Bella ran away 13 years ago taking her unknown, unborn daughter with her. But when Bella dies in a tragic car accident and nobody knows about her daughter, 13 year old Serena will go to Forks in order to find the family her mother kept away from her in hopes of not being forced into the foster system.
Walking down the long dark road, everything looks the same. Dark colored houses with orange and red colored leaves sitting proudly in front are guarding them from intruders. The cool autumn air bits at my skin through my jeans and heavy sweatshirt. It's been a long five months to get to this point. I started in the town where I'd grown up, but now here I am, in Forks, Washington searching for the house of Charlie Swan. I hope he listens to me, if not I'm screwed. I've got close to no money left and it's not nearly enough to even get me food from the dollar store.
Finally I found it. The house I'd heard story after story about. It looks exactly the same as I remember from the stories. Charlie's police cruiser is sitting in the driveway and from the front window that looks into the living room I saw the T.V. playing and someone moving around. Almost pacing. Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves I walk up the front steps of the porch and ring the door bell.
The man who opened the door had a brown mustache and brown graying hair that was slightly starting to bald. He looked tired.
"Excuse me sir, is this the house of Charlie Swan?" I asked him as politely and calmly as my hyper active nerves would allow.
"Sorry but I don't want anything that your selling." And with that he closed to door in my face. I got frustrated and huffed out an annoyed breath. Did he really think I was some sissy girl scout or something? I rang the door bell again.
He opened the door again, this time he looked as annoyed as I felt. "I told you kid, I don't want anything you're selling so go away and leave me alone. And tell the rest of those other kids not to come by either got it?"
"I beg your pardon?" I asked him, getting rid of my polite act completely. "Do I look like a fudging Girl Scout to you?" I put my hands on my hips and looked him square in the face. "May I come in or are you going to make me stay out here in the freezing cold all night?" He opened the door wider and I took that as an opportunity to let myself in.
"Okay so if you're not selling anything, what do you want?" he asked sitting down in the chair mom described to me. I saw him recline in it, just like mom said he always did.
I sat down in the couch and took off my backpack. Digging through it I finally found what I was looking for. "My name is Serena Julian, here's my birth certificate to prove it." I said handing him the paper I'd pulled out of my backpack. He looked at it and read out loud.
"Serena Julian Black-Swan….Birth date October 15th, 1996….." He looked at me, then back at the paper, then right back at me.
"You….your….I have a granddaughter? Where's Bella? Is she here with you?" I hated to see the shine of hope in his slightly empty eyes.
"Mom died in a car crash six months ago…" I said quietly looking down at my hands. "I thought that maybe if I came here…found my dad or somebody who knew my mom maybe I could stay away from the foster system for a little bit longer…" I told him finally looking up.
His face looked crushed, as if his whole world had just crumbled down into dust. "She's dead?" he finally asked, looking up at me.
"I wouldn't have come if I didn't have any other choice. I'm sorry…if you want me to leave I'll go stay somewhere and I won't come back. I probably shouldn't have come in the first place…I apologize for the inconvenience sir." I stood up and was about to leave when he said something. It was so quiet I almost didn't catch what he said.
"Bella wouldn't have wanted you to stay on the street; you can use her room if you want. It's got a bed and a desk and a computer that you're free to use."
To say I was shocked would be an understatement. Honestly I thought he would want me gone. This random kid off the streets comes over at 10 o'clock at night and says your daughter(whose been gone with no note no clue no nothing for thirteen years) is dead and she has a daughter who is now trying to find a home where she can be safe and not be put into a foster home. Who wouldn't have kicked the kid to the curb and think that they were lying?
"Are you serious?" I asked, not believing a word of what he said.
"I'm serious. Did you think that I would let my own granddaughter go wondering around this town and not have a place to stay?" He seemed kinda mad that I would think that.
"It happens all the time where I grew up…a lot of my friends were homeless and they didn't have anywhere to go. But…mom always took them in, if only for a little while. But then she'd make them go back home." I finished and smiled at the memory of my mom. I can still picture all the girls that stayed in my room or on the couch in the living room of out small apartment/Townhouse.
"That sounds like Bells…she always wanted to be a school teacher. Did you know that?" he asked me smiling slightly.
"Yeah I know. Mom was the middle school English teacher by day and at night she worked at the Seven-eleven down the street from our house." I was walking over by the couch. Charlie seemed like he wanted to know what our life was like. We talked for a while, about mom mostly. I think I might have fallen asleep because next thing I know somebody's putting a blanket over me. I was too tired to move or get up, so I slept on the couch that first night.
I wonder what I'm going to do about Jacob now…I'll deal with that tomorrow. And with that last thought I slowly drifted back to sleep. Dreaming about mom and I down by the beach where we lived with my dog Effy playing in the water.
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