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BPOV
I hugged my mother and James, my step-dad, good-bye before I got on the plane from Ireland heading for Denver. From there, I would get on a plane going to Seattle, Washington. I was going to live with my father, Charlie, while my mom and James traveled with his professional soccer team. My mom was slightly paranoid about me staying home alone so much so that I told her I was going to live with my dad. My mom knew that the reason I had to leave Ireland was not because I didn't want to have her worry about me being alone, but something else entirely.
The wet, muggy air hit my face as I stepped out of the plane. There was a light breeze that carried with it the scent of rain and wild flowers and something else that I couldn't quite place, that blew my seemingly impossibly long red hair out like a fan behind me. As I walked down the steps to the terminal I noticed that the sky was cloudy and dark.
Great, more bipolar weather! I thought.
I saw my dad waiting for my by the door of the pick-up area. As I hurried over to him, me being me, I managed to trip over my own two feet, and stumbled into him.
"Sorry about that, Dad, I guess my balance hasn't improved since last time." I said as I gave him a hug.
"It's okay. No harm done." He sighed as he returned my hug.
As we walked to the car, I saw he had brought the cruiser. Great, I thought. He asked my how my flight was over from Ireland, where I had lived with my mom until she met a pro-soccer player named James. When they had gotten married and started traveling with James's soccer team, I decided to move to Forks with my father Charlie.
"I enrolled you in the local high school… You start tomorrow." I noticed my father was talking to me as I came back from zoning out.
"Okay, that works for me." I replied. "Um, Dad, do you by chance know where I can buy a car?" I asked.
His response to that was to chuckle. "There's no need for you to buy a car. I bought Billy's old Ford Pick–Up from him. It's old, but it runs," he told me.
As I hugged him I said, "Thanks, Dad. That makes my life a lot easier."
As we pulled up in front of the house I noticed a navy blue old pick up with silver stripes in the driveway and, for me, since I don't care much for expensive cars, it was absolutely perfect.
The next day I woke up at six to get ready for school. I showered, and as I waited for my hair to dry so I could brush it out without making my head hurt, ate breakfast and got my backpack ready.
As I pulled up to Forks High School, everyone outside turned to stare, at me or my truck I couldn't tell which, as I pulled into a parking spot, I saw a new looking silver Volvo sitting in a spot away from all the other cars. Whoever's it was, the owner had to be rich or something.
The day went pretty smooth. When I say smooth, I mean I managed not to fall flat on my face, though I did trip going up the stairs. Gym was the class I feared the most, although since I was new I didn't have to do anything other than sit and watch the soccer game. At lunch, I sat with a couple people who had been in my English, Spanish and in Gym with me. They seemed really nice and the two girls, Angela and Jessica had already asked me if they could be my best friends which I thought was kind of weird but I liked that they were so open to me.
When I arrived at my Biology class, I saw him; a boy with blond, wind blown hair, pale skin, and weird colored eyes. When I walked through the door, he stiffened and covered his mouth and nose. The teacher told me to sit in the only available seat, which was right next to, as the teacher told me, Jasper. He scooted as far away from me as the desk would allow and turned his face away, so that he wouldn't have to look and smell me, I think. Although, when I casually smelled my hair, it smelled like my usual strawberry and raspberry shampoo, so I couldn't think of what his problem could be. When the bell finally rang he shot out of his seat and bolted for the door.
