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This is my first Fanfic. I hope you guys like it! I know this chapter's not that interesting but it's because I only had five hours to write this and I kept getting distracted! So I didn't get to finish where I wanted to! But I promise the next chapter will be better!:) Please Review:)
BellaPOV
Ugh. I seriously hate this. The thought of actually having to switch schools makes me want to die. I swear, I have never ever wanted to shoot someone in the face so badly as I do now. And that someone would have to be my mom.
She's making me move with my dad since she got married to her young new husband, Phil. Stupid Phil and his youngness.
Don't get me wrong, I love my dad. But did he really have to live somewhere really cold and technically deserted? I love the rain, though. But I prefer the sun. However, it doesn't do me any favors since I don't get tanned so easily. Damn me and my pale white skin.
When my mom and Phil had driven me to the airport, I had been so cold with my mom. I was decent with Phil since it really wasn't his fault. Phil said he had no problem whatsoever with me staying with them. But, nooo, my mom had to force me to say that I actually wanted to go live with my dad.
What the hell is that anyways? Making your own daughter lie, when all your job was to teach your children that lying was bad. That is some fuckery. That is some motherfucking bullshit. What kind of fucking parenting is that anyways? No. She is so not a good parent. The only good thing about the move is that I'm actually going to go live with someone who is actually a very good parent and knows what the fuck he is doing. Hallelujah, Charlie! Bless him.
As I left them behind, I had probably been a bitch. A very cold one. But I didn't give two fucks.
"Goodbye, Phil." I said as I smiled to him and gave him a hug. I then looked at my poor excuse for a mother.
"Goodbye, Renee." I said as I turned around and left. Take that bitch. I walked off and went through all the airport shit. When I was finally on the plane and it had taken off, I began to listen to my IPod. Music always takes my mind off things when I'm really stressed.
Somewhere in the middle of my flight, I had dozed off. I was having the best dream ever. I was alone in this beautiful meadow and I was just laying down and looking up at the clear blue sky. I was surrounded with the most beautiful flowers, and I could just smell the aroma around me. It was so peaceful. The birds around me were chirping, and some were whistling the most beautiful songs. For the first time, I didn't feel violent or stressed in my dreams. I seriously had wished that it was real.
Then, I felt that I wasn't alone. I got up and looked around me to see who was there. Then, my eyes fell on a lamb the was just staring at me with curious eyes, just like I was. As I started to approach it, it did the same. But, then I felt as if it wasn't just the lamb that was keeping me company in this meadow. We both listened with attentive ears. We then heard a load roar that made the ground sort of tremble.
"Whoa." I said as the lamb and I exchanged glances. I suddenly felt someone or something shaking me.
I opened my eyes to see the flight attendant looking down at me.
"Excuse me, Ms. Swan?" said the lady. "We have now landed."
"Thank you, Miss." I said as I smiled. She nodded and walked away. I would normally ponder on how the fuck she knew my name, but I was to busy not giving a fuck. I rubbed my eyes and popped a gum into my mouth. When everybody began to stand up, I grabbed my bag from the top shelf thing and waited until everybody started walking out. When I walked out, my eyes searched for Charlie until I found him in the crowd waving at me, trying to get my attention. I gave him a small smile and walked over to him.
"Hey, dad." I said as he gave me one of his awkward hugs.
"Hey, Bells. How was your flight?" asked Charlie as we walked over to get my other luggage.
"I don't really know. Fine, I guess?" I said as I shrugged. "I fell asleep for mostly half of it." Charlie began to laugh, and I joined him with a fake one.
"That's my bells." said Charlie. We got my other luggage and walked over to his cruiser. He had to bring the cruiser. You would think he would get another car so he wouldn't cause so much attention to us since he is the Chief of Police. And I'm the Chief of Police's daughter. So of course I have enough attention on me now.
I used to just spend three weeks here almost every summer, but it's been three or four years now. And my last Christmas with him was three years ago. So, I haven't seen him since then. I've gotten a little taller now, and my body has developed more. I am going to turn 18 in three weeks anyways.
