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The ride to Forks was silent except at the beginning, Arabella's endless chatter consuming the silence.

Not long after Arabella's chattering ended, the scenery changed from trees to civilization.

"Is this it?" I asked, looking around me.

"Yep. Home sweet home Forks." Arabella chirped from the back seat. I noted her words, watching what could only be Forks High School go by.

We came in on Main Street (Which was maybe four blocks long with a few shops. The convenience store, gas station, post offices, a diner and café, the town hall, police station, and fire station. On both sides, behind the shops were four rows of houses.) and Charlie turned at the only stoplight in town, and drove two blocks to the last street with the last two rows of houses on it. They were all stereotypical; two story houses of an American family.

"There's a hospital, and more shops outside of town." Arabella said as Charlie pulled into the drive of one of the houses. I nodded, not truly caring. "Come on. I'll show you the house, and your room, while Daddy gets the luggage." Arabella pulled me out of the car, two steps ahead of Charlie and me, and pulled me toward the house. Knowing-from the few hours I had known her-that it was pointless to resist, I went along with her. "Your room is amazing!" She gushed, stopping to unlock the door.

"This is the alcove. There are only four rooms on this floor, Daddy's study and Daddy and Mommy's bedroom down the hall in the back of the house. The kitchen with the laundry room in a little backroom-like a pantry-and the living room. Our bedrooms, and the bathroom are upstairs." Arabella explained in less than 2 minutes. She was nervous, acting how I did when I was. Thank God I wasn't nervous today. Arabella continued to chatter just as fast, and I was shocked I understood it all. But I guess that would be normal with how fast I talk.

"I hope you like blue, 'cause that's the color we did your room in." She was saying, dragging me down the hallway to a hidden staircase. "Oh, also, there's a bathroom in the study. That's the one Mommy and Daddy use. We use the one upstairs." And preceded to drag me up the stairs. "Besides the bathroom, there are four bed rooms, all the same size. So we all have our own room. Your room is next to mine." She grinned, pulling me into the hallway at the top of the stairs. There were two doors on each side, and one next to the staircase. The two doors on the right were decorated with posters of sports, rock stars, and signs saying 'stay out." Obviously Alonso and Austin's room.

The other two doors opposite, well one, had posters of the hottest actors, glitter and signs saying 'Princess.' The other door had nothing on it, a blank slate. My room. The other door had a sign saying 'Bathroom' on it.

Arabella pulled me toward the door to my room, and shoving the door open, pushed me through.

It was better than I was expecting. It wasn't too girlie or boyish, but just right. The walls were painted a light blue, the carpet black, just my colors. There was a closet to my right, and a dresser beside the door to my right, a vanity beside the door to my left. The wall opposite the door had a window with a desk directly below it. On the desk there was a new computer with all the equipment, and a brand new Bella blue laptop with a desk lamp beside it. There was a stereo set up to the left of the desk with surround sound. The bed was against the left wall with Bella blue covers, and pillows. There were several built in bookcases around the room, floor-to-ceiling, filled with books.

"Wow" was all I could say. My knick-knacks had been set up on the shelves in front of the books, my rugs on the ground, my chair in the only available corner with the footstool in front of it.

"So, you like it?" Arabella asked from behind me. I turned, stunned. I nodded, wordless. "That's great. Just to tell you, we made a replica of the bedroom-minus your personal belongings-at Twyla's house, incase you don't like it here." Arabella explained, the excitement draining from her face to be replaced by anxiety.

"No. I like it just fine." I tried to reassure her. It wasn't working too well. "I'm more comfortable around people I know, not strangers. I know you and Charlie, and too a certain extent, Austin, Alonso, and Emerald." Still wasn't working. "Look, Arabella. I haven't been here more than five minutes. It'll be a while before I can tell you if I truly like it or not, 'cause I gotta get used to it here, and then I'll find out if I like it or not. Okay?" It worked, finally. I breathed a sigh of relief as Arabella's face lit up once again. Why I was worried about her feelings, I didn't know.

Thump. Thump. Thump

"What is that?" I asked, puzzled. Trying to look past Arabella toward the noise, I was unsuccessful with her blocking the doorway.

"Oh, that?" She grinned, leaning against the doorjamb. "It's Daddy. He likes making a lot of noise carrying things up the stairs." I stared at her, amazed, for a second, and then moved.

"We have to help him. It's rude to make him carry all that stuff." I snapped, shoving past her. And stopped. Charlie was at the top of the stairs, the luggage beside his feet, grinning.

"Three bags are not a lot." Arabella chuckled.

I snarled, grabbing my suitcases, and storming to my new room.
Walking in, I dropped the suitcases on the floor, and slammed the door in their faces.