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A Twist in My Story is by Secondhand Serenade

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer gets the characters. However, I own the story. And the US Government owns Forks and Pheonix. Ah, well...one day...

Lost! (Coldplay)

BPOV

I sighed in frustration as my ipod died. I had charged it for the flight, but apparantly blaring indie as loud as it would go wasn't the best thing for it. I still had another hour and a half to sit through, and no way was I going to sleep. The trip from Pheonix to Forks was taking forever.

My mom Renee had wanted me to stay in Pheonix with her, and I can't say I would've minded staying. But my dad, Charlie, hadn't seen or heard from me in almost ten years. My last visit to Forks had been when I was seven.

I crossed my black converse and tried to wait patiently. Renee had convinced me to wear a long-sleeved gray, not black, top so I wouldn't freak out Charlie the first day. I let my mind wander back through my life.

I was constantly avoided by everyone else at school. I knew why. The black clothes, the black ipod full of music they would never listen to. The cuts down my arms that showed whenever I happened to wear a short-sleeved shirt. Which was rare.

Of course, a lot of things were assumed. Contrary to belief, I didn't do drugs or alcohol. I didn't smoke. I just liked black and I didn't like people too much. Even when I was younger I didn't have that many friends, and definitely no close ones.

My grades were good, high B's and A's. Not that I cared too much, I mean, I didn't want to be a C student, but I wasn't even planning on going to college.

Most of all, I wondered what Charlie was like.

---An hour later---

A voice came through the speaker on the plane. "Hello, this is your captain speaking. Please fasten your seatbelts. We will be arriving at our destination at one thirty in the afternoon local time."

So we had made up time in air. Wonderful.

I felt the wheels hit the ground, and minutes later, I pulled my huge (black) duffle bag, filled with all the clothes I had, my laptop, and my ipod and phone chargers. I wasn't a big purse fan.

As I walked into the terminal, I recognized Charlie. He obviously recognized me too, because he gave my a big smile and waved. I gave him a semi-real smile and waved back.

He hugged me once I reached him. "Hey kiddo! I haven't seen you in forever! You ready for a new school?"

I sighed. "Sort of." I didn't remember Charlie as being the talkative type. Maybe it was just today, he was excited.

I tried to put on my best smile as we walked to the cruiser. Oh yeah, he was police chief. I didn't like riding in the cruiser, even if it was just in the front. Oh well, I'd have to get used to it.

Charlie's voice broke through my thoughts. "You didn't have to dress so warm. It's in the middle of summer! Even if it is cooler than Pheonix, it isn't Alaska."

"Renee said it would be cooler than Pheonix, and planes are usually pretty cold. I don't like wearing a jacket though, so I'm glad I wore long sleeves." There was a complete lie. I didn't even know where that one came from, but it came out pretty quick.

And I think that was the longest thing I've ever said to anyone.

Charlie obviously believed this. I knew I couldn't wear long sleeves all summer though.

"Do you remember the Blacks down at the beach?" he asked by way of conversation.

I thought for a moment. The name rang a bell. Black...

"Oh, you mean the little kid Jacob and his dad?"

Charlie laughed. "He's anything but little anymore, Bella. He's at least seven feet tall."

I shook my head.

"Well you'll see him tonight. I invited them over for dinner. A little welcome party for you, kind of."

Crap. I never had good relationships with anyone, girls or boys, but...

Charlie pulled into a slightly familiar driveway and I knew where we were.

This was my new home.

Or old home. Whatever. This was where I was going to live for my junior and senior years of high school.

I grabbed my duffle bag out of the trunk where Charlie had put it and walked upstairs to my old room.

It was surprisingly clean.

Charlie had followed me up, and now he smiled. "I sorta cleaned it up a little for you. It was a mess."

"Thanks." There. I was back to my old, one-word-a-sentence self.

"I'll let you unpack." He closed the door behind him.

I looked around the room. Ew. It was way too bright.

I sighed and plopped my laptop down on the wooden desk, opening it up and turning it on. As soon as it loaded, I plugged my ipod into it to charge. Then I turned on my cell phone and stuck the charger into the wall by the bed.

