And Then She Sang
Not Mine!
Chapter 2: Home
Bella's POV
When I got up to my room I looked around. The same ole things popped out at me, from the ages old computer to the rocking chair that sat in the corner. I remembered everything from the times I visited. The normalcy of it all surrounded me and wrapped me up like a cocoon. I knew that I had made the right decision in coming here. And to be honest, I really didn't want to embrace the change that surrounded me at moms. Whether it was because I graduated, or because she got remarried, I couldn't tell you.
I unpacked the articles of clothing that I had brought with me, glad that I decided to bring all my pairs of jeans. I had forgotten how chilly it gets here. I unpacked my three beloved pairs of Chucks and placed them on the shoe rack outside my closet. I chuckled; marveling at the fact that Charlie had to think ALL girls had a hundred pairs of shoes. Certainly I didn't. My mom always thought that this was because I'm a musician. She always told me that I was too concentrated on my music and that I should go shopping more. Really, I have enough clothes and they're as comfortable as pie.
At home I prided myself in being the pale complexioned girl even though I had spent hours in the sun. Here, I'm only slightly paler than the general population. And really, my poker straight brown hair stands out. Everyone else's is frizzy from the rain. At least I have that. The only good thing is that my dress goes with the weather of the place. All I have are black, grey, and white! I'm just kidding, of course. My mother would have killed me, she is the queen of flower power. I also have green, pink, red and purple. Purple was my favorite color until recently. Now it is green because I miss the green of Phoenix.
I honestly can't believe that Charlie can take care of himself. I go and look into the fridge, and sure enough, there is a pizza box. I look into the recycling bin and there are three more empty boxes. Really, I'm going to have to cook for him. His cholesterol must be through the roof! But for right now I settle down and grab some soda from the fridge, careful not to smudge my transparent red lip gloss. I know I'm going to find a job tomorrow, but I don't know where.
So I'm going home, to the place where I belong… Chris Daughtry
A/N: The chapters are going to be short for a while, until I feel the desire for one of these stories. If you want me to continue, REVEW. Thanks.