A/N: Ok, this story starts off to be the same as Stephanie Meyers' twilight, but it has a completely different ending. Please bear in mind that it is: a) the first story I have written and b) I'm only thirteen so there will probably be some mistakes. But I would appreciate any constructive criticism.
When I get to it and if I can, I will tell you in which chapter it changes to my story. I hope you enjoy it.
BPOV
Done! I sigh as I zip the final bag up.
"Bella, are you ready? You're going to miss the flight!" says my mom, Renee as she peeks into my room.
"Just finished! Go on and sit in the car, I'll be out in a minute!" I reply. I pick up my three bags, and look around my room one last time, before shutting of the light and walking out of the house that I have lived in for most of my life.
I shove my bags in the boot, walk round the car, and slip into my seat. My mom starts the car and we are off, down the road and onto the freeway.
I guess you probably have about a million questions or two. Here are some answers...
Before I was born, my mom Renee and dad Charlie got together. Then they got married and had me. But they were very young and it didn't last, so my mom left with me when I was just a year old. We came to sunny, hot, Phoenix and here we have lived ever since. But now my mom is married again and Phil (the guy she married) moves around a lot for work. Mom used to stay with me while he was away but she missed him so I decided that I would go and spend some quality time with my dad, Charlie in the rainy, cold, dreary town of Forks. Yippee.
As we pull up to the airport, I look around me at the landscape and get as much out of it as I can because I know I won't be seeing it for a while. I get out of the car, grab my bags, wave my mom good bye, and head off.
When I finally arrive in Port Angeles, it is raining. I don't see this as a bad omen, just unavoidable. I shrug into my brand new parka, grab my bags off the conveyer belt and head out.
The first thing I see is the greyness of the place; grey cars, grey asphalt, grey clouds...
The second thing I see is my dad, Charlie leaning against his police cruiser. He gets off the car and walks over, giving me an awkward, one-armed, hug.
"It's great to see you Bells! How are you doing?" he asks me whilst taking my bags and putting them in the boot.
"Fine, I guess. Could do with a bit of a rest after the travelling" is my reply.
He laughs and we get in the car. As he starts it up he starts talking again, "I gotta say Bells, thank you for deciding to do this. I know you a-bit-more-than-dislike Forks so I'm really grateful that you're doing this and I hope you'll help me make it work.
I know you said you were going to do this but I just really wanted to give you a welcome-to-Forks present so ummm... I got you a car. Well it's more of a truck actually but you get what I mean. I hope you like it and all," he blurts out.
"A truck? Seriously? Oh my god. Thank you!" I enthuse. I mean, I know most people would absolutely hate a truck. But for me-a clumsy klutz extraordinaire- it was perfect.
We continued the rest of the trip in silence. I tried to memorise the way so that if need be, I would be able to get to Port Angeles on my own.
When we pulled up outside of the house, we got out. Charlie got my bags for me again and we walked upstairs together after he showed me where the key to the house was. We went into my room. Charlie put all my stuff on the bed and went downstairs, leaving me alone to unpack. As I put all my stuff away, I surveyed the room. Not much had changed. It still had all my pictures that I drew years ago up on the walls. The desk was the same. The only big difference was the double bed with the purple cover. I'm so pleased it was purple as purple is my favourite colour.
When I was done, I went downstairs to make dinner. I knew from experience that Charlie couldn't cook at all, so one of my requests was that I cook the meals. Charlie was willing enough to let me do so. I went into the kitchen and looked through all of the cupboards. All I found was a carton of milk, bacon, eggs and cereal for the morning. So I decided that it would have to be Scrambled eggs and bacon tonight. I would need to go shopping ASAP. I quickly got the eggs mixed with the milk and in a pan as well as the bacon. After about ten minutes it was all on the table.
"Dad! Suppers' ready!" I yelled in the direction of the sitting room. I sat down, waiting for him to emerge. When he was sat down, we started. When we were finished, dad cleared the table, washed up and the sort.
I went upstairs and got ready for bed; seeing as it would be my first day at school tomorrow, I wanted to get a good nights' sleep. Well...at least, try to get a good nights' sleep. I ended up reading one of my many books. But eventually I put it down and went to sleep.
Bzzzzz Bzzzzz Bzzzzz.
Ugh. I hate alarms. I groaned and opened my eyes to stop the stupid phone from ringing. I sighed and tossed over, giving myself a few minutes to relax. Then I got up, desperately looking for my slippers to stop my feet getting cold on this freezing floor. I found them and went downstairs.
Charlie had already left for work, so I would be eating on my own. I dug out a bowl and spoon and the rest and eat my breakfast. Then I went upstairs to begin my morning ritual; shower, wash hair, choose clothes (a brown top and jeans this morning), dry hair, pack bag, go to school. I got in my truck and started it up. It turned on with a roar. Then I pushed on the gas pedal and went to school.