Hello, my friends! Sincere apologies for not writing in . . . Holy pickles! Over a month! Well I'm on summer break (no summer jobs for me :P)! I go to an awful school (uniforms and all) and we have exams throughout the entire miserable 7 years we're here. So I started studying for finals like a month ago and realized . . . I had a ton of work to do. That mixed with the fact that I really didn't feel like writing, equals guilty me! So I started writing today- my last day of school. Lastly: COOKIES!!

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Now to the story . . .

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Chapter 4- and good news, folks! We are done with the insane epilogue! ^^

BPOV

I woke up once again to the incessant beeping of my decrepit alarm clock. I had no idea why I bothered to get up at six every day, since I had nothing to get up for. I looked out the window- ugh. I really missed Phoenix, I mean, sure it had been a while but here it was, the middle of August, freezing and pouring. Stupid clouds.

I decided to take a shower, mostly to avoid running into Charlie when he got up in about ten minutes

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"Isabella, come down here. Now.", I heard Charlie from downstairs. It sounded like he was sober- good. I went into the living room immediately, expecting to be given my textbooks. Instead, Charlie gestured toward the corner by the front door- a backpack? Well, that was weird to say the least.

"I enrolled you in school. You're going to be a Junior at Forks High School starting a week from Monday." . . . Did Charlie actually buy me a backpack?

"But . . . I . . . Why?", Ooh, mistake. Should have stayed quiet, Bella.

Charlie was angry now, "Because I said so! You have to get out of the house sometime, Isabella. Oh, and I took the money for the backpack out of your pay from Mr. Juarez."

Mr. Juarez owned the grocery store in Forks. When I was twelve, Charlie had sent me to get a few things and Mr. Juarez asked me if I wanted to come around and help him a few times a week. Charlie had agreed, to have me away from him, I imagine. I now 'worked' there Monday through Friday from four until seven-thirty unless I had to leave early, which never happened.

I glanced to the corner again. The backpack was dark-blue with three separate pockets and black straps.

"Okay. Thanks, Charlie." I grabbed my backpack and headed up to my room. Today was Sunday so school started a week from tomorrow.

Random note: *I really have NO idea how home schooling works, so I'm not going to talk about it if I can help it*

Charlie seemed to be in a good mood (for him) and I ddn't want to be around if it changed so I decided to see if Mr. Juarez needed some extra help. Plus, I could use the extra money.

"Charlie, can I go see if Mr. Juarez needs any help?", I asked a bit shyly.

"Fine.", Was his curt answer.

Wow, he really is in a good mood, I thought. I knew he would call to make sure that I was really going there, though.

Amazingly, I owned a bicycle. Mr. Juarez's daughter, Julie, was about my age and, even though I didn't know her, she had been kind enough to give me her old bike when she got a new one. It wasn't exactly new but I wasn't picky.

I was fed up with rain and I stubbornly wanted to overcome it. It was childish and stupid but I decided I was going to ride my bike in the pouring rain- weather can't control me.

I wanted to make this chapter super long for you guys but it's already after midnight, so I technically failed to get this out today . . . but I wanted to publish it NOW!!! I'm starting chapter 5 as soon as I have this posted!

3 Anna