My sister Bella had once told me that while she never thought about how she died. Dying in place of someone she'd loved seemed like a good way to go. I then told her to shut up and not be so gloomy. Why think about death when you think about the life you could have.
That's why I was happy that my mother was finally going with Phil to Florida. She had wanted to go with him since she had married him ten years ago, but she stayed in Phoenix for us, but Florida was the dream. So that's why I begged her to let me and Bella go to Forks. I wanted her to be happy.
"Bella, Clara," our mom said to us - the last of a thousand times - before we got on the plane. "You two don't have to do this."
I could see the panic in Bella's eyes. We had always been the one taking care of mom. I thought she babied her too much. She was a full-grown woman, and if she couldn't take care of herself, then she needs to figure it out herself.
"We want to go," I said. It had been years since I had seen Dad, and I missed the days we spent together.
"Tell Charlie I said hi."
"We will," Bella says.
"I'll see you soon," she insisted. "You can come home whenever you want -I'll comes right back as soon as you need me."
The plane ride to Port Angles wasn't a long one. But it was weird to see how the sunlight slowly seemed to fade as we came closer and closer to Washington. Bella was quiet the entire ride. I know it because she'd rather stay in Phoenix, but we hadn't seen Dad in years, and it will be good for us...I hope.
"You both grew out your hair," Dad said, trying to break the awkward silence between us. He had picked us up from the airport in his squad, which I rolled my eyes at and cracked a joke about it being the first time in the back of a police car.
"Yea, I cut mine since the last time I saw you," Bella replied as she stared at the window.
Trying to keep the conversation going, I ask, "how's Billy Black and Jake doing, Dad?" His face perked up at the mention of his old friend's name.
"They're doing great, Clara. Billy is in his wheelchair full time, so he decides to let Jake fix it and sell his truck. Which why you girls have a gift when we get to the house," Dad hinted. I smile shot up on my face, and even Bella turned to look at Dad's interest in what he had said.
"NO WAY! You got us a car," I shouted excitedly, jumping in my seat.
, "Char-Dad, you didn't have to do that. Clara and I were going to work and save up for it," Bella said. Dad brushed it off.
"Billy gave it to me for a fair price. It wasn't that much, I promise," Dad replied. This appeased her for the time being. As we cross the town line into Forks, memories of my childhood popped into my head. Summers spent swimming in the ocean and playing in the mud with Jake and Bella. I missed it here far more than I would ever admit to anyone.
The house hadn't changed in the five years I had been away from Forks. It was the same three bedroom home that my parents had bought when they were young and in love.
There in the driveway laid the truck that Dad had boughten us. The was truck was red, which helped hide the rust around the metal surrounding the wheels. It looked old but would run none the less. I gave my Dad a smile and a small hug, letting him know my appreciation for his homecoming gift.
I grabbed my bag of clothes from the crusier and started hiking up the stairs to reach the top. I opened the room to see that just like the house, my room hadn't changed either. It hadn't even looked like anything had been touched since I left. The sunny yellow walls and white curtains still hung in their place. I smiled and gave a light sigh. 'Something never changes,' I thought to myself, leaving the room to grab more of my stuff from the car.
Let me know what you guys think. Sorry, it's a little short. The first book, there will be little changes, but as we get to New Moon, that's where the fun begins. ;)