Bear with me through this chapter, I promise it gets better soon! Just some more setup in this one, getting to know Kaliska etc.
Chapter two - bella
When I first met my great-uncle Charlie and his only daughter Bella, I instantly liked them both. Both are very awkward and have a hard time keeping up a conversation, but all in all they're good people. I noticed the engagement ring on Bella's finger and kept a lookout for any pictures of the guy around their house, but didn't see any.
We hung out at their house for awhile and ate dinner, and by the time we left, it was dark. I listened to my dad talk about the last article he'd written from Oregon and looked out the window into the dark trees. I started thinking about the stories from so long ago and imagining what it would be like to be one of the spirits, flying through the trees faster that our car drove. I was snapped from my daydreaming as I caught the tail end of a question my dad asked me.
"Sorry, what?" I blinked. He laughed.
"Distracted by the trees again?" I nodded, smiling. My dad and I got along very well, even though I'd never met him until a few years ago. My friends from California were shocked that I'd trusted him so easily, but I don't see why. He hadn't known about me until they found him after Mom passed, so how could he have been there for me? Ever since then, he's given me everything in his power to help me live my best life.
We pulled into our driveway and I hopped out, slamming the door. He reminded me for the thousandth time to close it gently and I rolled my eyes, trying not to smile.
"I think I'm gonna hit the hay, pumpkin. You staying up?" He asked me.
"Not for long, I have a lot to do tomorrow. Might read some of the books Bella gave me though." I looked at the three she'd handed me. They were all about Quileute legends and traditions, she said they'd help me to understand more of what I'll see at the res school.
My dad nodded, yawning. We said our good nights and he went upstairs while I curled up on the sofa in the living room. The curtains were still open and I squinted through the foggy glass. I mentally added cleaning the windows to my to do list. Outside, my bucket full of weeds collected water during the light drizzle. It seems to rain here every night, but I've come to like the dampness. Just then, I caught sight of an animal moving just inside the tree line. I looked closer, trying to see an outline of it. As far as I could tell, the animal was just a wolf, but bigger than any I've seen before. It was a good looking animal, light grey with darker markings. I felt the urge to go outside and take a closer look, but came to my senses quickly. This is a wild animal, and I can't expect it to be tame. I am not a spirit warrior, nor could I survive an attack.
The wolf stalked off and I returned to my reading. As I felt my eyelids growing heavy, I closed my book and went up to my room. I curled up on my bed and turned on some music, tapping my fingers on the mattress along with the rhythm. I heard the wind rustling the trees outside and the rain hitting the roof. All is well in Forks, I fell asleep.