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Chapter Two
BPOV (Bella's Point of View)
I woke up to the feeling of the airplane's wheels hitting the tarmac of the Port Angeles Air Port. Outside my plastic curtain it was a dreary, grey sky. No surprise it was raining in one of the rainiest places in the country, such a change from the sunny Phoenix I had just come from.
Once the seatbelt sign flashed off ad we were instructed to leave the plane I stood up and retrieved my carry-on of a parka from under my seat. The minuscule air port was not crowded so I went to pick up my luggage. Heading out the revolving doors I spotted a car that said, Forks Police, on the side. The man inside the car saw me and waved, it was my father, while jogging to the car I managed to become soaked from head to toe.
"Hi, Cha- Dad!" he opened the door and gave me a slightly awkward hug. I quickly got into the passengers seat while Charlie put my few bags into the trunk.
The forty-five minute car ride to my new home, Forks Washington, passed in comfortable silence. We pulled up to the house where there was an old rust-red truck parked outside.
"I got you a surprise." Charlie said. My only responses were a blush and a muttered 'You shouldn't have'. "Here." He said tossing me a set of keys, he pointed to the old truck and said," That truck is for you, it's a welcome home present."
"Wow, you really shouldn't have"
"It was no problem; I got it from an old friend, Billy Black. He can't drive anymore so his son fixed it up and gave it to me, so now it's yours" he said. Wow that was probably the longest sentence I've ever heard Charlie say.
"Thanks Dad, I'm glad I came to live with you. Now I'm going to unpack."
The next morning...
After my shower I walked downstairs to get a pop tart, which I bought after finding out that Charlie only had eggs and fish in the house. On the table there was a note
Bella,
Have a good first day at school. Sorry I couldn't be there this morning. The spare key is under the mat.
Dad
Finishing my pop tart I shrugged my jacket over my clothes preparing for the unwelcoming gloom outside my door. The wind hit my face nearly blowing me backwards as I opened my door. The neighborhood was made up of a few small houses the closest was right on the side of the house that wasn't so close to the forest. In the drive way there was silver Volvo that somehow shined even in the gloom. Last night there was also another cop car in that driveway.
The neighbor's front door opened and out walked a Greek god. His auburn hair, like what could only be his car, managed to shine in the gloom. I noticed that he looked around my age as he limped to the Volvo not noticing me staring at his beauty.
A few seconds after I stopped staring I got into my truck, which started with a loud roar. The sudden noise caused me to jump several inches in the air hitting my head on the ceiling. When I pulled into the parking lot I headed into the office to get my schedule. I slowly walked up to the counter and a middle-aged looking woman. The woman's name plaque read 'Ms. Cope'.
"Hello?" I said to the woman I could only presume was Ms. Cope," I'm Isabella Swan and I am here to get my schedule."
"Here," she said in a friend manner," are all your classes, a map, and a slip to get all of your teachers to sign." I mumbled a quick 'thank you' before I hurried out the door.
As soon as the office's door closed I was bombarded by a short, black haired girl, soon followed by a tall blonde. Both girls were exceptionally beautiful. "Hi, I'm Alice!" said the short one excitedly.
"And I'm Rosalie. You must be Isabella." The blonde said matter-of-factly.
"Bella please." Was my response automatically.
"Bella then, you're the chief's daughter aren't you?" the girl named Alice asked.
"Yes I am."
"How do you like Forks so far?" Rosalie asked.
"Its okay I guess, to green and wet for my taste." I admitted truthfully. Just then the bell rang.
"Will you sit with us at lunch?" Alice questioned.
"Sure I think I will" I told her before I rushed to first period Spanish, which was just as boring as my class in Phoenix. I managed to trip twice after introducing myself and getting my teacher to sign my slip.
My next class was English. During the five-minute break I managed to get lost in this tiny school, and managed to be one minute late. I handed my slip to the teacher Mr. Smith. He told me to sit with a guy named Edward Masen and pointed to him. When I looked up to see where he was pointing I was met with the sight of the Greek god from this morning. His vibrant emerald green eyes pierced into my plain brown ones. I started to walk forward, only two steps away from my new desk I tripped only to be caught by a pair of strong hands that just so happen to belong to Edward Masen Himself, what a wonderful year this will be.
"Hi, I'm Edward Masen. What is your name?"
"My name is Bella Swan. Thanks for catching me by the way."
After he asked her what her name was i so wanted to type "my name is Indigo Montoya, you killed my father prepare to die!" but I didnt.
