"But Mom, it's my sixteenth birthday tomorrow! What do you mean you're sending me to Forks?!" I cried, stomping my feet on the ground.
"That's the reason I'm sending you there Isabella!" She paused. "You need to get a view of the world while your still young. Now go pack!" my mom commanded as she retired to her room for the night.
"FINE! If you want your alone time with Phil, you could've just told me to get a hotel room!" I yelled, slamming my door in a huff.
God dammit, why is my mom such an ass sometimes? Just suddenly, randomly sending me to Forks out of nowhere! I did my research. I know there's barely any sunlight over there, and best of all, it's in the middle of nowhere! I fumed, screaming into my innocent pillow that did nothing but sit on my bed. Sure, I wanted to see Charlie–my dad–, but mom had no business making arrangements for me to move to a whole different state without telling me until the last minute! I took my face off my pillow, exhaling a large breath that I had been holding. I punched my bed, huffing again. I'll just go out for the night.
When my mom and I get into fights, I usually cool off by taking a walk outside. At night, I would sneak out through my window. Once, Mom caught me sneaking through the front door, and as a result, installed an alarm for the house. I sighed and glanced at the window. It was a fairly tight squeeze, but I had no trouble getting in and out since I was petite, and I was on the first floor. I landed on my rear as I usually did, carefully closing my window so there was a little crack for me to get back in once I was done. I can't believe how mean my mother is.
I kicked a few pebbles off the sidewalk and into the road. Phoenix: a huge crazy town filled with crazy girls and even worse guys.........or around where I live anyway. I got a few whistles from men–obviously drunk from pubs–who seemed to linger around each street corner. I saw my favorite gas station come up in my view and I smiled. It was open twenty-four hours so I went there anytime, meeting with Garrett, the storeowner. He was a cool guy. He was in his late twenties or early thirties, and he always gave me discounts on little treats like popsicles.
"Hey Bella!" he called as he helped a customer.
"Hi Garrett!" I shouted back, snatching a honeydew popsicle from the small container.
"Something wrong?" he asked as the same customer made his leave through the doors I had entered.
"Yeah. My mom is making me go to Forks tomorrow." I sighed as I gave him a dollar for the icy treat.
"Woah, so suddenly?" He was as shocked as I had been.
"Yeah, it sucks. I'm going to miss coming here in the middle of the night," I joked as the shop owner gave a small laugh.
"Well, at least you can start a new life over there." He referred to the crappy one I had now.
"Yep. I guess that's an upside to it. Thanks." I smiled as I opened my package, eating my treat slowly, yet at a pace that would let me finish it by the time I got back home to my window
"Haha, you'd better come back to visit sometime, alright?" He grinned and I nodded.
"I'll be back for sure!" I responded as I exited the store.
"Hey Bella!" He called. I spun around to have a neatly wrapped box fall into my hands.
"Happy sixteenth." He winked as I grinned, yelling a 'thank you' through the glass door.
I quickly made my way back to my house, slipping back through the window, and placing my finished popsicle stick into the container where I had hundreds more. It was always my dream to build a birdhouse out of those things when I was little, but I never really got around to it. Thus, it's become a collection. Setting the small, wrapped box on my nightstand, I grabbed my brown suitcase out of the closet, opening it up and sticking it on the floor. I then opened my bra and underwear drawer, chucking all of them in, and moved down to my second drawer, which contained my favorite shirts. I sighed as I deliberated, trying to figure out which ones to pack. In the end, I decided to pack them all. I skipped over the third drawer–containing my less-favored t-shirts–, headed to my pants drawer, and packed all of my jeans, plus my one and only pair of Lulu's. I made it to the final drawer, probably my most favorite; my pajamas. Okay, they weren't really my favorite but they were warm and comfy, so who was complaining? I put away three different pairs, satisfied with my choices.
I sighed as I grabbed my toiletries bag, heading to the bathroom to quickly brush my teeth and wash my face. I made it back into my room, closing the door quietly so I wouldn't wake anyone up, and jumped into bed for the last night before I headed to Forks.