It was a cool crisp and wet autumn evening when my old broken up truck broke down for the thousandth time, and I was left stranded only a few miles outside my final destination.
In all my years, I have studied law, medicine and nature but I just could never quiet understand cars!
There was smoke coming out of my engine, it was pelting down outside and I was overly tired from my long journey.
Just as I closed my eyes to release the stress, out of no where I heard a knock on my window.
Standing in the pouring rain soaked to the skin, was a police officer.
Automatically I scanned around for anybody else and sensing that there was nobody else there, I hopped out of my heap of rusted metal and introduced myself.
"Hi, I'm Isabella , Italian by name Irish by birth", I added my its-a-great-pleasure smile that always works on the men.
And surely enough my outstretched hand was met by the hand of the man who introduced himself as Sheriff Charlie Swan.
After offering me a lift into town, a tow for my truck and a hot cup of tea, there I sat in the front cab of the Sheriff car.
I politely asked "Is the weather always like this around these parts??", the replying answer was a head nod a grunt and a "Ya, the weather round these parts is dull, cloudy and raining nine times out of ten."
And then came the dreaded question, "So what are you doing around here? You look no more then 18, you must have gotten lost or something did ya?" I never really liked to lie to people especially the nice one's but I learned the hard way a very long time ago, that if I want to live a normal life and be safe, lying is my only option, even though it did give me a terrible ache in my stomach.
"No I didn't, I am actually moving here, today is my first day."
Immediately I looked down at my ands, a habit I developed that helped to keep my mind off of the task at hand and it turns out it makes my story that bit more believable.
"Oh I didn't hear of any new families moving down here! Are your folks already here?" Sheriff Swan sounded like a nice man, he had hope in his voice like he could make a new friend.
That affected me the most.
Normally the first person is always the kind soul, it hurts that little bit more to lie.
"No my parents are dead. I'm actually only after moving over from Ireland, threw a dart at a map and it landed on Forks. So here I am. After the funeral I packed up my bags and left. There is nothing left for me there".
I put as much sorrow and grief into my voice as I could muster and it worked like it always does because my only response was, "Oh I'm so sorry for your loss".
The rest of the ride to the station was in silence, thankfully.
When we arrived Sheriff Swan gave me my promised cup of tea, asked a friend of his to take a look at my beat up automobile and never once mentioned the previous conversation to me again.
Sheriff Swan asked me if he could drop me to my new home and was shocked when I said the motel in the middle of town.
I drank my tea slowly, savouring the warmth and the flavour, it was nice.
Not the rubbish stuff you would expect in a police station.
It was mid-night by the time I got to the motel, escorted to the desk by Sheriff Swan himself.
After I got my room key and thanked the old woman, Rita, behind the desk I turned to Sheriff Swan, "Thank you very much for your hospitality Sheriff, you have been really kind".
Again came that same little head nod, the grunt, "Your very welcome Isabella. I will drop the rest of your things from your truck off tomorrow and maybe we can have a proper chat, I like to help people settle around here", but this time a little smile followed.
I couldn't help but smile back, "Thank you very much I would really appreciate that Sheriff".
A quick hand shack and a nod he was gone and I was left to my own thoughts.
And the beginning of my new life, all over again.