Okay, so I might as well start with myself, Isabella Swan, or Bella, I prefer Bella though. I was born on September 13th, and right now I am 17 years old. My mother, Renée, and my father, Charlie, were madly in love when I was born, it only got torn apart after I was born. When I was a toddler, my parents did not love each other anymore, and I honestly had no clue what was going on. My mother explained to me that we were taking a permanent vacation away from daddy, and that maybe I would see him when I was older. This fact made me cry. My mother and I started this "permanent vacation" going on to a plane to Phoenix, Arizona, and I was not so happy with the heat seeing that we came from Forks, Washington.
We stayed in Arizona till just recently, my mother meet Phil, her new husband, and that is when things started to change for the worst. He was dragging her away from me, and I couldn't stop him because he made her happy. I cried for days at a time without really stopping, but I made it silent so then they wouldn't hear me. My emotions just started to fade as my mother became more and more happy. I couldn't wait to go to school just to avoid the paining love scene that was happening in front of my eyes. I ached, and the ache would not go away, I wanted it to so badly, but it never did.
Just last week I went straight to hell and it froze over so then I couldn't get out, ever. My mother told me that she was marring Phil, and I couldn't protest with that look in her eyes like she wanted nothing more. Then she told me that she was moving to Florida with him. She asked if I wanted to come or go live with me father. I was confused, I thought he was dead, not meaning that I remember him or anything, I just thought that he didn't care about us and left me, all alone. I sighed as this could be an opportunity to get my emotions back with me, and then maybe I could be happy again.
As soon as my plane landed in Forks, Washington, I knew that the atmosphere was very tense. Maybe he wouldn't like talking, just like me. I kept pondering, and I couldn't take myself out of my state that was slightly hopeful. He was holding a sign that said, "Isabella Swan" and I had to smile at that. I thought that this would be happy. He is short, and apparently he is the police chief; he has brown hair that is curly which is weird, because my hair is like that too. I was smiling when I went up to him. He returned the smile once he noticed me, and we walked out to the police cruiser. In the car, he told me that he had enrolled me in the local high school, and I was dreading it because I knew how the whole "new student" gets looked at the entire week before they are even accepted.
I just ran to my now room and laid on the bed, until my stomach growled. I went downstairs to see if there was anything to eat and there wasn't. So I went to the grocery store while dad went back to work for a few more hours. When I go home, I started cooking something, and I made enough for two, and set his on the table. He walked in seconds later, soaked to the bone by the now pouring rain. I was wondering what his reaction would be, and he just started eating. Once he was done, I did dishes and went upstairs to just try and sleep seeing that I had a huge day planned ahead of me. Tomorrow is my first day of school. Maybe this would help me if I just closed my eyes. I am totally regretting coming here to a new school. As soon as I thought this, I feel straight into the dark cloth of unconsciousness.