Edward's Mate
Moving is hard thing to do. Especially when you go from dry, hot and sunny weather to wet, cold and cloudy weather. I was in Forks, Washington. Where the forecast is 99.9 percent overcast 364 days a year. "Hey Dad" I said when I saw my dad as I came out of the terminal. He still looked the same, the same old brown eyes, same old scruffy chin, and the same old black hair with specks of grey here and there. "Hey Bells! I've miss you." He said as he wrapped me in a hug. "I've missed you too dad." I said as he let go of me. "So, how was your flight?" "It was good; although I prefer a car. Let's head home." I grabbed one of my bags and he grabbed the others as we headed toward the exit to the airport. We walked in silence until we got to the exit. I was grabbing the door but he insisted on getting it, so I let him ahead of me. That's when I saw them, a group of 6 or 7 people. They were all very pretty, but there was something off about them. It wasn't that they looked weird, it was just the way they moved and the way they looked at the other people in the crowded airport. It was almost vicious-like. One of them looked at me, a tall dark haired male. He was insanely beautiful. I couldn't imagine another human to look so beautiful. His eyes bore into mine, it was like he could see into my soul. His eyebrows scrunched together just as I turned away and walked out the door. Well that was bizarre. I shook my head trying to clear the experience from my head. I didn't need more weird in my already messed-up life. Charlie helped me put my bags in the trunk of his car, which happens to be a police cruiser. See, he's the police chief in the little town Forks. He said they didn't get much action up there, occasionally a murderer every few years, nothing too dramatic. We made small talk as we drove home. We got home and I looked around the room, my room. It was the same old purple room with a few adjustments. I had a bigger bed first of all; my old one was a small kiddy bed. I had a purple paisley bed spread, which was really cute and comfortable. It was about midnight when I finished unpacking so I went straight to bed. I awoke to my dad's voice, "Bella, Bells, wake up" I heard him say from out in the hall. I got dressed in my first day of school outfit I had placed on my dresser last night. It was a pair of my favorite Buckle jeans, a purple cami and a white sweater. As you can see I like purple. You're probably also thinking why a sweater in August? Well when you live in the extreme northwest of the country and its overcast 364 days of the year, you will want to wear a sweater. As I climbed down the stairs into the living room, Charlie yelled from the front door, "Bye Bells have a good first day of school." Yeah right. A good first day. Right. I drove to school in my old pick up truck that Billy Black, my dad's old time friend, gave to me after his son, Jacob, fixed it up for me. It's orange with rust. The interior was old grey felt and wasn't exactly comfortable, but I can live with it. The main thing is, its all mine. I pulled in to the school parking lot and circled to find a spot. I found one next to a nice silver Volvo. I tried to park as far away from it as possible so I didn't door ding it. As I climbed out I saw someone inside the Volvo, actually four someones. They were four of the six people I saw in the airport and they were all staring right at me. The beautiful male had his eyebrows scrunched again. And the blonde female next to him was glaring at me with frustration. What was up with these people? I turned away and headed toward the school. I hurried my pace when I heard four car doors open and slam closed. I hate moving schools. It totally sucks. As I walked down the halls I met some people. They seemed pretty friendly; their names were Angela, Jessica, Mike, Tyler, and Eric. I asked if any of them had my first hour with me but we all had different classes. As I was walking into my class I heard a growl. When I turned around I saw those people again. Again they were all staring right at me. I started to walk again but I wasn't looking and I ran into a wall then blacked out, only remembering, a face, it was the face of one of the people behind me, he had brown hair and the prettiest, hazel eyes; I have never seen something so beautiful. I woke up with a cold sweat in a new place. I had somethingstrapped around my nose and mouth in a bright room. I looked around and saw my dad sitting in front of a window, it was raining, I hate rain. It's pointless. Well maybe not pointless but I still hate it. I also hate getting wet. Because then I smell like a wet dog. Although when it putters on the roof, it's soothing. "She's awake." I heard a voice say, it wasn't my dads; it was the doctor,
Doctor Cullen. Dr. Cullen was beautiful, and I mean beautiful. He had blond hair that was the color of pale white sand. His face looked like it was carved of stone, so angular and perfect. He had pale white skin that was a result of the ever present overcast, I assume. He had very pronounced features and sparkling white teeth. He looked like an angel. He gently held my left arm as he checked my blood pressure. "Well her blood pressure is stabilizing." His voice was very soothing and velvet-like. Charlie heaved a sigh of relief. "Thank you so much Dr. Cullen. I don't know what we would have done without you!" gushed Charlie as he wrapped me up in a big bear hug. I always loved his hugs. They were always so warm. I loved how I could just hug him and every one of my worries would melt away. "I'll be back in an hour to check on you and maybe even check you out," Said Dr. Cullen as he left me and my father alone in the small hospital room. Just as he stepped a foot out of the door, a familiar but strange face looked in the room. It was the beautiful male.