I hate that the school year started already. If my mom wanted to send me away she should of had the decency to do it over the summer. But, of course she had to set the date for my vicious death during school. That bitch.
I'm going to be new meat at that school! And to top it off, they all probably know that I'm the CP's daughter. So I'm going to get eaten alive by jocks, nerds, whores, and skanks! Great. That's exactly what my shitty life needs. This is a load of fuckery. I'm serious.
"Your hair grew." said Charlie. That was his attempt at small talk.
"Yeah. I had it cut the last time I saw you." I said as I pulled a down one of my big brown curls and watched it spring back up. Charlie chuckled.
"Yeah, I remembered you tried cutting it, but it didn't turn out right. So we had to go to a professional to even it up." said Charlie, smiling as he remembered. Although I tried blocking out that memory. It wasn't my fault. I was going for layers since I hated having straight hair. Besides, I thought my hair looked fucking awesome when I cut it. My dad, however, thought it wasn't. So he had another person "even" it out. Sure it still looked fine afterwards, but it was too short-up to the base of my neck-and it wasn't how I wanted it.
When I came home afterwards, my mom looked at me and laughed. Phil, however, said I looked pretty. My mom tried making me feel better, but in private she would laugh and Phil would tell her that that was inappropriate to laugh in front of me. Phil may be younger than my mom, but he was more mature that she will ever be. If I had to lose a parent, it would be Renee. I love her, but she pisses the fuck out of me. I sometimes had the motherfuckin' urge to stab that bitch in the neck.
"So, uh, did I ever tell you how much I love you?" asked Charlie in a sheepish tone. He was up something. Something he was afraid I would get upset with.
"What's up dad?" I asked with a suspicious tone.
"Well, uh, Bells. One of my former friends died last year. So, I, uh, decided to, um, adopt her daughter since she has no other family." said Charlie.
"Well, dad. I'm sorry to hear about your friend. And well," I wasn't upset, but I was feeling weird with living with a stranger that I didn't even know who is now technically my step sister. And I did feel bad that she had lost her mom and she had no other family. So, of course I just put on a fake smile and said, "I'm not upset, dad. It's okay. I don't mind at all."
"Really, Bells? Great. I'm so happy. I was going to tell you, but I didn't expect this unexpected move in. I'm very happy about this, though." said Charlie. "And she's very excited to meet you."
I just nodded and smiled. Wow, I wonder how old she is? How she looks? How her personality is? Cuz I don't deal with bitches.
"Do I have to share a room with her?" I asked.
"Well," said Charlie, which meant a yes.
"It's okay, dad. I wasn't expecting you to make her sleep on the couch." I said. Charlie looked really relieved.
"Well, we're here." said Charlie as he pulled in the drive way. "Home sweet home."
Anywhere is better than being with that bitch back home.
"Yup." I said as I nodded my head. "Home sweet home."
Charlie took my bags up to my room and I followed him upstairs. Ugh. I seriously wish there was more than one bathroom. But, one of the best things that I love about charlie-he doesn't hover. So, he just dropped off my stuff in the room and then went down stairs.
When I went into my room I saw a few changes since the last time I was here. There were two beds with different bed covers. One half of the room was painted black, and the other half was purple. It was as if it was dividing the room into two. I bet the black side was hers and the purple was mine since I loved the color purple.
On her side there were posters of bands and movies,etc. Her bed spreads were black with purple, probably trying to even out the colors. I could tell she was the rocker chick type. I could deal with that. I had that phase earlier, and I still kind of do.
I was glad this room had two windows. And I love the way the furniture was put. My bed was pushed against the wall sideways, so the window was at the foot of my bed. And her bed was pushed upwards so her window is next to her kind of.
My bed was decorated with dark purple bed spreads and decorated like how it was before but only on my side.
It was still comfy. Different, but still comfortable for me. No wonder Charlie was worried. But, by this room, she had to be at least from 12 to 21. I had nothing to worry about...I hope.
I walked down stairs and saw Charlie sitting on the couch watching a game on the big screen.
"Hey, Bells." said Charlie as he saw me coming down the stairs.
