Chapter 2

Through Cassie's Eyes.

The wedding was beautiful, of course. My mother looked perfect that day. Actually, she looked perfect every day, but even more perfect that day, if possible.

Bella seemed happy, which was cool, because she was almost never in a good mood. I have decided to not push her and ask why she was always in a bad mood. She wasn't mad, but definitely sad. About what I had no idea, she would tell me when she's ready.

Since our parents were on a honeymoon, (I don't even want to go there,) it was Bella's duty to get me to school.

School wasn't so bad, it was nice actually. The kids were nice enough, very eager, actually. The teachers liked me because I was polite enough to greet them in the mornings, and the lunch wasn't half bad.

Gym was the easiest thing ever. The games were silly. Badminton, really? I guess there wasn't much you could do about the rain, but was dodge ball really that bad? And what's with all the kids? Why couldn't they hit it over the net instead of at the bleachers? Sometimes, they were just so aggravating.

"Hey, I'm going to a friend's house." Bella told me, snapping me out of my internal rant.

"Is this friend a boy?" I raised an eyebrow. Bella rolled her eyes.

"It's not like that. I'm just going to hang out. Besides, he's too young."

"Ha! It is a boy!" I accused.

"It's not like that!" Bella shouted. "Just have your dang homework done when I get back."

"You're not my mother!" I shouted at the closing door. Hm, what to do, what to do. I went up to my room which used to be an office. I took my books out and silently worked on math homework, listening to the rain hit the window. I moved on to history when I got too frustrated, and then moved on to science when I couldn't figure out World War I. I wasn't very good in school. After all, I was homeschooled up until two years ago when we took up permanent residency in Louisiana.

Moving to Seattle was my mother's decision, but I just went along for the ride. She claimed there would be better opportunities for us there, and I knew what she meant. She met Charlie when the murder cases became too much for the little police force of Forks to handle. She was a detective, and still is. I don't really know how she ended up working for the government, but who was I to question it?

The front door opened around ten. I walked down to find Bella carrying a bag of fish fry and I dive for the stuff. I missed the fresh seafood that New Orleans provided.

"It's Harry Clearwater's fish fry." Bella informed me, obviously in a great mood. When I take I bite, I realize it's an insult to seafood. It wasn't even that spicy!

"He makes the best." Bella grinned. I quickly pretended to love the stuff while I was secretly gagging on the inside.

"Do they have crawfish here?" I ask knowing the answer is no, but hoping for a yes.

"Don't you mean "crayfish"?" Bella asked.

"No, crawfish. You know, like "claw" but with an r." I explained, tired of this controversy.

"Oh. But I don't think we have those."

"How am I suppose to survive without them?" I laughed. Bella chuckled and asked me about my homework due Monday.

"I hate school." I told her and she laughed at me. "What do you need help with?" She asked.

"Math, history, and English."

"Oh, the big ones. Well, come on, I'm not doing your homework by myself." Bella smiled.

"So what's his name?" I asked her.

"What?"

"The guy you went to see, what's his name?" I asked again, wondering what had her so distracted.

"Oh, it's Jacob, but I like to call him Jake." She explained.

"Nicknames, huh?" I raised an eyebrow.

"It's not like that." Bella insisted.

"I never said it was." I smiled.

"It was implied." She pointed out.

"Okay, it was kind of implied." I admitted with a laugh.

"Don't tell Charlie, but he's fixing up some bikes for me." Bella told me like it was the biggest scandal in the world.

Apparently, I was right when I said she like Jake. She began to spend a lot of time over there; those must have been some bad bikes. I wasn't very concerned about it, until she came home crying.

"Bella, what's wrong?" I hugged her immediately.

"I-I'm just t-tired." Bella breathed. I wanted to roll my eyes.

"Come on, I'll get you some hot chocolate." She was sitting down on the couch when I returned. She grabbed the warm mug, her tears were nearly dried.

"Why were you crying, Bella?" I asked, sounding as gentle as possible.

"It doesn't matter." She told me as she took a sip.

"It does if it bugs you this much." I pestered her. She sighed and began to explain.

"He left." She started. I didn't say anything knowing she was going to continue.

"He and his family moved and I really miss him." Tears poured over her eyelids, leaking like a broken sink. "They left without telling me g-goodbye and now I won't ever s-see them ag-gain." I moved to hug her.

"I'm sorry." I said.

"It's not your fault" She hiccupped.

"It's not yours either." I told her. She shook her head.

"It is! I did something really bad and they m-moved and I c-couldn't g-go with them." She sobbed in my shoulder. I rubbed her back soothingly.

"So they over reacted. You'll find better fish in the sea." I told her.

"But I want that fish!" She shouted. I held back a laugh.

"Bells, it'll be fine." I couldn't resist finding out more. "How long ago was it?" I asked her, hoping I hadn't set her off.

"A c-couple months, maybe." She admitted. So around when my mother and Charlie met.

"C'mon, I'll cook dinner. You go get out of those wet clothes." She nodded and headed up stairs.

And that's chapter 2 for you.

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