Great I was moving to Forks, Washington to live with my Dad, Charlie.
My mom decided to send me there because I got in trouble with the cops. I got caught smoking weed. What can I say? I'm a stoner. The cops agreed to drop the charges if I moved away from Phoenix. Well, my mom, the major bitch thatshe is, agreed without a second thought. And really, who cares? I mean - I'm a little hurt - but hell man, I don't want to go to jail. It would look bad on my record. Plus, my mom has her new lover man, Phil.
I'm a straight A student. Amazingly, I pay attention in all of my classes, and I study. But holy lord! On the weekends, I'm a totally different person. I'm not Isabella, I'm just Bella. As I looked in the mirror, I was disgusted at what I saw. A girl with long brown hair, waist length and messy, blood shot brown eyes, way too thin. I almost looked anorexic, but how I loved my thin body… it was amazing when sneaking into small places.
I was rummaging through my closet looking for something to wear when I heard a light knock on my door. "Bella, sweetie, are you up?" my mom called quietly.
"Yeah mom, I'm up and I'm getting ready. So don't bother me anymore 'Kay thanks," I said as politely as I could, but I just heard my mom make a disgusting noise and walk away from my door. "What a bitch." I mumbled under my breath.
I found an outfit, took a shower, got dressed, fixed my hair, spiked it and all. I looked through my bag and found that someone had taken my lighter. Oh good lord, I only have 100 more of them. Idiots, they don't know me at all. I took out my iPod and listened to Thousand Foot Krutch as I walked down stairs. My mom was beckoning me to go out to the car. I'd packed all of my shit that night before, so I was good.
By the time we got to the Airport, I was listening to Rob Zombie. As an emo/scene/stoner person I have got taste in music. According to my friends, the best taste. Man, I was seriously going to miss them. When I got to the security gate, I felt a wave of relief. Goodbye sunshine and hello rainy days. "Bye, Bella. I'll miss you," my mom said, but the happiness was obvious in her voice. Wow, she's a terrible liar. I'm glad I'm good at it, I thought.
"Yeah, bye mom."
I went through security 3 times. My mom and the security guard insisted. She probably thought I was hiding something in my bags. Good for her. Finally she let me go, andwith that I walked away and boarded my plane. I was more than ready to make a new start.
On the plane ride, I listened to my iPod more and read 'Interview with the Vampire' by Ann Rice. She is one amazing author, and I got totally lost in the story. Before I realized it, I was half way through my hour plane ride to the Port Angeles airport. Forks is a small town in the Olympic Peninsula.
As soon as I got off of that plane, I saw my dad standing there, not even paying attention. "Dad!" I called and he immediately turned around with a huge smile on his face.
"Bella!?!?! Is that you? My god it is you! You look so different!" he said.
"Yeah I know, weird, eh?" I said, smiling.
"Well - welcome back."
"It's good to be back home, Dad. I missed you."
"I bet it is. You need help with your luggage?" he asked.
"Nah, I got it. I didn't pack a lot. Not too many things that I wore in Phoenix could be worn here," I said, laughing. I put my stuff in the back of his police cruiser – yeah my dad's a cop - and he drove us home. The car ride was long and quiet, but the sights that I saw were really pretty. Thank goodness I had a nice camera. I knew it would be a lot of fun, walking around in the woods and taking pictures of anything that I thought was gorgeous.
When we finally got home, I took my stuff straight up to my room. It looked the same, just with a light coating of dust. I was tired as shit - the plane rides had worn me out. Damn, I thought.
Charlie ordered pizza so he didn't have to cook. I suggested I might cook in the future and he happily agreed to that. I told him I was tired out of my mind, which was true, and that tomorrow would be my first day of school at Forks High School as a junior. I mean - for 17 - I knew more than what people gave me credit for, but still, tomorrow would be a big day. When I finally went to my room that night, I was exhausted. I undressed, put on some pajamas, and slipped into a deep sleep.