"Hey, dad." I said.
"You hungry?" asked Charlie.
"Starving." I said when my stomach growled.
"Does your mother even feed you?" asked Charlie jokingly. If he even knew.
"Nope." I said as I popped the 'p'. He must've thought I was just kidding because he started to laugh. But, it's true. Renee didn't feed me that much. She was too busy with other stuff. Plus, she is a shitty cook. Phil cooked for me a few times. But Renee told him that I could cook for myself... ( -_- )The nerve of that bitch.
"Well, as soon as Rosalie comes home, we'll go to the diner." said Charlie with a smile. Rosalie. What a pretty name. Let's hope that pretty name goes good with her personality. "She went out with one of her friends and she'll be back in half an hour."
I smiled and nodded my head. I walked up to my room and shut the door.
To kill time, I began to arrange my books that I brought from my old home and rearrange the ones I already had here. I have 4 book shelves stacked with books. And they're not put diagonally, the are horizontal so I can stack them on top of each other.
In no time I heard the front door close.
"Hey, Charlie!" I heard a voice say. She probably sounded 16 maybe 17. Great. She's my age.
"Hey, Rosalie. Did you have fun?"
"Yeah. We went to watch a movie and then we went to eat." said Rosalie.
"Aw, you already ate?" asked Charlie. I supposed she nodded her head. "Oh, that's a bummer. I was about to take you guys out to eat."
"Wait, she's already here?" I heard her ask. Yeah, dad. Very enthusiastic. Either that or she doesn't want to sound to eager.
"Yeah, she's upstairs." said Charlie.
"I thought she was coming tomorrow. That would of gave me a chance to clean my room." said Rosalie. Um, excuse me. You mean my room? Or your side. I looked at her side and I did see a few clothes on her floor and the bed was still messy. "Well, my side. Since it is still her room."
"It's both of your room." said Charlie. Well, thank you Charlie. You still know it's technically my room since it was mine in the first place. She's just a visitor who happens to share my room. Well, maybe I'm being a little territorial since I don't know her. So, it's our room.
"Well, I got to go meet this famous daughter of yours." said Rosalie. I heard her walk up the stairs, so as my instinct, I jumped on my bed and pretended to read. I felt her hesitate at the door. I then saw the doorknob and eventually the door opened. I saw her walk in.
She was actually very pretty. She had flawless pale skin, full pink lips, and big eyes that were the color of violets. She had blonde hair that fell in big beautiful curls. She was a bit taller than me and she had a nice body that looked like a model's. She was wearing black skinny jeans, a purple tank top with a black one over it, and the most beautiful boots ever. No wonder she looked taller. She was probably absorbing me in too with the way she was looking at me.
"Hello," said Rosalie as she approached me with a smile. "I'm Rosalie Hale."
I stood up and walked up to her.
"I'm Bella." I said as I shook her hand. She seems pretty nice. Maybe we would get along.
"I know. Ha. Your dad talks about you all the time. It's kind of sweet." said Rosalie.
"Yeah, I, uh, just found out today that you were here." I said.
"Oh. That must've been like a big bomb dropped on you wasn't it?"said Rosalie.
"Not really. The bomb was when my bitch of a mother made me come over here." I said. Then my eyes opened wide when I realized I had cursed in front of her. "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to say 'bitch' in front of you. I-"
"It's okay. Haha. I curse, too. I was actually holding back 'cause I didn't know if you did or not." said Rosalie with a smile.
"Oh. I do. Ha. Big time." I said. "Are you knew to Forks or did you already live here before..the..you know."
"Oh, yeah. I'm new to Forks. To tell you the truth I just moved here a few months ago. And it's been a year since my mom died. But Charlie wanted me to finish my school year over there and then come over here."
"Oh. So, you just started Forks high school?" I asked.
"Yeah, pretty much. I was nervous. But then I met a really nice girl, so she's my only friend." said Rosalie with a small smile.
"Oh. It's okay. At least you'll have a friend. I'll probably be that loner that sits in the bathroom with a lunch tray in their lap." I said with a laugh.
