Hi!!! Slowly, the story gets a move on, therefore I should warn you: I´m a bit melodramatic and over-romantic. So if I´m getting too kitschy, please tell me. And please, please, please review!!!! I do really want to know what you think about the story!!
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2.The Beginning
I arrived at school as the sun was rising. Unwillingly, I stepped out of my beloved truck and went in in order to go to the school office. A certain Mrs. Cope gave me my schedule inclusive a map. I thanked her and looked where I had to go for my Politic lesson in house three. Surprisingly, I found it fast. I took a deep breath before I entered the building.
The day could begin.
My first school week went by. On the very first day, I met a few nice people with who I sat in lunch. The lessons were partly interesting and the teachers were okay, too. Meanwhile, living together with Charlie was becoming a routine, just like awake with the sound of the rain. I got used to it.
Friday evening, Charlie came exhausted from the police office.
"Hi, Bells. Mhm, that smells, well,... interesting." He sniffed suspiciously. I laughed.
"You´re not afraid, are you, dad?" I set the table. "Don´t worry, it´s just lasagna." Obviously, he felt relieved.
"That´s a good thing to know. When is it ready?"
"Now." I gave him his plate of food. We ate in silence until I felt Charlie on me.
"Is something wrong with the lasagna dad?" I asked.
"No, no, Bells, this is the best one ever... well, I actually was thinking... what about spending Saturday evening at the Blacks?" I wasn´t quiet sure if I was supposed to know the name.
"Er, dad... who are the Blacks?" He looked cofused.
"You don´t remember?" I shook my head.#
"Billy... we had been fishing with him a long time ago... he´s living in La Push, the Indian reservation..." He looked meaningful at me, if I was missing something.
"Sorry, dad, but I have no clue. However, we can visit them anyways."
"Are you sure? I mean it´d be a great thing but..."
"Really, dad, it doesn´t matter to me at all. I´d like to meet Billy." Charlie got up.
"Thanks, Bells. I think I´m gonna watch the play if that´s okay with you."
"It´s no problem at all. I´m doing the dishes."
Later, after I had gone to my room I stood under the hot water of the shower. The water and my breathing made the only sound since you couldn´t hear charlie downstairs. Everything was quiet.
I was glad that the week was actually succesful. After all, I made friends with Jessica, Mike and lots of other students. My mom was doing fine in Florida, my dad was happy and it had only been rainig four days in six days. Maybe, just maybe, Forks wouldn´t drive me crazy.
I put a towel around my body and walked back in my room. It was very dark outside as I looked out of the window. I made no effort to turn on the light. Instead I put on my pajamas. The night was almost black, only the shadows of the trees were darker. Though it was the gloomy and spooky end of a day it was also fascinating. My gaze was soon lost in darkness.
All of a sudden, there was a brief flame which glowed bright red. I shrank back and squinted a few times. Probably I was tired. This had to be the reason. I was tired. I must have imagined the blnk.
But I wasn´quiet sure.
