So here we are… Chapter 2 on the go!
Edited: Jan 4th, 2013.
Disclaimer: The plot is mine, mine only ;) but the characters belong to one Stephenie Meyer, and I use them to make my imagination wild!
Chapter 2: Forks
BPOV
After the wedding, I called my dad, and told him I would be going to Forks – for good. I think he couldn't have been more surprised and happy than then, I could almost see his smile. At the same time my mom and Phil departed to their honeymoon, I was embarking the plane to Seattle, where my dad would be expecting me. Just a few hours, and I'd be arriving to my new home.
Charlie was the Chief Officer in the city of Forks, Washington. A small town, where 250 days a year, it rained. It was a quiet place, surrounded by woods, 4 hours away from Seattle. I had lived there until my parents divorced, when I was seven. I just went back a few times for holidays and such, but most times, my dad would fly and meet me in Minneapolis, where we would go east to fish and visit some relatives in Ironwood, Michigan. We always had a good time, and my dad would tell me stories about the times when mining was the main activity there, and how the bars were always crowded, even though it wasn't like that when we went. My dad's house had been in the family for years, and he kept it just the same as when my great grandmother had lived there, except for the furnishing, and the many paint coats it needed to renovate the look.
When I came out of luggage claim, I saw my Dad, and I felt a smile creeping up my face, I had really missed him
"Dad!"
"Bells! How are you kiddo? Missing your old man, were you?"
"Oh, Charlie, don't be so full of yourself" I said laughing. He wasn't usually so carefree, so I accepted this form of my dad revealing itself.
"Well, I'm happy you're here, sweetie. I couldn't believe it when you told me you were coming, so I had to see it to sink in, I think." He said with half a smile.
"So, how's everything going on in Forks, Charlie?" I said while getting my many bags on the back of the police cruiser.
"You know, same ol', same ol'. A new family moved last year, but you will meet them soon enough, I think" He said with a thoughtful face.
"New people? In Forks? That's as surprising as you dancing the Macarena!" I said laughing, and at the same time musing about this new family. I had known almost every kid my age for years, so I was expected to be surprised when I started school on Monday.
"Yes, they are called the Cullens. Carlisle and Esme are the parents, they are in their thirties, and they have five adopted children, I think they are all close to your age. They seem like good people".
"Wow, that's... nice, I think. I'll meet them at school I suppose"
"Yeah, I think so, Bells." He said while getting the cruiser started.
We drove the four hours to Forks, talking about everything: the wedding, school, how I was coping with Momma's death, how I felt about mom getting married, and what I wanted to do after school.
"Well dad, this is my junior year, and I'm enrolling school in January, so, I hope that by the time I graduate, I have anyone to call a friend, or that I don't step into everybody's feet in these year and a half I have left of school. Hahahaha!" I was known as a trip-over-thin-air Swan by many people back in Forks, as that seemed to be my most recognizable characteristic when I was a kid. I had a much more better balance now, and I loved wearing heels to go out now... not that anybody should know about that, but we'll cross that bridge later.
We arrived to our home, and there was a new silver Ford F100 truck next to a black Ford Escape, and I was left with my mouth open.
"Dad, what's that?" I asked, looking directly at him.
"Well, honey, the silver one is my leisure track, to go fishing and roundabout when I'm not on duty, and the black one is your new car. Welcome home, kiddo." He said smiling, and giving me a hug.
"Wow, dad. THANK YOU, I've been dreaming about the Ford Escape since the new one came out last month! How did you know?"
"A little birdie told me", he said winking "Now I have to go check in at the station, make yourself at home, honey, and we'll unpack when I come back, ok?" He said getting back to the cruiser
"Yeah, dad. Go on now! Don't wanna be late!" I said laughing.
Charlie came back at 5, and we started unpacking. My room had been redone when my dad knew that I was coming. It was painted in silver, black and blue (my favorite colors), with an antique double bed, with iron frame, and silver and blue linings. My dresser and side tables were black, and a beautiful vanity in black also made my furniture, but the best of all was my walk-in closet. I was in love. Dad was smiling when he saw my surprise, and I almost started jumping up and down when I saw it. It was awesome. After we finished unpacking we decided to have Chinese at home, so I ordered while Charlie set the coffee table in the living room for us to watch a movie while eating. After all, it was Sunday night, and we had to wake up early the next day.
