IM NOT STEPHANIE MEYER, I JUST WISH I WAS
PRELUDE
ANOTHER HOT HUMID DAY MET ME AS I RELUCTANTLY OPENED MY EYES ON THIS MY DAY OF SELF EXILE, I GLANCED AT MY BAGS ALREADY PACKED AT THE END OF MY BED , MY SOON TO BE REDUNDANT PARKA THROWN CARELESSLY OVER MY CHAIR.
WITH A HEAVY HEART AND A DEEP SIGH I SWUNG MY LEGS OUT OF BED AND HEADED FOR THE BATHROOM WELL AWARE OF MY MUM DOWNSTAIRS TRYING NOT TO CRY AT THE THOUGHT OF ME HER LITTLE GIRL MOVING TO LIVE ACROSS THE COUNTRY TO LIVE WITH HER FATHER BECAUSE SHE HAD REMARRIED AND IN EFFECT PUSHED ME OUT.
FORKS. A SMALL TOWN IN THE BACK OF BEYOND WAS BECKONING ME AND THE ONLY THING I WAS A LITTLE EXCITED ABOUT WAS SEEING MY DAD , CHARLIE AGAIN, IT SEEMS LIKE YEARS SINCE I HAD LAST SEEN HIM WHEN REALLY IT WAS 11 MONTHS AGO WHEN HE HAD TRAVELLED TO FLORIDA TO SPEND THE OBLIGATORY 2 WEEKS WITH ME IN THE SUMMER.
BACK TO THIS MOMENT TO UNDERSTAND WHY I FELT I HAD TO GO TO FORKS IS TO TAKE YOU ON A JOURNEY BACK IN MY HISTORY TO UNDERSTAND MY LIFE AND IN ESSENCE WHO I AM, WHAT MAKES BELLA, BELLA?
