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Thank you so much everybody who added this story as a favorite! I love you all! Here's the next chapter of the story. I hope you love it! Constructive criticism welcomed! For some background information, Bella loves to shop! Sorry for the short chapters. I'm just beginning and I need to get a couple of basis chapters out. Longer one in a few days!

"Attention flight attendants and passengers, please prepare for landing." The caption announced onto the loudspeaker. It had been a long and uneventful dozen of hours as I impatiently waited to land in Seattle then drive to Forks. There was only one thing that was remotely exciting was my mad dash to the bathroom. I had just entered the plane with my Chanel sunglasses on and I realized I would look stupid wearing my shades in rainy Forks. I also remembered that beneath my shades were my brown eyes that would reveal who I was. I couldn't let that happen. So the instant I stepped onto the plain, I dropped my carry on onto my seat and zoomed to the bathrooms to put in my dark blue contacts. Other than that, nothing really happened.

Minutes later, we landed smoothly in the busy city of Seattle, Washington. I stumbled off the plane scanning the crowd for my brown haired uncle.

"Hey, Bella," A voice behind me said.

I jumped and turned to find Charlie standing there wearing my favorite crinkly eyed smile.

"Charlie!" I squealed and threw my arms around his neck. "I missed you!"

"I missed you, too!" He replied taking my carry on from me and we walked to pick up my luggage.

The car ride to Forks was long and awkward. Every couple of minutes one of us would break the silence. When we were almost home Charlie, the chief of police himself, took his eyes off the road to look at me.

"Bella your car arrived this morning." His happy voice turned stern. "I see that you have a yellow Lamborghini Embolado."

I smiled proudly ignoring his stern voice. "Yes. Yes I do." I loved my car. It was my baby and everything to me. I personally had it shipped to Washington so I could drive fast and keep at least one part of my royal life with me. Besides my clothes of course.

"It's a beautiful car," Charlie commented, his eyes were dreamy. He was probably imagining himself in it. "But, very dangerous. How did my sister let you buy that?"

I giggled. It took me only a minute to get Renee's approval. We both loved to drive fast, but my uncle didn't. "Charlie, I'm the princess. I get whatever I want. Duh."

He sighed. "I know, I know. I just don't want you to get hurt."

It was my turn to sigh now. "I'm not going to get hurt. Promise. Besides, I've already driven it full speed before. You have to in order to buy it. They want to make sure your reflexes are fast enough."

Charlie nodded understanding. Then his face turned puzzled. "Why are you wearing contacts?"

I rolled my eyes and spoke very slowly, as if I was explaining this to a child. "Charlie, I came here to be normal. I can't be normal looking exactly like Princess Isabella Marie Swan, can I?"

He chuckled at my obviously emphasized explanation. "No. You can't."

After a few more minutes we arrived at his house, my home for the next year. The second we pulled into the driveway I saw my baby.

"Stop the car!" I shouted in excitement.

Charlie just laughed and parked his car taking his own sweet time about it.

When the cruel man finally turned off the engine I leapt out of his police cruiser and dashed to my baby.

"Hello!" I cooed to my car. "Did you miss me? Of course you did!"

I heard laughter from behind me and saw my uncle rolling the ground uncontrollably laughing.

I glared. "Ha. Ha. Very funny."

When Charlie finally decided he had enough laughing at me talking to my car, we walked inside to the house and I headed upstairs and began to unpack while he made dinner.

Big mistake.

About five minutes into my unpacking I smelled smoke from downstairs. Scared, I ran down the stairs to find Charlie whistling like nothing was wrong.

"Where's the fire?" I yelled spinning around to locate the smoke.

"What are you talking about, Bella?" Charlie questioned looking up from the food.

"Smell the air Charlie!"

He sniffed and apparently didn't smell the smoke. "Smells normal to me. Just the cooking smoke."

My eyes widened. "What cooking smoke?"

He looked at me as if I was the dumbest person alive. "Um, Bella. The smoke that rises when you cook."

"No smoke should rise unless you're making a BBQ." I explained searching for the smell. My nose led me to the microwave. I opened it to find a sea of thick, grey smoke.

"Charlie!!!" I called.

He seemed to see the smoke and came with a fire extinguisher right away.

After the smoke fiasco, I told Charlie that I would be cooking the meals now and he would be eating. He couldn't argue with that. His cooking, or what was left of it, was terrible. And when I asked him if this is what he ate every night, he nodded somewhat still proud. That was when I banned him from making any meals besides breakfast. Ever.

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Longer chapters in the future! I will update soon.

Love,

Ally