I woke up at 6 the next morning, with rain pouring down outside. Great, I thought, here we go. I got up and went to my closet and went through the racks to decide what to wear. I chose a button up cotton blouse, my low boot cut dark denims, black Ugg's, and a long black sweater on top. I went to my vanity and brushed my brown locks until they were at least tamed, and then put them in a French braid. I applied a little make up, just black mascara and eyeliner, got my school stuff ready and went downstairs to make breakfast. Charlie was already in uniform, drinking a cup of coffee. I made some pancakes and we had breakfast together. When he was leaving, he threw me the keys to my new car (Yeah!), and headed off. I finished cleaning up, got my backpack, my trench coat, and went out. I locked the door and walked to my car, I punched the code my dad had given me last night into the buttons, and it opened the driver's door. I was ecstatic. I drove slowly to school, getting a hand on the new car, and enjoying the smell the leather brought to my nose. Yes, this was going to be a great day.
I parked between a silver Volvo and a Red BMW. Wow, great cars, I thought, and walked to the secretary desk. When I arrived, the woman who used to be a secretary in Primary school looked up at me and beamed.
"Wow, Bella! You sure have grown up sweetie!" She said looking at me.
"Hi Mrs. Cope. How are you?" I answered smiling and blushing a little.
"Great hon, here. This is your schedule, and make your teachers sign this paper, and bring it back to me at the end of the day. Here's a map of the school. Have fun!" She continued waving at me to go on.
"Thank you Mrs. Cope, see you later." I politely said
I could barely hear her saying "See you later, Bella!" when the door closed.
I walked to my first class, American History, which thankfully was nearby. Everybody was already there, so I said hi, and introduced myself to the teacher
"Hello, Miss Swan, I'm Mr. Aho, go sit next to Miss Cullen if you please."
"Yes, of course sir." I said, and went to the only seat available, at the end of the classroom.
"Hi! You must be Bella! I'm Alice Cullen! Nice to meet you." Said the pixie-looking girl that would be sitting next to me all year.
She was gorgeous, maybe 5'2'', pitch-black straight hair, striking topaz eyes, and the whitest smile I've ever seen. Everything about her screamed perfection. She didn't seem to notice it, though, and for that I was grateful, I don't know what I could have done if she were an annoying self-centered girl. Probably try to kill her in my mind, or at least maim her, thank God for that not happening.
"Hi Alice, yes, I'm Bella. Nice to meet you too, seems like we will be spending a lot of time together, huh?" I said smirking; we knew we were going to at least have to write three projects together.
"UGH! Yes, I know, Mr. Aho is unnerving! He makes us write TEN-page essays, not less, EVER. He's crazy" She said with a frown, not that I would blame her, we were going to have to mend our hands after writing that much.
"At least we can hand it in printed, can we?" I said hopefully. Writing ten pages by hand would surely make a number on our carpal tunnel...
"Yes, from now on, last year he wouldn't accept the printed ones, until we complained to the director. He had to force him into taking all the papers."
"Wow, he sounds like a real A-ho." Really bad joke, I know.
"Yeah, he is the king of them!" Alice said laughing like there was no tomorrow.
We talked about ourselves a little, while our teacher handed off the assignments for the term. We had to find information about missing condecorated soldiers, who disappeared between the Civil War and World War II. We had to look up a Jasper Whitlock, a Confederate Soldier from the Civil War. I saw Alice grimace when she saw the name. I wonder why that was. She asked me if we should start with the project, and when I said yes, she offered her home to study. Said her dad had a lot of books, a great library with a computer in it, so we could always study there.
After History, I had to run to the other side of the building to get to Math on time. Even though I was a Junior, I was in most of the senior classes thanks to the superiority of Phoenix's school system. Too bad History wasn't one of the senior classes, so I had to go over to the "senior class" part of the building. It was like someone had vomited on the walls every known poster of the Spartans (The school team).
Wow. I couldn't wait...
Sooo, there it is, chapter 2! What do you think folks? I like it better!
Word Count C2: 1.789
Lots of love!
Issis.