"Well, no you won't. Of course you are going to hang out with me and Angela!" said Rosalie.
"Oh. Okay. That's nice." I said with a smile. "Did you really already eat?"
"Um, nope. It's just that I didn't really feel like going to the diner. I sort of had other plans." said Rosalie.
"Oh, really?" I asked.
"Yup. Angela and I wanted to go into town and go to the park." said Rosalie.
"Oh, that's cool." I said.
"I don't know if you would like to go?" asked Rosalie.
"Well, thank you for the offer. But I'm really starving, and this would be a great opportunity to catch up with my dad." I said as I smiled. "Maybe next time?"
"Yeah. Okay. I understand." said Rosalie as she smiled. "Well, I got to go. It was nice meeting you. I'll see you later."
"K. Bye." I said as she came in for a hug. We hugged and then she left downstairs. She told Charlie where she was going and then left. I ran down stairs, trying not to fall.
"Okay, dad." I said."I'm ready! Let's go eat! I'm starving!"
Charlie smiled and sat up.
"Alright. Let's go!"
We left for the diner, and my dad was happy that I was excited to spend time with him. When we got our food I practically shoved all that food in my down my throat. I was seriously hungry. This was one of the things I liked when I came to Forks. Even though my dad can't cook for shit, he always feeds me. He brings me to the Diner or gives me money to come to town and buy something to eat.
We spent a couple of hours at the Diner just laughing and talking. I told him that Rosalie was really nice and that she even invited me to go with her and hang out with her and Angela, but I said that I was hungry and I wanted to hang out with my Dad. Charlie was actually flattered of my choice.
We drove back home and I immediately went to take a shower. Tomorrow was going to be my first day at Forks High School and I was super nervous. I didn't know what I was going to wear tomorrow.
Wait. Why the fuck am I stressing? I don't really give two fucks what they think of me. I already made my first friend. My step sister-Rosalie. And who ever else I could meet.
I turned on the water and made it hot enough for me to handle. I got in and felt relaxed as the hot water relaxed all my knots and joints. I was really stressed, and this was exactly what I needed. I sat there, thinking.
Is it sad that I've never had a boy friend before? I don't know, It's just that I feel that maybe I'm too aggressive? Or maybe too shy. I don't know. But I've never had any boy approach me and say that they would like to get to know me. I always feel if it's because I don't have the big boobs and don't wear a lot of make up like all the girls do.
Sure I don't have the model body that girls like Rosalie have, but I have something close to it. Does that count? Is it my face? Is it because I don't have colored eyes? I don't even know anymore. Why is that girls have this problem? To guys it's always the boobs, the ass, and the pretty face. They don't even give a shit how our personality is.
But to regular girls, they just care on how cute they are and if the have abs. They don't care if they're complete assholes, as long as they're popular they are all over them.
But to me, it has to do with his personality. If his personality is amazing, then that makes me see him incredibly attractive.
But everybody is changing.
What happened to chivalry? Where are all the gentlemen? Where are the decent girls who don't go off whoring around with every guy? Seriously. Where are all the sane and normal people? Girls should start treating themselves with respect. Cuz that's what most girls are lacking.
Sometimes I wish that that magical moment happens when either you're the new girl at a new school, or if there is a new boy, and you instantly connect. Just like in those high school movies.
I laughed. Look at me. I teenage girl hoping for love. What else is new? I'm lucky I'm smart. Because as someone once told me: "I think with my head and not with my vagina." And that's what people should be doing. Call me old fashioned, but I seriously think people should save themselves for marriage. People should really start thinking with their heads and not there sexual parts. Sure I can be very pervy minded and think wrong, but that's my limit. I will never give myself out on a silver platter for every guy to take.
I'm waiting for the perfect one.
I got out of the shower and wrapped myself in my towel. I stood in front of the mirror and just stared at myself. I examined my face: big chocolate brown eyes with thick long eye lashes, flawless skin, full pink lips. I looked at my damp hair. I looked at my legs, and my arms.
Then, I figured it out. Nothing is wrong with me. The problem are the boys. The right one hasn't come yet. And when he does...I will be ready.
