The town of Forks was small compared to Chicago, but compared to my old hometown of Chief Land, it was pretty big.
Main street was at least a mile long, the board walks filled with people out for a stroll, on errands, doing daily shopping or just sitting and watching every one else go by.
The shops varied: taverns, dress shops, thrift stores, post office, general store, doctor, and more than likely everything in between. Horses were tied to the front railings, stomping their feet in the dirt, drinking water in the trough, just being horses.
I sighed, sitting behind my mother and father in our wagon. We, were moving here.
My father had brought most of our belongings to our new home weeks before n his many trips out here. The long, week, trip.
I moaned softly at the thought, gently rubbing my bottom. Just the thought of the trip brought back all of the pain. Being shoved into the back of a wagon along with a ton of crates, trunks, and chests is not fun, let me tell you.
"Good day Charlie!" A man yelled out from the streets.
"Good day Mike!"
I didn't bother to look up, quite content with resting against a pile of blanket beside me with my eyes closed. I'd already looked my fill.
I sighed softly, the wagon slowing down. I sat up, opening my eyes as we came to a jolting stop.
"Mama, where are we?" I asked, looking around at the busy street.
My father was helping my mother down from the wagon seat, not listening. I stood on stiff legs, stretching my arms over my head.
"Bella!"
I squealed, hearing my brother. I turned towards the front of the wagon and saw Emmett running down the boardwalk, grinning like a cat that got the cream.
"Emmy!" I clambered towards the side of the wagon, crawling over our luggage, trying to get to my brother.
"Careful-" Emmett began, worried, running faster.
I reached the side, and my skirt caught on a chest lock. I fell face forward over the side.
Right into a pair of warm, strong arms.
Not belonging to my brother.