CHAPTER THREE
BPOV:
Last Time:
I headed off to claim my luggage, and look for Uncle Charlie.
I glanced around for Charlie as I headed towards the baggage claim.
I looked around for my suitcases; I had my carry-on, a laptop, with me.
As I arrived at the baggage claim, I noticed a man with my 2 suitcases.
"Uncle Charlie!" I cried, ecstatic. I rarely saw Charlie, but when I did, he always went out of his way to see to my comfort. He had brown eyes and hair, just like me, and people often mistook him for my father. Father. A wave of depression hit me, but I tried not to let it show.
"Bells!" He called, setting down my luggage, he walked towards me. He gave me an awkward hug; he was never one to express his emotions, but he seemed to sense that it would help. And it did. I hadn't been shown affection since Dad died, and it was really comforting.
"Uncle Charlie! It's so great to see you," I said, pulling back.
"You too, Bells. And I thought I told to call me Charlie; 'Uncle' makes me feel old!"
Chuckling, I corrected myself, "Fine, Charlie. Thank you for allowing me to live with you."
"I wouldn't have it any other way," He replied, smiling. "Now, let's get this to the car."
He led me to his police cruiser, insisting on taking my baggage. I almost considered walking to school; I was easily embarrassed, and having a cop take you to school wouldn't help me to blend in.
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We arrived at Charlie's house around 8 PM. I headed up to my room; Charlie had 2 guest bedrooms, and one had been christened as mine, when I was younger.
Charlie dropped my bags off in my room; it was just as I had remembered it. (MAKE UP WHICHEVER TYPE OF ROOM YOU WANT TO IMAGINE FOR BELLA!)
"Are you hungry? I was just about to order Pizza…" Charlie offered. "What type do you like?"
"Sure; thank you. Any type is fine."
Charlie nodded, and then headed off to order it.
"It'll be here in 45 minutes," Charlie called up the stairs.
"Alright!"
As I waited for the pizza, I unpacked, placing clothes in the closet and in the dresser.
I took out a package and carefully unwrapped it. I placed the photo of my father and I on a new desk- Charlie had purchased it for me, I later learned- and repeated the process, placing a photograph of my mother and father on their wedding day.
Charlie called me down for dinner, and upon finishing, I went back up to my room and quickly fell asleep, dreading the upcoming school day.
(Today is Saturday in Forks)
Sorry it took so long!!
My computer is being really stupid; but hey, that's why the library has a computer, right? :D
I hope you like it!
-Beverley
You know how stupid this is?? I just wrote this chapter, and then realized that I had already posted it! (Only a different one...) This one is more detailed, however, so I'm deleting the other one, and replacing it with this.
