Chapter Two

"Bella, honey? It's time to wake up." Why is it so early? "You don't want to miss the sun. Don't you?" Sun! That woke me up. Carrie was already going through my closet picking out what I should wear while I rushed out of bed to look out my window. It was five in the morning. Surely, if today there was no sun, I wouldn't have woken up two hours early just to get ready for school. I stood in front of the window for a while, taking in the last rays of sunshine. This is definitely something I missed from our last home. Although I missed feeling the warmth of the sun's rays on my skin, the weather to this new area was comforting. Having to deal with the fact that this town was small, cold, and surrounded by nature all around felt like home. I couldn't remember much from Wisconsin, besides the fact that as soon as Carrie and Richard adopted me, we moved to Phoenix. I remembered that Wisconsin was a lot like this town. Although, I normally hated this weather. Whenever it rained in California, which was not that much, cold and wet just wouldn't get along with my clumsiness, so I automatically hated Forks when I found out we would be moving here. I didn't think that I would actually like it here, but after seeing this place, my thoughts completely changed.

The week flew by quickly, since the first day we moved here. Today would be the beginning of my senior year. "Now, Bells, as soon as the clouds cover up the sun, get dressed, eat breakfast, and meet me at the car," Carrie said while putting clothes on my bed.

"You don't have to worry about driving me to school today, mom." That would be embarrassing: having to be dropped off at school senior year by your mom, especially if people notice you're new. Carrie raised her eyebrow at me making sure that it was what I wanted. "Really, mom, I'm capable of finding the school on my own." She exited the room and left me to my window. The sun was almost covered from all the clouds. I guess it was fun while it lasted.

I turned around and walked over to my bed to look at what Carrie had picked out for me. She picked out a button-up blue floral blouse, black jeans, and my light blue converse shoes. I dressed into that and took out my sweater from my closet. By this time it was only half past six, and Richard would be leaving soon for work. I could hear him downstairs putting his shoes on while I walked down the hall to the stairs.

"Good morning, Dad," I said giving him a hug before he left for work.

"Good morning, Bells. Ready for school ?"

"Ughhh. Don't even remind me," I said while he just chuckled. I made my way over to the kitchen to cook some eggs and bacon.

"Well, don't be too happy about it," he said teasing. "Alright, Bella, I'm off. I'll see you later."

"Bye, dad. Good luck!" I called out from the kitchen while he walked out the front door to his car. The house felt emptier, since there was one more person gone. Carrie was still somewhere upstairs fixing up some of the other rooms. There were only three of us living in this house, but my parents decided to pick out a two story house with four bedrooms.

When I finished my breakfast, I checked my watch to find that it was time to leave the house for school. I ran to the garage door and yelled a goodbye to Carrie. The garage was big enough to fit all four cars that we owned. We had an SUV to use if we moved or went on trips, and we each had one car of our own. Richard left the house with his black Mercedes Benz. Carrie had a silver Audi, and I had a blue BMW. After telling my parents countless times that I could buy my own car, they still bought me a car. I didn't exactly give them the reaction they wanted from me though. When I saw it in the driveway the morning of my sixteenth birthday, all I could do is be my stubborn self and convince them to return it. I appreciated the act. I really did, but I just didn't want them buying my expensive items. They've done so much for me, that I thought it was unnecessary, but unfortunately, they knew me too well. They were telling me that morning that after everything they've done for me, I should at least take my gift like a proud sixteen year old and pretend I liked it. Carrie even gave me the puppy dog pout. So, there you have it. The story of my car. . .

I finally got in and drove to my new school. Great, I thought. This will be great. Pure sarcasm dripping out of course.

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