I have returned, bringing with me chapter three! You're welcome. Like I said before, please review. :D Also, I have never been to Denali, let alone Alaska, so sorry for any incorrect information. I'm too lazy to research.

Oh! And, I'd like to thank Vera A 'cause her review eventually got me to update. :P Thank you, Vera A!

Disclaimer: I'm not Stephenie Meyer, therefore, I do not own Twilight.

Chapter Three – Alaska

Bella, 2005, Denali

The words WELCOME TO DENALI, ALASKA stood out in the layers of white.

I sighed, repulsed by simply the thought of having to live through all this white for my entire summer break.

Really, it was all Renee's fault. She was the one that insisted I visit my Aunt and cousin. Well, it was either that or I go straight to Forks, Washington, which was where I was to live when summer break was over.

I sort of only delayed my moved to Forks.

See, Forks is a very rainy, very gloomy town; the rainiest in the Continental US. My father, Charlie Swan, lived there with all his loneliness. I mean, I did feel bad for him, but I didn't want to be trapped in that giant, grey porthole that was apparently suitable for humans.

Ugh.

"Fern, could you show Bella to her room when we get home?" My Aunt Cali asked, hopefully looking to her right at Fern (who was my age, seventeen), her daughter.

Fern sighed. "Fine, whatever." She was a very dismissive and vague girl; she hardly had any respect for me, let alone her own mother. I suspected that this was because Aunt Cali was even more childish than my mother—which, by the way, is a bit hard to pull off.

After a couple minutes of intense and awkward silence, Aunt Cali pulled slowly into their heated drive way (yes, heated, but that was because of all the snow. Ugh). I shuddered, once again repulsed. Anything cold and wet…well, anything cold and wet just wasn't for me.

"Bella, we're here." Aunt Cali said sweetly, craning her neck around to peer at me.

"Right." I said curtly.

"Do you want to see your room?"

"Sure."

"Fern?"

Fern replied with an exasperated sigh. With a slice of anger, she shoved open her door, and leaped out easily—unlike me, who would probably fall flat on my face, considering my clumsiness. Regardless, I would have to get out sometime.

Reluctantly, I slid out of Aunt Cali's SUV and stumbled to a halt at the edge of their driveway. "Let's go." Fern said, shoving past me and trudging up their front porch.

"Don't mind her; she's gloomy all the time." Aunt Cali said, grabbing my arm, leading me through their front door, dragging my bags, and locking the door (not all at the same time, though).

I didn't bother to really pay attention to my surroundings; I'd been here enough times before to know exactly what everything looked like. And, I knew Aunt Cali well enough to know that she didn't care that I knew where I was going, although I knew it was all done to try and be as hospitable as possible—a feat nobody in our family was exactly famous for, it was like a contest or something to her and my mother.

Fern stood at the top of their narrow staircase, her foot tapping impatiently.

I followed her wordlessly, both of us knowing the conversation would be impossible. But, of course, I have to be dumb and try anyway. "Um. So…nice weather you got here." I heard Aunt Cali attempt to sneak off as quietly as possible, probably with the hope that Fern and I would "bond." Tough luck.

She snorted.

Argh, of course, I'd used that line a million times before, it wasn't like this time was going to be any different—

"It gets boring."

Wait. Did she just answer me? Fern hardly ever spoke to me.

See, ever since we were born (she was only four days older than me!), she always thought that she was higher than me. Well, she never said it, but anyone could see that she was thinking it—plus, that's how she acted. I was surprised she hadn't asked me to bow down and call her "Queen Fern" by now.

"Um, yeah, are you planning to move out?" I asked, twisting the hem of my shirt nervously. I wasn't a very verbal person.

"After college, probably. Not sure." She shrugged.

"Where do you want to go?"

She shrugged again. "You?" Did she just ask me something about me?

At that moment, I realized that that was probably a sign (as cheesy as it sounds). Something was going to change, or maybe something already had changed.

"I'm not sure. We don't have that much money, so…" I trailed off, biting my lip. This was bizarre.

"Yeah, maybe we can lend you some."

Basically, the world stops when Fern offers to give you something, espcially something as valuble as money.

Obviously, this summer was going to be different.

Lately, the chapters I've been writing have gotten shorter and shorter…sorry about that, but it was all I could think of.

Next chapter: who do you want it to revolve around?

(A) Edward (and Elizabeth)

(B) Bella (and Fern and Aunt Cali)

(C) Carlisle (and Esme, Alice, and Jasper [more will be explained later!])

If you chose (C) then the chapter will be from ALICE'S POV, if you chose (B) the chapter will be from BELLA'S POV, and if you chose (A) …Tell me who's POV you want.

R&R is appreciated!

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