1. La Push
Okay, this is my story!! It's my first fanfiction so...I don't know it just is.
JACOB HATERS BEWARE!! Jake is one of the main characters here and Edward isn't. It will still be a great story (hopefully) but if you say bad things about my story just because you hate Jacob I will find a way to punish you for your evil deeds so beware!!
P.S. If at least one person reads and reviews this I will continue, if not then I will still continue, just not post it. (So if you read it and you want more, review or else nothing will happen.)
Enough with this, read the story!
I was in the plane, on my way to La Push, Washington, to live with Charlie, my dad, for awhile. I was proud of myself for it: I hated La Push. The only reason I was going was to give my mom some alone time with her new husband Phil. That way she would be free to go away on his many trips with him and not be stuck taking care of me.
When the plane came to a stop I put on my sweatshirt that I had brought on the train and went outside. It was freezing! Goodbye warm, sunny Phoenix, Arizona. I sighed as I went to go pick up my luggage. It was easy to find since it was faded on one side from to sun in Phoenix. I picked it up and went to Charlie, desperately hoping he had not taken the police cruiser. It was fun when I was little for him to start the sirens while he was driving me from place to place, but now it was just embarrassing. I hated it!
"Bella, over here!" Charlie called out to me.
When I picked him out from the crowd of people, I walked over to him. I also checked outside to see if he had taken the cruiser, but saw it nowhere. Thank god!
"Hey there Bells, nice to see you again," Charlie said.
"Nice to see you too Dad," I replied.
We went out to the parking lot and Charlie walked up to an old, red, rusty truck. He got in the passengers' seat and told me to drivers' side. When I was in he handed me the keys and said, "Welcome back Bells!"
Wow! A new truck! "Thanks Dad, you really didn't need to get me a car."
"You're welcome," he said, embarrassed by my thanks, "I got it from Billy Black. Remember him? He's practically our neighbor now; I found another house on the beach that is almost right next door to his. I think it will be easier to keep in touch now."
"Cool! Maybe I'll stop by his house first."
I put the keys in the ignition and the car loudly came to life. I drove over to Billy Black's house. Charlie pointed out where our new house is. I turned into Billy's driveway. I expected Billy to come rushing out to greet us, but instead his son, Jacob came out. He smiled at me as I got out of the car, then went back inside. When he came out again, he was pushing Billy in a wheelchair. That must be why he sold the car to Charlie. He couldn't drive the car because he was handicapped and Jake was too young to drive.
"Hey!" I called out to them.
"Hi Bella!" Jake said to me. He had his long, dark hair pulled back in a hair tie.
Charlie and I walked up to them. Jake and I started to walk along the beach. This is what we always seemed to do whenever we saw each other, walk on the beach. I think I was actually going to like being in La Push now; I had a new truck and was living right by Jacob. I could just walk along the beach with Jake everyday if I wanted to.
"Anything new happen lately?" I asked.
"Yeah," Jake said then grimaced, "There's some sort of La Push gang now. They call themselves the protectors and all the adults like them. They always seem to get their way."
"Why would they like a gang?"
"Sam Uley's in charge. They say he's the best thing that ever happened to La Push." He grimaced again. He obviously didn't like them at all.
We stopped walking and sat on a log that washed up on shore. The moon was just beginning to rise and Jake seemed a little uncomfortable. He stood up and motioned me to walk back to his house. When we got there Charlie was saying good-bye to Billy and planning another fishing trip.
"Guess it's time to go. I'll see you tomorrow at school," Jacob told me then headed up to his dad and wheeled him back inside.
"Bye Jake," I grumbled to myself.
I drove back to our house—despite the fact that we could have walked—with Charlie in the passengers' seat. When I got inside I started to unpack what little I had brought. Once I was done, I got ready for bed and grabbed Wuthering Heights and began reading. Eventually I turned off the lights and went to sleep.
My only dreams were of Phoenix, and the warm sunny sky. I wished I could go back, but I also wished that my mom would be happy. Also, I wouldn't want to leave Charlie and Jacob. I guess I'm stuck in forever rain.