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Chapter 3- Forks, Washington

When I was younger my mom always used to say, 'treat others the way you want to be treated' at the end of every fairytale book she read to me. Then I would snuggle up to her chest and breathe heavily and close my eyes tightly until she was convinced that she had gotten me to fall asleep. Then, as she was about to close the door and go into her empty room she would say, 'I love you, Ronnie.' And, with a brief pause I would immediately say, 'I LOVE YOU MORE, MAMA.' And my mom would always leave the room with the same bright smile as usual.

Now that I think back on it, it must've been hard for her. She was always alone in that big house. My dad was always working, traveling the globe with different doctors to raise awareness for different diseases. And my mom, a traditional housewife would always be home, taking care of me and my little brother-Jonas. I always thought of my mom so highly when I was little and how she could take on the world. When really she could, but she loved her job as a mother- a caretaker-nurturer. And now I respect her more for that aspect- For the fact that she could love so unconditionally. But, unfortunately my father didn't categorize there.

I wait to find Charlie, which is nearly impossible with the people in Port Angeles Airport. Everyone was running which way, trying to get to their designated areas. But I kept looking, even though I had no clue what he looked like- I was guessing he had to look something remotely similar to my dad. After a good ten minutes I give up, taking a seat in a row of perfectly columned seats. I figured, if Charlie wanted me, he should come find me because I sure as hell wasn't getting anywhere.

A thump of a body shifted my gaze from two god-awful looking girls. A teenaged girl was getting up slowly, helped up by a man with an artificial mustache and police gear. I was suspecting that this was Charlie, my dad's brother and his daughter, Bella. I get up from my seat, with a set of determination to get out of this airport. I walk over to what I assume Charlie.

"Hi, I'm Veronica." I say lamely, as if he couldn't recognize me if I said Ronnie.

"Oh! Hi! We couldn't find you, Veronica. And Bella over here has two left feet. Ha." An awkward silence passes over us, as Bella shades a deep red over her dads confession.

"Well, I think I should get my stuff from the baggage claim." I say awkwardly, not liking where this greeting was going. I kinda pictured it as a happy time, and all smiles a cheers as I fake smile all the way home.

"Oh yes!" Charlie says, giving me a brief smile before walking faster and faster down the airport halls. Leaving Bella and I to fend for ourselves. Way to throw me out to the wolves, Charlie.

"So…" Bella says, lifting a locket of her hair behind her ears.

"So…" I imitate, not on purpose but out of the lingering silence between us. "Umm… I think we should be following Charlie, wouldn't want to be lost in this airport." Bella silently agreed.

Though I had no doubt that I could find my way out of this dinky airport if push came to shove, I don't know if Bella could say the same.

"H-How's California, Ronnie?" Bella said, making her first real attempt at conversation in the last five minutes of our greeting.

"Pretty Good." I say rather fast.

It was silent for a few more minutes until I finally said,

"So, how's high school here?" I casually say.

"Umm... " She waits for some odd breif seconds, as if she's pondering a thought- but not brave enough to say it herself. " Fine. The High School is fine." She said it twice, as if to reassure herself, rather than me.

"Great! Any cute boys?" I ask in rather a more girly-girl tone. Bella's cheeks boiled to a dark shade of red. "Yes?"

"It's complicated." She settled.

We were now walking rather fast and tumbling down stairs to get to baggage claim. I finally saw Charlie and was praising the Lord that we finally saw him. I don't know if I could handle another minute with this awkward child.

I ran to the rather tall pink suit case that was slowly making it's way back inside the doggy door thing. What ever you want to call it.

I walked back to the Swans, just to see Charlie looking at my stilettos then my pink suitcase.

A long exasperated sign escaped Charlie's lips.

"What?" I defensivly say, and with a bitter cold edge to it.

"Nothing, nothing." He says sarcastically.

Lets just say I was shooting daggers at the back of his head all the way to his poor looking house. I was already hateing Charlie Swan.

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We silently pulled up to Cheif Swans house. It was realitivly small and ugly. The only big color was the greenary outside. Every. Thing. Was. God. Damn. Green. I officially hated green now.

"Nice home." I sigh, I get a disgusted look from Charlie. He's too offensive.

"Thanks, Veronica." He says.

"No problem!" I smile cheerfully. This was all an act to hide my haterid for Him, my life, Bella and my damn father who basically disowned me by sending me away to this shrubbery of a place.

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