Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Twilight or The Characters. The Wonderful Stephenie Meyer Does.
Now on with the story.
My name is Bella Hale. I'm a 17 year old girl, and if you ask me, I'm unusually plain, or at least I am when I'm being compared to my sisters. I live in Forks, Washington with my family. My family consists of my two sisters Alice & Rosalie, my father, Charlie, and my step mother, Tanya, who is also known as the 'step-monster' (behind her back of course).
My dad is the richest man in Forks (not to brag or anything), so naturally, as we were growing up, a lot of women wanted to date him. It wasn't until recently though that he met and 'fell in love' with Tanya Denali. Me, Alice and Rosalie could plainly see that she was using him for his money, but none of us had the heart to tell him, he was truly, madly, deeply in love with her. About 2 months ago, he married her, much to mine and my sisters' distaste.
It was Tanya's idea, to send us to Meyer High, a boarding school just a few hours away from Forks. My father, being wrapped around her well-manicured fingers, agreed. Needless to say, Alice & Rose hate the idea, but me…I'm excited to finally get away from everything in Forks. Unfortunately, they still have hospitals and doctors in Seattle, so not everything will be left behind, but at least I get to be away from my fathers 'over-careful' eyes. So that is why, I am packing all my belongings into suitcases, at 11 o'clock on a Saturday morning. We're leaving tonight.
As I packed, I was thinking about my sisters. Rosalie, Alice and I are triplets, though you wouldn't be able to tell by just looking at us. Rose is tall, at least 5'8. Her blonde hair is long, and it flows softly to just below her shoulder blades. She's got the same eyes as Alice and I, big, wide brown eyes; our mother's eyes. She is completely gorgeous. She's the oldest out of the three of us. We were each born within one minute of each other. Rose first, followed by Alice. Alice. She's short, almost pixie like. Her inky black hair is short, falling just below the bottom of her ears. And again, she's incredibly gorgeous. Then there is me. Plain Jane Bella. Dull brown hair and eyes, nothing remarkable about me at all. My hair falls to the middle of my back in waves; sometimes I let Alice or Rose Straighten it for me though. They love playing Barbie Bella. I'm not as tall as Rose, yet not as tiny as Alice either. I'm probably right in the middle of their heights.
But back to packing. I finished zipping up the zipper on my suitcase just as Rosalie woke up on the other side of the room. Alice, I noticed, was awake, but laying silently staring at the ceiling. That's not like her, though in her defense, she really doesn't want to leave tonight. Oh well, I guess I know how today will be.