When I got to Forks, Charlie was standing there waiting for me. I was happier than I thought I would be. "Dad!" I squealed. I ran up to him and hugged him tightly.

He hugged me back. "I missed you, Bells."

"I missed you too, dad."

He walked me to the police car.

"You took the police car?" I asked.

"Yeah, why?"

I just shook my head and got in.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

"No, I'm fine thanks."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

He started the car and then drove to the house.

I must've fell asleep in the car because when I woke up, I was in the guest room.

I looked at the clock and it was 6:02pm. I got up and walked downstairs and sat down at the dinner table.

"I thought you'd never wake up," Charlie laughed.

I smirked. "Yeah, the plane ride made me really tired."

"I can see that."

It was silent for a moment. Then Charlie said, "Your mother told me why you had to come here."

"Oh boy," I muttered.

"No more chat rooms," he said firmly. "Capice?"

"Got it."

After dinner, I took our plates and put them in the dish washer.

"Bells, I have something for you," Charlie said as he placed a box on the table.

"What is that?" I asked.

"It's some school stuff I picked up for you."

"Thanks," I said as I looked through them. I saw an orange backpack, and a big black binder. I took them upstairs with me and placed them in my closet for tomorrow. "Hey, dad!" I called.

He walked in the room.

"What school am I even going to?"

"Oh I guess it would help if I told you," he laughed. "Um, you're going to Forks High."

I nodded as he left the room. I plopped onto the bed and watched TV until it was time for bed.