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Chapter 2 Forks

The flight arrived right on time and before long Charlie and I were been collected by one of his many friends. The closest airport to Forks was in Port Angeles and so it would be an hour or so before we arrived back at the house. I silently wondered if it looked the same as I remembered it. I hadn't visited Forks in since I was seven and the only thing that had really stuck in my memory was the weather. The cold wet weather. As we continued my thoughts shifted to mom and Phil, I had so many fond memories of them both. She was such a fun loving person, larger than life and I wished that I could be more like her, fun-loving and care free. Instead I was sensible, safe, Bella.

We were almost home when I noticed that it had started to get dark, there weren't many other cars on the road which made me feel calmer but every time a car approached with its headlights blaring out I flinched remembering the accident. I knew that Charlie noticed my sharp intake of breath but he never turned around and said anything, he just stared out the windscreen or mumbled something about baseball to the driver. I wondered if I would see the accident every time a car approached me, or when a bright light was shined in my direction. I hoped not, I really wanted to forget about the event that cost me life as I knew it. I would remember my mother and Phil in a positive way and not associate them with a tragic accident.

I was deeper in my thoughts than I realised when the car started to slow to a stop in the driveway.

"Bells we're here." Charlie said, the first time he had spoken since we got into the car.

"Okay dad." I replied monotonously. I stepped out of the car and looked around taking in my surroundings.

Everything looked as I remembered it from so many years ago, it was raining which I had expected and even in this light I could tell that Charlie had not painted the front of the house for a very long time. Yes it was the same out here as when I was seven years old, just older.

I helped Charlie unload my things from the car and then carried the lighter bags inside whilst Charlie waved goodbye to the man that had driven us to the house. I really should have taken note of his name but I would probably never see him again anyway.

"Bella just take your stuff straight up the stairs, you remember where your room is?" He asked as I headed up the steps. Of course I remembered where my room was, I may have only been seven when I came here but I spent a lot of time in my room to stay out of the rain.

"Yeah dad." I called back politely as I entered my old room. Everything looked similar to how I remembered it, the bed was in the same place and the desk but now there was an old computer on top of it. Charlie must have bought it so I could do my school work, I would have to thank him later. The room had been painted cream, which made it look very clean, but the carpet was still the same pale blue that I remembered as a child and so Charlie had gotten the same colour sheets. It was nothing like my room in Phoenix but it was nice and I was sure once my things were in the room it would feel more like home. I placed the two bags I was carrying on top of the bed and walked toward the window, my bedroom looked out onto the driveway and then the woods opposite the house, much different to Phoenix.

"Bella where do you want me to put this bag?" Charlie asked as he held a rather large, brown bag by his side. I jumped a little as I hadn't heard him coming but couldn't help but smile as he stood in my doorway panting slightly. Carrying the bad up stairs must have taken it out of him, he definitely wasn't as young as he used to be.

"Anywhere is fine dad, I was just gonna unpack a few things then I can make dinner." I replied politely.

Charlie nodded then plodded off down the stairs seemingly grateful that he was no longer lugging around a huge bag of my stuff. I returned to the bed and unzipped the smaller bag of my items, the first thing I pulled out was a picture of me, Phil and mom that had been taken 2 weeks before the accident. Naturally mom and Phil stood with beaming smiles in the beautiful sun whilst I stared up at them trying not to laugh at how loved up they were. A tear caught in my eye as I placed the photograph on my desk, I would definitely treasure that photo forever.

I carried on like this for quite some time, pulling things out of the bags and placing them in the relevant places. Every so often, I would find something that particularly reminded me of Renee and I would either laugh loudly to myself or start crying, if anyone had looked in they would have condemned me crazy and locked me away.

I was broken from my thoughts when I heard Charlie shouting to himself loudly down the stairs, as soon as I opened my bedroom door I knew why. Something was burning, and badly.

"Dad is everything alright?" I called as I ran down the stairs to assess the damage. I was so used to taking care of mom that this kind of thing wasn't unusual for me.

"Bella honey... everything is fine I put out the fire." Charlie said as he wafted the smoke about with a towel.

"Dad what did you do?" I asked as I saw the thick layer of smoke that was slowly disappearing through the front door.

"Well I tried to make dinner, you know so you didn't have to cook but I must have left it in the microwave for too long." Charlie muttered. He looked so much like a small child that I couldn't help but laugh at him.

"Bella stop laughing this isn't funny." He said in an attempt to be serious but he couldn't help but laugh also.

"Dad you put foil in the microwave, that's why it burned, we should go out to eat." I said laughing still.

Charlie just looked at me, his brows furrowed as he tried to recall a time when someone had told him not to put metal in a microwave. His face returned to normal and he mumbled something under his breath before turning to face me once more.

"Okay then Bells let's go eat." He said as he grabbed a jacket off the hanger and headed out to the cruiser.

God I forgot I would have to go everywhere in the cruiser. Maybe I could walk to school or take the bus, I didn't really feel comfortable driving yet, hell I didn't know if I ever would feel comfortable driving again but there was time. I decided to ask Charlie what he thought I should do.

"Dad how am I gonna get to school, I mean you have to go to work and I don't think I'm ready to drive yet, do I take the bus or walk or something?" I said stumbling over my words a little as I spoke.

Charlie paused for a moment and then replied with an answer I certainly wasn't expecting.

"When you were in the hospital I called one of my friends from home for advice on your condition. I trusted him more than that random doctor and he was very helpful, his whole family chipped in to help. His wife decorated your bedroom. " He paused to take in breath leaving me confused as to what this had to do with school transportation.

"Anyway his foster kids go to the same school as you and he said you could carpool with Alice, she should be in some of your classes." Charlie finished looking pleased that he had thought this far ahead.

"Oh. Will I... Do you think I could meet her before school on Monday, I mean I'm grateful for the lift and all but I don't want it to be awkward." I said quickly, I knew it would probably be awkward anyway but I might look less odd if I met her before.

"Erm.. sure Bells I'll give Carlisle a call tonight and see if Alice wants to come by." Charlie replied kindly.

The cruiser pulled up to the diner shortly after our conversation concluded, we ate our food happily whilst Charlie pointed out several people that knew me when I was small. I didn't really remember any of them but I played along and smiled appropriately until it was time to leave.

"I think you'll like the school Bells, there are some nice kids in this town." Charlie said as we got back into the cruiser.

I just smiled at him appreciatively, I mean the kids in the school probably were nice and all but I've never been a people person and no words of encouragement could stop me from feeling nervous.

Tomorrow I would meet Alice, one of my new classmates and then Monday school would begin.... Someone please help me!