I don't own Twilight.
Two.
The trees blew in the wind as I drove my trust Chevy into the small driveway of my dad's quaint blue house. As I parked and turned the ignition off, I peered over the steering wheel up into the yard that I had memorized as a child – and of course, Junior and Senior year.
Everything was so…repetitive. Every day the same, every moment drawn out. It wasn't exactly the same as it had been when Edward and the Cullens had left, but as I crawled down from the driver's seat and made my way over to the front door, I realized that something in my life was missing.
Though, it had nothing to do with love. I had all the love in the world, after all. I even had love I didn't reciprocate, a picture of Jacob flashing in my mind.
Life isn't fair, a voice inside me said. By now I was in my bedroom and I practically threw my backpack off before flopping down on the bed. In the corner of my eye was the dreamcatcher Jake had given to me on my last birthday.
Graduation was three weeks away. Renee had called me a few nights ago to let me down gently; she wasn't going to attend. My present was in the mail. It was another thing to envy. She had tamed the art of being a free spirit while still having somewhat of a normal life.
I hadn't done much on my own; my life centering around taking care of Renee and cooking for Charlie. The thoughts floundered.
On my own…
Quickly, I sat up.
The phone was already ringing. But Alice wasn't going to stop me this time. I could move quickly enough to dodge her.
It rang again. The noise was piercing my ears but I continued to let it. I already felt the change in me growing. And then the answering machine sounded.
"Bella, pick up the phone, or so help me I will get Edward!"
Huffing, I shook my head. I knew what she had seen in her vision.
The next shriek nearly deafened me. "Bella!"
The woman could wake the dead, I was sure.
My feet wanted to skip down the steps but I refrained, thinking of the damage that could occur. Instead, I wrote a long letter to Charlie, letting him know where I was going and why. As much as he would hate that I didn't come to him first – I told him I would make sure to call him every day.
It was time to leave Forks, and everything I knew.