Disclaimer: I do not own twilight Stephanie Meyers does
AN: Shane totally belongs to iLuvTwiBoys not me
Chapter 2 – A New Adventure
There was a loud bang on the small door in Bella's bedroom. The noise accompanied a loud commanding voice. "Bella, time to get up! It's 5am already!" yelled Renée, Bella's mom. Bella turned her head and looked at her alarm clock – 4:30am.
She groaned and dragged the cover over her head, in a vain attempt to block out all of the sounds. "Come on, Bella, times a-wasting." There was that dang voice again.
Ugh. One day I will get up at 4am and wake her up, and then she will know how it feels. If Bella was honest with herself, she was most definitely not a morning person otherwise she wouldn't mind waking up early every day. Of course, that certainly wasn't the case for this clever, little tulip.
There was the sound of the door creaking open and light thuds on the carpet as Shane ran across her room, only to yank away the bed's duvet, uncovering his sister. He bent down close to her and blew a deep breath onto her face. She didn't so much as twitch; this was Shane's way of trying to wake her up, so she was used to this. And it never did work, so Shane always resorted to speaking in his cute baby-like voice.
"Bella? Bella, wake up," the five year old whined into Bella's ear. "Get up!" She groaned once again and stuffed her face deeper into her pillow. Shane started to get quite annoyed with his non-responsive sister and swiped the pillow out from under her head. This of course, made her jolt slightly from the movement, but she had an idea, which meant she needed stay where she was; and so she did.
Shane let out a high-pitched groan and swung the pillow above his head. Before he could move his arms downwards to swat at Bella, she quickly rose up and extended her arms and began to tickle Shane's sides, making him squeal with laughter and drop the pillow on to the ground.
While the siblings enjoyed each other's company, Renée was downstairs packing. She heard her son's happy laughter and stopped folding the blanket, sitting up on her knees, smiling. Moving was something they were all used to by now and that fact nearly had Renée in tears because she knew it was her fault.
Running away from her fears and starting a new life was what she had always done, and while she regretted it sometimes, she thought that if she hadn't met her soul mate in this town, then he would be in another. You see, Renée is one of those people who believe in things like soul mates and fate, yet her beliefs were quite different from others'.
She thought that in one particular town was the one man she'd love and would love her back, but she never gave a thought to the fact that he might not be the first man she meets in that town. So, they would move again after the heartbreak, taking her children with her, and starting fresh in the next location. The places weren't planned, but more of a split-decision. Therefore, she never knew where her next 'adventure' –as she called them- would be.
Her reason for going to Forks was that she had a friend who lived there. She was an old friend, by the name of Esme Platt; all though now she was married, so she was Esme Cullen. They had gone to the same college and both shared the same dream. You see, Renée had always wanted to go into the food industry, but then she got pregnant and had to put aside those silly dreams. Esme on the other hand, went forward with her career and now owned her own bakery in Forks. Then later on, she got married.
Her husband had always been a mystery to Renée, because they had lost contact after school and she only knew about Esme's job and family because she had received a letter many years ago. It had been from Esme informing her of her wedding and what had happened in her life. Renée had declined her invitation to the wedding, because she had Bella to look after.
Renée had only been nineteen at the time she received the letter and Bella had just been born. In the letter, Esme had explained how she and her husband were going to adopt, because Esme had always wanted children but couldn't have any.
That was really all she knew about her dear friend, but Renée thought this was a good chance to change that. Thinking about her past, she was reminded of how much she had wanted to achieve in her career. In a way, she had been lucky, she had just finished her cooking course when Bella had been born.
This meant that she could always get back to her career, and she had thought about doing it many times, but she had Bella and Shane to worry about now. And so, it never happened. Bella could see how much her mother wanted to fulfil her dreams, and so could Shane, to a certain extent. Renee had always been a wonderful baker, maybe not so much with dinner, but definitely cakes and other desserts
She was snapped out of her reverie, when both of her children came down the stairs. Bella had gotten dressed and had then helped Shane change into some clean cloths. Shane immediately ran to hug his mother, whereas Bella just stood at the foot of the stairs watching.
"Hi, Mama!" exclaimed Shane. "When's breakfast?"
Renée smiled at her son. "How about now?" she asked. He nodded his head so fast that he looked like one of those plastic bobble-heads. Renée laughed and stood up, collecting him in her arms. "Well, let's go make it then, shall we?" She smiled at Bella and walked into the kitchen.
Bella sighed, because she knew what she had to do next. Packing. She grumbled to herself the entire journey from the bottom of the stairs to her room. Meanwhile, Renée and Shane stood in the bare kitchen, picking out vast items from any cupboards or cardboard boxes, piling them onto a counter unit.
They began the long process of making breakfast, with Renée instructing her son on what to do; Shane getting it wrong, giggling; and then starting all over again. Once the meal was edible, the two put everything onto some plates and placed them at the dining table. Bella heard her mother calling her name and paused from packing to walk downstairs. The wonderful aroma of chocolate pancakes filled the air and she smiled. It was her favourite, and probably one of the only non-deserts her mother could make.
Bella went straight to the table, sitting down, and began chomping on her breakfast. She stayed quiet during her family's conversations, thinking through everything on her packing list. She had already packed all of her clothes –which hadn't taken long because there wasn't many– into a suitcase and had began to fold all of her linens and fabrics, like curtains and what-not.
She had decided a long time ago that her scatter-brained mother could use all the help she could get, which inevitably turned Bella into a maid, nanny and cook. She hadn't minded at all though; as she knew how Renee appreciated it, especially if it meant a few peaceful moments on her own to do with as she pleased.
Once she had eaten all of her meal, Bella glided upstairs and finished packing. She had just fit the last of her ornaments and trinkets into a padded bag, when Renée appeared at her bedroom door. "Ready?" she questioned gently. Renée knew how hard it was for her children, what with all the things that followed any move a new school, new house, new people, and mostly likely, a new lifestyle. Of course, being the wonderful people they were, neither Shane nor Bella had any troubles with making any new friends.
Bella nodded in answer to Renée's question. Both of them carried the rest of the bags and suitcases down the stairs and out of the front door. Opening up the trunk of their black 2008 Ford Expedition, they lifted their loads into the space and crammed it all together. Once the task was completed and Bella had buckled Shane into the backseat, Renée locked the door of the now-empty apartment and set the keys down in an envelope on the floor.
Bella climbed into the passenger seat and looked back at the building they had been living in. Renée got in the drivers side and started the engine. "New adventure, here we come!" squealed the giggling-Shane from the back seat. He clapped his hands together while Bella and Renée smiled at his excitement. Then, without a backwards glance, they were off starting fresh yet again. If only they knew what awaited them in Forks…
