MoonScales

A Twilight fanfiction

By

Fantasy Writer'92


Do you ever get the feeling something's going to happen but you don't know what?

Well, I've been feeling like that for a while now and it has nothing to do with the move. Oh, Excuse me! My name is Holly Elizabeth Swan, I'm the second child of Charles or "Charlie" Swan and Renee Dwyer (nee Swan).

My Mom's just got remarried not that long ago to a minor league baseball player named, Phil. He's okay I guess but he's not my Dad.

Something I wish that my mom would get through her head. Just because she and Dad had a weird divorce when we were little. (I say "we" because of my older sister, Isabella Marie Swan. Though she prefers Bella. In truth she's more like my mom then our actual Mom.)

"Don't forget your insulin," she just reminds me as we were packing. See what I mean? We found out I was a diabetic over a year ago when my body started going through some abnormal changes.

Anyway, my dad, Charlie and I have always had a good relationship.

I try to visit him as often as I can. Even on opposite holidays. Something Renee just doesn't get: "Why would she want to celebrate Christmas or Thanksgiving in Forks?" I overheard her asking my sister one time before complaining that she couldn't just keep shelling out her hard-working money to keeping sending me back there.

Having heard enough, I stepped out of the shadows. Stating that I loved Dad and I wanted to continue spending time with him in person, not just phone calls. There was nothing was wrong with Forks. Its atmosphere felt like home to me. Not like this dry, hot desert of Arizona, whereas when we lived in California. We at least had the beach to cool off at. Feeling the ocean spray wind against your face. And if Money was the key problem? Then I would gladly take up a job or two to save up so I could go. I wasn't just her child; I was also Charlie's and she had better learn to share. Like she teaches the children in her kindergarten classes.

Neither Bella nor I had ever seen her looking so... Embarrassed? Flustered or Speechless.

"You know what? Forget it, you'll never understand. I'm eating in my room" I had said, grabbing slice of Pizza and heading upstairs.

About five to ten minutes later there was a knock at the door, it was Bella. "Come in," I said, holding it wide open.

My sister entered without saying anything as I shut the door. "Are you here to plead Mom's case as usual?"

"Holly," she sighed, "You should not have said that to her, not tonight."

"Well, when was the right time Sis? I'm through pretending thing are okay when they aren't. She never takes us into consideration before she does something. Hell, she even got married without telling us until the next morning. Good thing it was Phil and not some other Bozo that she met drunkenly in a bar. She then excitedly tells us that we moving from the sunny beach overlooking the Pacific Ocean to some dried-up Desert because of her new husband's job. I never had a choice in any of this Bella, and neither did you. You can't tell me that didn't hurt?" I asked, letting all my frustration out

"No but-"

"You're used to it." I finished, continuing on. "Renee has already taken so much from us with her consistent flightiness. But I won't let her take Charlie too. She didn't need to find us a "Father" when we already have one whose pretty darn good and he misses you terribly. You don't like Forks and I get that, but don't give up on him."

Bella was quiet for a few moments before- "Do you think we'll ever see eye to eye on this- this stuff with Mom?"

"I don't know," I shrugged, "But we're sisters and we're not supposed to agree all the time. And you do have a closer relationship with her than I do. She just drives me crazy sometimes…"

It was then six months later that Bella decided that it would be best for us (her and me) to move up to Forks to be with Dad while Mom goes on tour with Phil since she's been itching to get back out on the road again.

No thank you.

But the more important question is: What's up with Bella's change of mind? Is she really going to give Dad a chance? Or is it just about giving mom a clean getaway without feeling guilty?