And again Twilight and characters belong to Stephenie Meyers. Okay this is only part of the actual chapter 1 in the book but the chaperters are so long that you can make multiple chapeters so yah..
My mother drove me to the airport with the windows rolled down. It was 75 degrees in Phoenix, the sky was perfect, cloudless blue. I was wearing my favorite tank top – light blue with the word sweet heart written across my chest; I was wearing it as a farewell gesture. My carry-on item was my favorite dark denim coat. In the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington State, a small crappy town called Forks exist under a near-constant cover of rain clouds. It rains on this inconsequential town more than any other state in the US. It is from this town that my mother escaped with me when I was only a few months old. It was in this little town that I'd be compelled to spend a month every summer until I was 14. That was the year I put my foot down; these past 3 summers, my dad, Charlie, vacationed with me in California for two weeks instead. It was Forks that I now exiled myself – an action that took great honor. I detested Forks. I loved Phoenix. I loved the sun and the blistering heat. I loved the vigorous, sprawling city. "Bella," my mom said to me – the last of a thousand times – before I got on the plane. "You don't have to do this." My mom looks like me,except with short hair and laugh lines. I felt a spasm of panic as I stared at her wide, childlike eyes. How could I leave my loving, erratic, harebrained mother to fend for herself? Of course she had Phil now, so the bills would probably get paid, there would be food in the refrigerator, gas in the car, and someone to call when she got lost, but still... " I want to go," I lied. I'd always been a bad liar, nut I'd been saying this lie so frequently lately that it sounded almost convincing now. "Tell Charlie I said hi." "I will." "I'll see you soon," she insisted. " You can come home whenever you want – I'll come right back as soon as you need me." But I could see the sacrifice in her eyes behind the promise. "Don't worry about me," I urged. " It'll be great. I love you, Mom." She hugged me tightly for a minute, and then I got on the plane, and she was gone. It was a 4 hour flight from Phoenix to Seattle, another hour in a small plane up to Port-Angeles, and then an hour drive back down to Forks. Flying doesn't bother me; the hour car drive with Charlie, though, I was a little worried about that. Charlie had really been fairly nice about the whole thing. He seemed genuinely pleased that I was coming to live with him for the first time with any degree of permanence. He'd already gotten me registered for high school and was going to help me get a car. But it was sure to be awkward with Charlie. Neither of us was what anyone could call verbose, and I didn't know what there was to say. I knew he was more than a little confused by my decision – like my mother before me I hadn't made a secret for my distaste for Forks. When I landed in Port-Angeles, it was raining. I didn't see it as an omen – just unavoidable. I'd already said my goodbyes to the sun. Charlie was waiting for me with the cruiser. This was expected, too. Charlie is Police Chief Swan to the good people of Forks. My primary motivation behind buying a car, despite the scarcity of my funds, was that I refused to be driven around town in a car with red and blue lights on top. Nothing slows down traffic like a cop. Charlie gave me an awkward, one-armed hug when I stumbled off the plane. "It's good to see you, Bells," he said, smiling as he automatically caught and steadied me. "You haven't changed much. How's Renée?" "Mom's fine. It's good to see you, too, Dad." I wasn't allowed to call him Charlie to his face. I only had a few bags. Most of my Arizona clothes were too permeable for Washington. My mom and I had pooled our resources to supplement my winter wardrobe, nut it was still scanty. It all fit easily into the trunk of the cruiser. "I found a good car for you, really cheap," he announced when we were strapped in. "What king of car?" I was suspicious of the way he said " good car for you" as opposed to just "good car." "Well, it's a truck actually, a Chevy." "Where did you find it?" "Do you remember Billy Black down at La Push?" La Push is the super tiny Indian reservation on the coast. "No." "He used to go fishing with us during the summer." Charlie prompted. That would explain why I wouldn't remember him. I do a good job blocking unnecessary things from my , I wouldn't tell Charlie that. "He's in a wheelchair now," Charlie continued when I didn't respond, "so he can't drive anymore, and he offered to sell me his trck cheap." "What year is it?" I could see from the change of his expression that this was the question he was hoping I wouldn't ask. "Well, Billy's done a lot of work I on the engine – it's only a few years old, really." I hoped he didn't think so little of me as to believe I would give up that easily. "When did he buy it?" "He bought it in 1984, I think." "Did he buy it new?" "Well, no. I think it was new in the earli sixties – or late fifties at the earliest," he admitted sheepishly. "Ch-- Dad, I don't know anything, and I mean anything about cars. I wouldn't be able to fix it if anything went wrong, and I couldn't afford a mechanic..." "Really, Bella, the thing runs great. They don't build them like that anymore." The thing, I thought to myself...it had s – as a nickname, at the very least. "How cheap is cheap?" After all, that was the part I couldn't compromise on. "Well, honey, I kind of already bought it for you. As a homecoming gift." Charlie peeked sideways at me with a hopeful expression. Wow. Free. "You didn't need to do that, Dad. I was going to buy myself a car." "I don't mind. I want you to be happy here." He was looking ahead at the road when he said this. Charlie wasn't comfortable with expressing his emotions out loud. I inherited that from him. So I was looking straight ahead as I responded. " That's really nice, Dad. Thanks. I really apprecate it." No need to add that my being in Forks is an impossibility. He didn't need to suffer along with me. And I never looked a free truck in the mouth – or engine for that matter. "Well, now, you're welcome," he mumbled, embarrassed by my thanks. We exchanged a few more comments on the weather, which was wet, big surprise, and that was pretty much it for conversation. We started out the window in silence. It was beautiful, of course; I couldn't deny that. Everything was green: the trees, their trunks covered in moss, their branches hanging with a canopy of it, the ground covered with ferns. Even the air that filtered down greenly through the leaves, It was too green – an alien planet.
Well the next chapter should be out as soon as possible because i have school and stuff but any ways i hope to have the next chapter up soon. please R&R.
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