Communicate

by AUSTENFAN19

Bella has always been different. At the age of 8 she stopped talking. After being shipped to her dad's house and meeting a young dancer named Alice, she learns that she never needed 'help' as her mother always said, she just needed a little inspiration.

2. Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I awoke, expecting to see the early morning rays pouring in behind the curtains but instead I could hear the light patter of rain against the window and my room was still darkly lit.

The rain came as a reminder to where I was; I was in Forks and today was my first day at Forks High. I had arrived late Friday night and found Charlie, my father, waiting for me by his cruiser. He pulled me in for a one-armed hug and mumbled a small hello. From what I had learned from the weekend is that Charlie was not particularly verbal either, he said what needed to be said and nothing further, I had a feeling we could get along just fine.

I lay in bed for a few minutes wondering if I could get away with skipping the first day, I knew I wouldn't do it. I had never skipped school in my life, there never seemed to be anything more interesting to do with my day.

After quickly showering and changing into a dark pair of skinny jeans and an oversized sweatshirt I stood in front of the mirror, I wouldn't stand out in this, I never stood out anyway, I was completely average and that's how I liked it.

I had long dark brown wavy hair that hung at my waist and brown eyes. My body was small and my skin was pale, almost translucent.

After my brief inspection I made my way downstairs and into the red truck Charlie had given me as a welcome present. I was very grateful and my mind had battled as to whether I should say "thankyou" but as always I stayed silent, giving him a large smile instead. It didn't appear to bother him too much, mum must have warned him.

The morning drizzle did nothing to impede on my ride to school and I made it in before most students had arrived. The school was easy enough to understand with only a few building to manage my way around and the day passed relatively smoothly. A few students tried to make conversation with me but after pretty much ignoring them, most people gave up trying. By lunch it had spread around school that I was a bitch and not worth chatting to. I had already decided that I didn't want to go to the lunchroom, crowded rooms had always made me nervous and I knew someone would try and talk to me so I decided instead to go to the library.