I opened the closet doors and found a good amout of space. I immediately hung up the three black and one gray shirts I had brought, and folded my jeans and pajamas and put them in the dresser drawers.

I looked around the room and decided that I would definitely remodel by the end of the summer. The bed frame, desk, and dresser set were good, made of dark wood. The walls were yellow. Not good. I would paint them a dark blue.

The sheets and comforter on the bed were pink and blue. Definitely needed to be changed. Let's see...the sheets should be dark blue, to match the walls, and the comforter...something black and silver.

I also needed more clothes and a bathing suit. We lived on the beach now.

I pulled the shiny black $3,000 Visa gift card Renee had given me out of my pocket. She insisted I would need it for my clothes, school supplies, and redecorating my room. I now was glad I had taken it.

I shoved the empty duffel bag into my closet. I also needed to thing about finding a job. However I was not about to take one as a waitress or cashier. That was out of the question.

I shoved the card into my pocket, then unplugged my ipod and phone and put them in too. The ipod was a staple of life, the phone for calling Renee.

I made my way downstairs and smiled at Charlie. "I need to go get some clothes. Are you busy, or can you drive me to Wal-Mart or something? I don't know where anything is."

He smiled. "Sure. I'll be glad to."

He actually took me to Target, but that worked too. He left me alone to shop while he left to run errands or something.

I glanced through the junior's section, not wanting anything fancy, but just some tops and maybe a pair of shorts. And a bathing suit.

I pulled some v-neck tops, all of them black, off the racks and then sighed and put about half of them back. I pulled one back out in a dark olive green, another one in a dark gray, another in a midnight blue, and the last in a burnt orange.

Then I pulled one pair of comfy black cotton shorts to sleep in, and grabbed five or seven tank tops to wear under the tops and to bed. Dang, all of these shirts were so tight.

I then found three pairs of dark wash jeans, and one pair of loose cotton pants in case it was cold.

Afterwards, I decided I would need a toothbrush, shampoo, and those sorts of things.

At the checkout, I pulled everything out and set it on the moving black thingy. Still didn't know what it was called. The cashier smiled at me and asked if I would like a Target membership. I declined.

Once I was outside, I called Charlie and he was there within minutes. Oh yeah, Forks was barely a few minutes across anyway...

We got home and there was a car parked outside. Charlie opened the front door and glanced into the living room with a smile while I ran my purchases upstairs and tossed the bags on the bed. I'd put them away later.

"Bella!" I heard Charlie call. I came down the stairs slowly and Charlie put an arm around me, leading me into the living room.

"Bella, this is Billy Black," he pointed to a slightly familiar figure in a wheelchair, "and this is Jacob. Billy, Jake, this is my daughter Bella."

Billy nodded with a small smile. "It's been a while, Bells." The nickname struck me as familiar.

Jacob looked up at me...well, down at me. Charlie was telling the truth. Jacob was huge. He enveloped me in a hug. "Hey, Bella! Remember me?"

I studied him briefly. Just-below-shoulder length dark hair, very tanned skin, almond shaped dark eyes...

I spoke the first words I had in a long time. "Sort of."

Charlie grinned. "You guys wanna come eat?"

Billy rolled his wheelchair into the kitchen quickly, and Charlie followed. Jacob and I (I still wasn't gonna call him Jake. Not even in my head. It was too personal. Friendly.) looked at each other, and were about to follow, when I asked, "How did you get in?"

He rolled his eyes."Bells, no one locks their doors here. And anyway, we have a key." The thought of someone else having a key to our house was unsettling.

We ate Charlie's dinner of fish he had put in the oven. I made a mental note to go food shopping when I opened the fridge to get cokes. It was almost empty except for soda and condiments like ketchup and mustard.

I was almost actually enjoying myself by the time they left. I wasn't pushed to join the conversation, but not ignored either. The Blacks were interesting, anyways.

After their car drove away, I felt bad. I could hide in this shell of aloneness for the next two years, or I could open up and have friends. But I didn't want to lose my personality as myself by turning into something I wasn't.

I felt lost.