New Everything
Chapter One: The Move
Bella's P.O.V.
My mom, dad, and I were in our car on our way to our new house. It was a long way from Seattle to Forks, Washington. We reached a street and I read the sign, Asbal Avenue. All the houses were pretty big, most were two stories but a few were three stories. My father parrked in front of a black and brown house, two stories high.
As I exited the car, the wind blew my hair into my eyes. The weather was nice, it was fall after all, a few days after my thirtienth birthday. The trees' leafs were orange, some scattered on the sidewalk as the nice breeze came once again. I might like this place after all. The yard was well kept and not a single piece of trash on the whole street. I guess these neighbors were going to be better than our old ones in Seattle. They were slobs and these seemed like clean freaks. Finally a place I could fit in to.
"Bella," my mother called," get your stuff." I hurried to the trunk grabbing two boxes and stumbling towards the now open door. Placing the boxes down, I took a chance to look around. It was beautiful. There was a chandelier on the vey high ceiling and I had never thought stairs were important, but these were beautifully carpeted. Word of the Day: Beautiful. I already seemed to be using it a lot today. My father grunted as he came in with the rest of our belongings, I took that as a cue and went to help him.
My room was upstairs, second door to the left. When I opened the door, I was impressed. My dad had already been here to place the furniture in such as the beds, nightstands, etc. so it was all ready, I just needed to unpack. The bedding was purple and the wallpaper was a blue-violet color, I loved it. The closet was gigantic and that was no use for me. Sure we were a wealthy family, but I wasn't your average girl. I didn't like shopping for clothes or make-up or One Direction. I liked sports and was pretty darn good at them despite my falling a lot. I mean, I do like shopping, just not everyday. And my number one rule for make-up was: only at special occasions. It seemed fair enough and my mother agreed.
I finished unpacking by noon, so I had 9 unwanted hours to do absolutely nothing. My "bedtime" was at 9:00 because tomorrow morning would be the first day of a new school year at Forks Middle School. I decided to take my dog, Fudge, to the park. I put my black converse on and headed out, grabbing my phone in case my mom needed anything. We arrived at the park the park thirty minutes later. It should've taken 5 minutes but we had a lot of trouble navigating the new area. I didn't recognize not one face here and no one made an effort to talk to me so I settled for playing Fetch with Fudge, his favorite game.
I was so into the game I didn't realize a group of kids, around my age, staring at us. I stopped and practically oggled at the beauty of each of them. "Hi, I'm Alice," said a small, pixie-like girl stepping forward. They all gradually introduced themselves one by one and then it was my turn. Apparently they were two families: the Cullens and Hales. Emmett was a big, warm Cullen as were Alice and Edward. Rosalie and Jasper were the Hales' troublesome twins. They were all very nice and joined my game with their dog, Spot.
We got tired after a while so we ended our game. Instead we talked. They were all going to be attending 8th grade at Forks Middle School just like me. My day lightened up at the thought of having a friendly face or friendly faces to see at a new school. Maybe we could even sit together at lunch. Our homeroom teacher (yes, for all of us) was going to be a so called . Word around was she was a "give respect, gain respect" kind of person. I could work like that. I was that type of person too. I checked my watch, 7:30. "Crap," I said.
I had to go my mom would be worrying about me. We were sad even though we would see each other the next exchanging phone numbers and saying goodbye I noticed that they were following me. It turns out that Rosalie and Jasper live two houses down while Emmett, Alice, and Edward lived right next door. We were all happy, now, and surprised. Edward asked me if I wanted to ride with them to school in the morning and I said yes very thankfully. I watched them leave my driveway and then entered my new home.