I dressed into my pj's and towel dried my hair. I got out of the bathroom and walked into my room. I saw Rosalie laying on her bed with her eyes closed as she listened to music. I didn't feel like interrupting her so I just hanged my towels and went down stairs. I saw my dad asleep on the couch. I creeped up on him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
I quietly walked up stairs and slipped into my room, quietly closing the door behind me. I saw that Rosalie had changed into her Pj's as well. However she was now looking at all my books.
"Yeah. I have a lot." I said as I walked next to her. She looked at me like she didn't know I was there. "And this is just the tip of the iceberg."
"Wow. I wish I had this many books." said Rosalie. "I hope you don't mind, but when you weren't here, I had read some of your books."
"It's okay. I don't mind. You can help yourself anytime as long as you don't ruin them and put them back where they were. No biggie." I said as I smiled.
"Oh trust me. I treat books as if they were babies. Carefully and with love." said Rosalie. I laughed.
We said goodnight to each other and turned off all the lights. I closed my eyes and hoped that I would not dwell on the thoughts of going to a new school. But sooner or later, I fell myself drifting off.
I opened my eyes and saw the daylight creeping in through the window. I got up and suddenly remembered that today was the day I was going to die or possibly get eaten alive. Great. I saw Rosalie still sleeping but I wasn't sure if I should wake her up. I got my towels and walked towards the door quietly. As I opened the door, I heard Rosalie wake up.
"Oh, Good morning, Rosalie."I said with an embarrassed smile. "I wasn't sure if I should've woken you up or not.
"It's okay. I don't take long to get ready, so just go take a shower. I'll take one after you." said Rosalie as she smiled. I nodded and went into the bathroom.
I took a quick shower and walked to my room wrapped in my towel. Rosalie was about to go to the bathroom. I stopped her.
"Hey, Rosalie. What do you think I should wear?" I asked her.
"Well, I think you should dress like yourself, Bella. Let them accept you for who you are." said Rosalie with a smile. I smiled at her and thanked her. She nodded and walked into the bathroom.
Like myself. Hmm. Who knew that Rosalie would be so cool and down to earth.
I dressed myself in my usual clothes. I put on some regular dark blue jeans, a black tank top, and a red sweater. I towel dried my hair and put on my usual head band. I then put on a bit of eye liner on the top water line and mascara. There. I dressed like myself.
After I finished brushing my teeth, I was done, so was Rosalie. She dressed in dark red jeans, a black t-shirt and a black sweater. Her hair was the same as yesterdays, and she did her make up on her eyes like I did.
"Bella!" I heard my dad call out. "Can you come outside, please?"
I ran outside and saw my dad next to a big, old, Chevy truck.
"What's this?" I asked, even though I knew what he was going to say.
"This...is your new truck." said Charlie.
"What? This? No way! This-Oh my gosh! Th-this is perfect! Are you joking me! Wow! Thanks, dad!" I said as I got in.
"Yeah. Got it from my friend, Billy Black. You remember him do you?"
"Yeah. I do. Tell him thanks!" I said as I smiled.
"Will do. All you have to do is double pump the clutch and you're good to go." said Charlie.
"Okay! Thank you so much, dad!" I said as I got in the car. He smiled and then I saw Rosalie come out.
"Wow! Bella got a new old car!" said Rosalie.
"Yeah, I did!" I said. "Do you need a ride?" I supposed that she might need a ride.
"That's okay, Bella. I have my own car. My mom left me her red BMW." said Rosalie as she pointed to the car on the side of the road.
"Whoa. That is an awesome car." I said as my mouth dropped. But I didn't care what car I had. What mattered was that I actually have a car now!
"Well, gotta go. I have to pick up Angela." said Rosalie. "See you at school, Bella."
"Okay, bye." I said to Rosalie and Charlie. I drove off until I saw Forks High school. I then began to get really nervous.
Well, here I come Forks High school.
A/N: Wow! What do you think is gonna happen to Bella on her first day? Will she have that fantasy she's been yearning? Or will everything turn to a horror story? Please Review:) I appreciate it!:)