Chapter 3

Reminders

6 Years later...

I was tired of Jacksonville 6 Years there was 6 years to many so I was leaving, by myself and I was going to Forks...

Yes Forks where I grew up with Charlie, I was going to be living in the same house I lived in with Charlie. There would be reminders everywhere, and the pain would be as raw as the day I found out but I knew I needed to do this. I wanted to...

The plane I'm on is just about to start landing and you would never guess what... it's raining! HEAVILY! But that isn't bothering me right now I'm just glad to be home. If Renee was here she would be crying probably her and the weather don't get along unless there is sun and a lot of it at that. Renee was against the idea at first because she thought she had to move with me... but she finally came around after quite a lot of convincing...

"Renee I want to move back to Forks." I blurted out after weeks of holding it in. Renee was in the midst of her new faze 'knitting' and the dropped everything and slowly turned her head to face me.

"That's not funny Isabella, now can you pass me that magazine I forgotten how to do this" she showed me the knitting magazine and she wanted me to get her.

"Renee I'm not joking, I want move back there, I can't stand it here anymore I'm-" Renee was finally seeing that I wasn't joking.

"NO no no! Bella I can't move back there why do you think I ran away in the first place Isabella I can't let you go there, I'm sorry," Renee was rambling on which she hardly ever did as she had some kind of sixth sense. She saw the world in a different way.

"Why?" I had made the mistake of asking as Renee then started listing all the reasons she detested Forks...

30 minutes later she had finished and I said something I should have said from the start. "Renee I didn't say you had to come, I'm old enough to take care of myself."

After that statement she calmed down and after some reasoning here I am.

The plane was parked now so I stood to get up to leave getting my hand luggage. I hadn't really brought much with me apart from clothes and some things I just couldn't leave behind. Like news paper articles of my past. And music sheets, things that just can remind me of how I was before.

But apart from that nothing else really.

I was walking around this foreign airport looking for the person that was supposed to be picking me up. Jacob I think his name was, his dad was Charlie's best friend. He was about 2 years younger than me or something but he was giving me a lift to the house. I didn't know what he looked like so I didn't what I was looking.

"Are you Isabella Swan?" A deep voice came from behind me and I saw a Native American with long hair standing almost a foot taller than me.

"Em, yeah. Your Jacob right?" I was blushing but I had no idea why.

"Yep. So let's get going." He took my suit case and led me out of the airport and into the car park. I looked around, I'm no car fanatic but I could tell a good car from a bad on. And the one we were heading to at the moment was...unusual. It was a rabbit rusty but nevertheless it still ran, I hope.

He put my suit cases in the back and tried to start talking to me I wasn't really listening until he said famous and then I knew where this conversation was heading and I had to stop it right away.

"You are like the most famous person I've ever met you know..." This boy was going to be getting on my nerves pretty soon.

"I'm not famous Jacob I was just known because of something I did..." That is so lame. Couldn't I come up with a better lie? And it's a lie because I was the youngest girl to ever get accepted into Julliard that was bound to cause a bit of publicity, and it did but I wasn't going to admit I knew exactly how good I was.

"I've listened to your music and stuff you're really good, and you were 8 at the time. You think I could hear you play sometime?" This was a question I was avoiding for the last seven years. They always wanted to hear me play. Well they had a long wait because I wasn't going to be playing anytime soon.

"I don't think so I haven't got a piano plus I haven't played in a long time, I wouldn't be as good as everyone expects me to be." That was a reasonable enough answer wasn't it? I wasn't trying to be rude but I didn't like talking about this particular subject, it was unavoidable of course but it wasn't my favourite topic.

I turned to look at Jacob hoping I hadn't hurt his feelings, but he was smiling. WHAT! "Why are you smiling?"

"it's nothing really, it's just if you say you won't be as good as people expect you to be how would you know if you haven't played for a long time?" this boy was now getting on my nerves and I knew we would probably never be friends even though he is the first person I've met in Forks. Either he is immature for his age or I'm to mature for my age. But I have a feeling it's a mixture of both.

We pulled to the house some time later and I stepped out of the low car to look at my new home my childhood home and my father's home. It stood tall exactly the same as I remember it. The flowers in the flower boxes still alive and my new car parked in the drive way. Over the years I had collected a large amount of money from concerts I had played at. My mum saved all the money for when I was older and I'm older. I had bought a custom made mini cooper which had flower printed on it. Whatever it may sound like it wasn't that girly but not that ostentatious.

"Nice car," Jacob was ogling at the car obviously the car fanatic I wasn't

"Thanks! Are you gonna be going now?" I was being unusually rude probably from the flight it had stopped raining. But it was wet everywhere.

"My dad said he wanted me to help you settle in. He was going to come over later and see you." I smiled I had missed Billy Black he was the fun Uncle I never had. I simply nodded in response. I had to unpack and go get food he could help me with that if he liked. I had school tomorrow it was Sunday. Forks High School. Junior year.

It had been a long day, and I am tired. I've unpacked gone shopping for groceries and settled and all there is left to do is dread school tomorrow. I had set the alarm for 6:00 I wanted to get to school early.

The alarm was loud and definitely woke me up. I went had a shower got dressed in jeans and a blue jumper went downstairs and had breakfast rushed outside and got in my new car. It had that new car smell. It wasn't exactly a pleasant smell but I'd get used to it. I checked I had everything and I was off. It's surprising to see it's not raining, but the sky tells a different story.

The school was easy to find just off the highway, plus you couldn't miss the big sign saying 'Welcome to Forks High School'. There were signs pointing towards the car park and parked my car in a space next to the nicest car in the car park. A silver Volvo, it looked pretty posh compared to the rest of the cars so I suppose mine will stand out a lot. Turns out I'm not as early as I hoped I would be as the car park was pretty full. So of course everyone was staring at the new thing to look at. They couldn't see who was driving it the windows were darkly tinted. I parked at hesitated to open the door, took one deep breath and left the warm comfort of my car into the cold outside air. I looked at the silver Volvo next to me then walked away from the car hoping to find the reception. Everyone was staring of course, it was expected. I found the reception and walked in and saw the lady behind the desk. She told me the principle wanted to see me, she pointed out his office and gave me my timetable and a map. I sat down in the waiting room.

"Isabella Swan?" The tall man Mr Greene came out of the office and gestured for me to come inside.

"We are so glad you chose our school to attend and you a welcomed addition to the student body, to have two such talented people attend this school, is amazing-" Then Ms cope the receptionist walked in and said Mr Greene was needed. Did he say two talented people; I wonder who the other is. He got up and left and Ms Cope said I could leave to.

I wanted to get to the library to see what kind of books they had. I had taken a liking to reading over the years.

I must have been walking too fast and not concentrating on the people staring at me. Because I bumped into someone and dropped my bag. I leaned down to pick it up.

"Em, I'm sorry, err I wasn't looking where I was going..." I said while still picking up my bag. The boy helped me up my head still down trying to hide the redness spreading across my face.

"Bella Swan!" WHAT! No one had called me that since I was 11 no one called me Bella anymore.

I looked up and saw a familiar face. Green eyes messy shiny bronze hair. Green eyes I haven't seen in six years... I gasped "Fancy seeing you here, the missing prodigy has returned," he said with a breath taking smirk. I looked around everyone was staring at us. This is the last person I want to see the last person that had called me Bella, the last person to have played piano with me.

"Edward Cullen!" I blurted out. He was smiling from ear to ear, Edward Cullen the musical genius was in Forks. Are you kidding me!