A/N: Thank you to thecookielives27 and Emma-girl for reviewing, I appreciate it. I hope you all liked that last chapter, please remember to review; it encourages me to keep on writing. I have way more hits than reviews. So yes, enjoy this next chapter. I'm writing it with a pounding headache and little kids screaming around the house. Again, if you find any spelling or grammatical errors please tell me so I can fix it. This chapter is a little boring, but it's necessary.
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I stared at the note, I didn't remember that being there when I had got into the car in the morning, I frowned at it, trying to remember if I had seen it before. I picked it up and stuffed it into my pocket, resolving that I would look at it later. I hopped out of the car, bowing my head against the rain. The rain was pelting harder than before, resembling hail rather than water. I ran onto the porch and hastily wiped my muddy feet on the door mat. The stubborn mud remained so I kicked my trainers off and walked into the house with my damp socks. I ran upstairs for a change of clothes as mine were damp to the last layer with rain.
I fished out a pair of socks from my drawer and pulled on a thin jumper, tossing my thicker one into the hamper whilst on my way to the bathroom. I rummaged through the bathroom cupboard and unearthed a comb, I combed through my thick hair trying to disentangle the many knots that had formed. Everybody had always marvelled over my hair, how it remained glossy and thick throughout any weather and the unique colour; mahogany. Most people found it hard to believe that it was natural. I had big, round emerald green eyes; they were clearly my most prominent feature. I had pale skin, I rarely blushed, I could only create that artificially. It's a certain aspect of my appearance I really didn't like, that I had little colour, as my face was a spotless pale. My face was a slightly heart-shaped complete with a set of full lips and thin nose.
I pulled aggressively on a rather large knot in my hair; I set the comb down on the counter-top, hairs tangled around the teeth. Walking down the stairs at a slow pace I resolved what I would make for dinner. Charlie and Renee didn't get home until past five o' clock, until then I was home alone. In this particular time slot there was a lot of free time to kill once dinner was in the oven. I took out the ingredients from the fridge for spaghetti Bolognese. The simmering of the pain and bubbling of liquid in the pot filled the eerie silence in the house. Dinner was finished quicker than I expected and I sat down at the table to eat. When finished I dumped the plate into the sink and proceeded into the lounge room to watch television.
I flicked through the channels mindlessly, not settling on anything in particular. I thought of calling my friend, Jacob Black. I had known Jacob since we were tiny; he had always proved a great friend to me but lately our families had drifted apart. I thought of calling one of my school friends but I didn't have anything to say to them. I walked back into the kitchen and filled a glass of water; I stood in the kitchen drinking. I then remembered the note in my pocket, still holding the glass of water I pulled it out of my pocket, shaking it to remove some of the crinkles, I read the note;
Bella,
I know who your parents are, your birth parents.
If you want to know more wait for me in front of the school gym after the last bell tomorrow.
Don't look for me, I will find you.
The glass slipped out of my hands and shattered into pieces on the tile floor. My mouth open in shock and fingers shaking I turned the note over looking for a signature. But there was none, I didn't recognize the handwriting either. The heart beat had speeded up as I re-read the note, who had sent this? Was it some kind of joke? I stepped away from the broken glass and put the note on the table, smoothing it out with my fingers. There was no indication of who had written it, "Don't look for me I will find you." Was this a student, teacher, maybe some other adult who knew where I went to school? I stared at the note for a few more minutes before hastily shoving it back into my pocket. I turned to clean up the glass, picking up the sharp shards and placing them on the table. Once those were in the bin I took the vacuum cleaner out of the cupboard under the stairs and vacuumed up the remains. I heard a car pull into the driveway and I hastily put the vacuum back in its place.
Renee walked through the door looking slightly dishevelled, 'Hey, Mum,' I called from the kitchen, looking around to make sure I had cleaned up all traces of evidence. Renee walked into the kitchen and hung up her key on the hook. 'How was school?' she asked nonchalantly.
'School was school,' I said with a grin, 'dinner's in the fridge by the way,' I added, gesturing towards the fridge. 'Thanks, Bells,' she said, kissing the top of my head. I smiled in response and walked back into the lounge. 'Should I tell her?' I thought to myself, battling internally. I decided I wouldn't tell her and Charlie, I wouldn't want to worry them.
Five years ago we had begun the search for my parents, we had contacted the courts and other services, they told us they had searched through hundreds of records but never found the match. They had told me that they were most likely dead, this news had broken me and I cried in my room for hours. In my wildest daydreams I had imagined that they would someday come for me; tell me that it was all a mistake and that they had been searching for me for seventeen years. But they never came.
Not long after Charlie had come home, when he had eaten his dinner Renee had washed up, dismissing me of my normal duties. I trudged up the stairs to my room, to complete my set homework. I knew that I had a long essay for English, a long sheet of questions for science and maths homework from the textbook. I spread the tasks out along my desk and began on my workload.
Not long into my working, did I get distracted. I was a major procrastinator and was easily distracted. The desk I worked on was positioned right in front of the window; I set down my pencil and stared out the window. I knew that somewhere out there were my parents, I wouldn't believe that they had died. They were somewhere out there, maybe looking for me. Maybe they were here somewhere in Washington, or maybe they were somewhere on the other side of the country, or possibly another country.
I picked up my pen again and resumed my homework with a sigh. The tasks were long and tedious and when I finished it was past ten o'clock. I picked up pyjamas and a towel and headed for the shower. I retreated to bed without reading tonight. It was a common ritual for me to read late into the early hours of the morning, but tonight was different. I read the note one last time before packing it in my bag along with my other school things. I crawled into bed and cocooned myself in the blankets, embracing the calming sounds of rain falling on the rooftop. Before long, I feel asleep.