Bella's P. O.V.
When I woke up this morning, everything felt out of place. As I got dressed in the oufit I chose last night, I had this uneasy feeling. What was it, exactly, that was bothering me? I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Maybe it's the anxiety of being a new girl in a small town. Maybe it's the realization that I can't bring myself to move out now that I've moved in. Maybe it's looking at my Dad and seeing a stranger - I know he's my Dad, but there isn't that same closeness that I have with Mom.
My phone buzzes a familiar tune. Yep, text from Mom. Go figure.
First day of school! Excited, sweetie? Let me know how everything goes when you get back, k?
Mom, I just woke up.
I'm surprised. You're such a morning person.
Only when you drag me out of bed...
Well, I'm sure that can be arranged. I''ll talk to your father about it.
What are you going to do, text me every morning?
If I have to. You know you mean the world to me sweetie. Now, go eat breakfast. I wouldn't want you to be late for school. Love you.
Love you, too.
Breakfast? I'm not sure what Dad even has in the house. He has to have at least the breakfast essentials, right? I should've checked the fridge and cupboards before now.
I stub my toe in the hallway before I even reach the stairs. Just what I needed, a painful start to the day.
"Bells, is that you?" Dad is in his PJs sitting near the kitchen table, but he's close enough to the stairs to see me.
"Of course it's me, Dad. Who else would it be?"
"You never know. What if you had a secret boyfriend or something?"
"I don't think so. I promise it's just me up there."
Add that to the list of things to worry about. I hadn't told Mom and I hadn't told Dad something I had known for a long time: that my future would not involve a boyfriend.
"So, what would you like for breakfast? I made eggs, sunny side up!"
Ew. I hated sunny side up eggs. Science agreed with me, too, since they had an increased risk of food poisoning. But Dad made this for me, and it's not like I should expect him to know my food preferences. That means slowly eating the sunny side up eggs out of politenes for today, and going grocery shopping to avoid this situation in the future.
"Um, Bells? I just noticed that school is going to be starting in the next 15 minutes. Maybe I should drive you down the road?"
"15 minutes? Let's go then, I can't be late on my first day!"
How are we even suppossed to get parking and figure out where my classes are if I'm going to be late on my first day? What will other students think of me?