BPOV
I finished my shower and wrapped the pink towel around me. I knew Charlie didn't normally have this color in his house, and was grateful that he went to get something girly before my plane got here. I don't normally like pink, but I did appreciate the fact that he went to some trouble to get me something girly. Charlie doesn't like pink any more than I do, and probably even less.
I walked to my closet to decide which shirt I wanted to wear since I only took my panties and bra into the bathroom with me. I flipped through the hangers and decided on a short sleeve blue shirt and my blue hoodie. It was raining, of course. I hate the rain, it's too wet and dreary. Walking over to my bed, I sat down and put on my denim low-rise flare jeans. Mom would always tell me that I was born in the seventies.
No. I stopped that train of thought dead in it's tracks. The whole reason I moved here was to I wouldn't think of the accident. I shook my head to clear my thought and grabbed my brush. After brushing my hair until it shined,I walked into the Kitchen, expecting to see Charlie. He and I spent the weekend at La Push with Jake and his dad, Billy.
Jake still has that crush on me that I wish he'd get over. Jake, or Jacob Black, was my best friend here and when I lived in Phoenix. He actually came to funeral earlier this week with my dad and let me cry on him the whole day. Sometimes I feel bad for not feeling the way he does, but I don't think I would've survived if he wasn't with me.
Looking around for Charlie, I noticed a note tacked on the fridge.
"Bells,
I had to go in early. Hope you have a good first day at school. I should be home for dinner.
Love, Dad."
I smiled as I opened the refrigerator door and pulled out the milk for my cereal. Charliewent out of his way to let me know that he was there. It was the sort of thing Mom would have done. Setting the jug on the counter I turned and got a bowl. After I poured my cereal and the milk, I just stood and ate while I looked outside at the woods behind the house, hoping to call this place home soon. Forks, that's the name of the town where I lived now. It's in Washington. My dad has always lived here. I liked it when I was little, I guess. I just liked the sun more. Getting out of my thought about everything, I rinsed my bowl and sat it in the sink before walking to the door.
Stopping by the coat rack, I pulled on the coat that Charlie insisted I would need when it rained. I pulled my hair out from behind it, letting it hang down my back. On my wayout, I stopped by the door and glanced in the mirror. I saw the same chocolate eyes from my dream. The same girl, looking back at me.
"What is wrong with me? I wish I knew what these dream were about." I thought to myself as I
grabbed my purse and headed out the door to school.
Silently thanking Charlie, I slipped into the old Chevy that he bought me so that I wouldn't have to ride in the police cruiser. My dad's the Chief of Police in this little town. If he had driven me to school…well, I don't even want to think about it. Any chances for not being the weirdo would have flowed down the river all this rain was probably knew anyway, everyone always knew. Hearing my engine come to life, I drove to Forks High School hoping that nobody asks me about my mom.
When I got to the school, the only space left was next to a blue Ford F150, so I pulled my old, rusty truck in next to it. That person will probably laugh at my truck, but I loved it, so I don't care, really. I slammed my door shut and headed for the office to get my schedule. Charlie had already registered me before I got here, so I should be all set for the day. I walked in to find an elderly woman at the front desk.
"Can I help you dear?"
I took a deep breath and sighed. "I'm Isabella Swan. My dad said he's already enrolled me."
The woman smiled and walked over to her desk, bring a stack of papers back with her. "Here you are, dear. I'm Mrs. Cope. Please bring the second paper back at the end of the day. Your teachers will need to sign it. I'm sorry about your mother."
Yeah, them not asking sure lasted a long time. I plastered a smile in thanks and headed out the door to my first class. History...great. I loved learning about it, but all the datesjust ended up swimming in front of my eyes. I walked in and handed the teacher the paper before walking to the desk that he told me to sit in.
"Hey, I'm Emmett."
I turned to the guy next to me and stared. He had the most gorgeous eyes, kinda yellow, but not...topaz I think. I sensed something with him, but wasn't sure. I blinked a couple times and answered him. "Bella."
Before we could talk about anything else, the teacher started his lecture. "Alright, settle down. As you know, we started the Civil War about a week ago. Today we will start the project that I told you about. I have taped an envelope to the underside of your desktop. In the envelope is a soldier's name. They are men that went MIA during the war. You are to research what you can about them. I will need their ranks at the time they disappeared and their overall role during the war. You will have a partner, whose name is also on the paper in the envelope. You have the rest of class today to come up with study and research scheduling. Have fun and you may begin."
I reached under and tore the envelope off the desk. Sitting back up, I opened it to reveal that I would be working with the guy named Emmett. What I saw under his name made me start to panic. The name was Jasper Whitlock, the man from my dream.
OK. Here's chapter one. Hope you like it. Thanks to all the reviews. Also, I would like to thank my beta for helping with everything.
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