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Chapter 2: Back Home

"Bell, get up. The invisible morning sun is calling you."

I groan. Damn, here goes my sleep.

"B-E-L-L-A-A-A, I SAID TO WAKE UP!"

Ugh, fucking stupid, little and very very energetic pixie.

"Let me sleep, Ali. Go away." I muffle against my pillow and tighten the comforter around me.

"Wake up already, or I'll be forced to pour a bucketful of water on you and wet you too comfortable bed. So, help me Bell."

Oh damn, she is too serious. But I'm not a morning person and she knows it. For God's sake!

I put aside my comforter and stretch out my hand to get my loyal best friend, aka, my glasses. After putting them on, I look up, only to see a very stern looking little pixie at the end of my bed.

Ooo scary! Bitch.

"Damn you, pixie!" I greet her.

"Oh, and a very good morning to you too, sleepyhead!" She sings with a goofy grin plastered on her face.

Good morning, my ass! I glare at her. But she has the same damned smile on her face. Uh… what if her face splits into two? I'm very worried now.

I can see she is getting impatient. She starts tapping her foot on the wooden floor and making annoying noise.

An energetic Alice is too close to a death trap for my liking. Alert.

I look at the bedside table and glance at the time. I've a fucking alarm clock!

"It's not even six. Why did you wake me up?" I whine.

"My dear friend, we have a school to attend today. Don't you think so?"

"But-" I start to say and she cuts me off.

"No buts Isabella Marie. Don't you dare to make any excuse. Get your lazy fucking ass off the bed and go get washed. The breakfast is almost ready." She says in a very serious manner, now glaring at me.

"Ugh, yes mom." I reply sarcastically in defeat.

"Okay, I'll be downstairs in the kitchen. Hurry up. I've so many things to do! We have to be prepared for our first day! I'm so excited Bell!" She winks and leaves.

God, what a life! Why this all things have to happen to me and only me?

I'm here at my house in Forks with my best friend and soul-sister. Mom had called me twice yesterday after we arrived at my father's house.

Nothing has changed since I have been here as a little daddy's girl. The house remains the same. Dad's friend Billy Black from the Reservation has looked after the house for these two years following my father's death and has done a very good job.

Yesterday he handed the keys over to us after we arrived here. He was waiting for us at the airport and helped us to settle down. That was so nice of him. He is really a great guy and was a great friend to my dad.

The feeling to be again at my birth place is too overwhelming. This is the house where dad, mom and I used to live a happy life once. A happy family.

But then one day, everything got scattered. Mom didn't like Forks, still doesn't. So, she left my dad here and took me with her. I was just a little girl. She broke my father's heart, the very one she promised to love and cherish. They got divorced and mom got my custody.

I loved my dad to death. He was the best daddy in the whole world. He was everything a daughter would want and more, so much more. But look, how unlucky I am. He is no longer with me. I never got the chance to know him fully. But the time we had spent together was more than enough for me to feel that I was loved and there was one person who cared for me more than his needs.

We got separated. I used to come here during the summer until I turned 10. Then, every summer he started to visit me instead. In this way, he got an excuse to see my mom also.

Yes, despite her actions and her unfaithfulness, my father went to visit me at her place, where he would see her with her boyfriends.

But, never did he complain. Never did my father utter a word. He was hurt, very hurt. Every time he visited, he had to see the love of his life and the mother of his child with brand new boyfriends. I could feel, I could see how lonely he was. He had me, partially; but he was alone.

Yeah, he loved her very much, so much that he had let her go. And I know he had forgiven her. My mother was lucky to have Charles Swan in her life, but too bad, she didn't realize that.

And in spite of everything, I love my mom very much. She is the only living relation I have. The only one for me to call my own. And I know that she loves me too.

I jolt out of my reverie and head for the bathroom to wash myself. I better hurry up, or the fire alarm will go off.

After brushing, showering and taking care of my morning rituals, I go downstairs, where, now a very impatient pixie is waiting for me with my food.

"Whoa, seriously Bell, I thought that you have got your pillow with you in the bathroom!" She exclaims dramatically.

Drama queen.

Have I said anything about a certain 'fire alarm'?

"Shut up Ali." I sit on a chair and start to pour milk in a glass.

"Oh Bell, I'm so excited for today! Will you let me play Bella Barbie? Please?"

Oh no, what's her problem? I don't like those puppy dog eyes.

"Alice, you are my best friend. At least you should know how I am!"

"But Bella you are wrong-" she starts to say. But I can't hear anymore.

"No, no Alice. You have to understand. You know I am a nerd. I am not into style. I am happy with what I am."

"Bella-"

"No Alice, you know you can't just change a simple plain girl like me. Hell, I can't even understand why you are with me! Just look at you and me." I sigh.

"Okay Bella, I know you are too stubborn to realize what you are. But please don't let yourself upset you. Today is our first day. So, be happy!" She squeals, "and don't you dare to say another bad word about my best friend, I won't tolerate that." She practically threatens me.

Seriously, is she an emotional roller-coaster? I know it's not over yet. She is just letting it go for now.

"Let go Bell. We have to hurry!" She urges.

"Not 'we' Ali, 'you' have to hurry." I air quote.

"Oh Bella, come on." She runs upstairs gracefully.

I smile adoringly, and see her go.

Okay Bella, go and get ready for today. Taking a deep breath, I aim for my destination.

Bella is self-conscious. But then she likes what she is. Hmm… isn't it complicated?

Love,

en-mi