This chapter was written by LilyAlice as Bella's POV to the first chapter of "What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks" in Edward's POV written by me. We will be switching back and forth with who writes which point of view, so this may get interesting. It also does not matter which you read first since they are both covering the same thing, only in different points of veiw. Well then, read and enjoy!
Forks, a small town in the North half of the Olympic peninsulas, under cloud cover nearly every day, or--in other words-- the little prison I had sentenced myself. Charlie, my father, lived a happy life in Forks as the chief of their little police force, a job he was happy and proud to have.
I watched with a controlled expression as all the green around me blended together as the police cruiser drove past. I could hear my father talking happily to me about how excited he was that I had decided to come down and live with him for a change. I felt slightly guilty when I heard Charlie gush about how much he missed me since I had come to live with Charlie for a completely different reason then he thought. My mother Renee recently got remarried to a young baseball player named Phil Dwyer. My mother loved me and I her, but staying home with me when her husband was off playing baseball made her depressed; so I packed up and shipped myself off to Forks and my dear father.
"I bought you a truck as a welcoming gift." Charlie said, shocking me out of my depressed state as he kept his eyes on the road.
"You didn't have to that dad." I told him truthfully. I had been saving money so I could get myself a car and save myself the embarrassment of arriving my first day in the cop car.
"Yes I did. I wanted to give you a gift to make up for all of the birthdays and Christmas' I missed." He said gruffly.
"Thanks dad that means a lot." I told him, looking out the window.
"It was nothing." He replied keeping his eyes away from mine too. The rest of the ride was filled with nothing but a comfortable silence; it was times like this that I enjoyed being with Charlie. We were so similar personality wise that being around him was easy.
Arriving in the driveway I stepped stiffly out of the car and looked on at the house that stared in many of my childhood memories. With a sigh, I lifted up my two suitcases and made my way in the front door. It didn't surprise me that the kitchen was still the exact same; the cabinets still the bright, happy yellow Renee painted them those many years ago.
Slowly making my way up the stairs, my bags got stuck more times than I would have liked on the railings. My room hadn't changed that much either; the only new development was the old--but new--computer. Placing my suitcases on the floor, I flopped down on my bed and stared around the empty room, feeling a sense of loss as I heard the rain pounding against the window pane. I spent the rest of the afternoon emptying my suitcases and filling the dresser drawers.
Putting my final shirt away, I looked up and surveyed the room, feeling better when I saw all my books that covered the room. Walking downstairs, I saw Charlie picking up the phone and dialing the local pizza place. Quickly darting forward I hung up the phone and gave Charlie a scolding look.
"I can cook dad." I told him moving into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator, and pulling out lettuce. I skillfully moved through the kitchen; opening cabinets and drawers in search of all the ingredients I needed for a healthy sandwich while making a mental note to go grocery shopping tomorrow so we could eat decent meals instead of take out and cold cut sandwiches. I placed the finished sandwich in front of Charlie and watched as he cautiously took a bite from it. Smiling along with him when he realized it was good.
"Thanks Bella." He said after swallowing his mouthful of food.
"Not a problem, but I need to go shopping for more groceries do you have any money for that?" I asked him with my head in the refrigerator, trying to figure out exactly what I need to buy.
"Yes it's in a jar over there." He pointed towards the countertop beside the fridge. I smiled and nodded.
"Well I'm going to bed, I had a long day." I told him feeling a little emotional after my sad departure from Phoenix, the warm sun, and my mother.
"Goodnight then." He said.
"Night," I responded moving upstairs to grab my bag of toiletries from my dresser.
Quickly going through the nightly routines, I was soon back in my room and laying very uncomfortably on my bed. Sleep eventually came, but it was a restless sleep as I heard the constant pounding of the rain outside.
The next morning I woke up feeling more tired than refreshed. Pulling on a comfortable pair of jeans and red blouse, I made my way downstairs to get myself something to eat for breakfast. After my very pitifully breakfast, I grabbed the 'grocery' money and pulled on my raincoat, getting ready to face the rainy outside. The rain was still falling as I stepped out of the house and I walked quickly to my newly acquired truck, hoping I wouldn't slip in the muddy grass.
Putting the key in the ignition the loud engine startled me. Laughing at my jumpiness, I pulled out of the driveway and made my way to school, arriving earlier then I intended. Pulling the hood of my raincoat back up, I ran towards the door with a sign hanging above it that read 'sign'. Pulling my hood back down, I shook out my mahogany hair and walked towards the desk with an old looking red haired women.
"Hello dear." She said smiling at me as she placed her paperback romance on the desk. "How may I help you?"
"I'm Isabella Swan." I informed her, watching as her eyes lit up in recognition.
"Welcome to Forks high school, here is your schedule and a slip of paper that you should get each of your teachers to sign for you." Thanking the secretary whose name I found out was Mrs. Cope; I walked back towards my truck, not wanting to be the first one in the class. I closed my eyes and focused on the pitter patter of the raindrops on the windshield.
The warning bell signaled across the school parking lot and I scrambled out of the truck's cab having lost track of time. I ran the rest of the way to English, not wanting to be late on my first day. I reached English just in time moving towards the teacher whose name was Mr. Mason.
I got him to sign my slip and I moved quickly to my seat, keeping my face down as I blushed from the unwanted attention I was receiving. I met a few nice people in my first three classes, maybe a little too eager but still nice. I followed the girl with big curly hair a a knack for talking a lot to the cafeteria, but her name was still a mystery to me.
"So Bella how are you liking Forks?" a blond boy names Mike asked. He was definitely a sweet boy but one of the more eager ones in this school.
"It's really green and wet." I answered him truthfully as I walked towards an empty table with him and a bunch of his friends in tow.
As I went to sit down, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up on end as I got the undeniable feeling that someone was staring at me intensely. This feeling was unlike the one I had been getting all day but so more intense that it made me worry.
As I looked up and scanned the cafeteria and then I saw them. All five of them were seated together, all undeniably beautiful. There were two girls and three boys. The girls were different in so many ways yet the same. The tall leggy blond was seated beside the muscular dark curly haired boy, her hand rested on his thigh. The short pixie black haired one was seated beside the lean and honey blond boy. Each of them had extremely pale skin and a strange ochre shade to their eyes. But what caught my attention the most was the bronze haired boy all the others were staring at.
His eyes were pitch black and they were staring straight at me, boring into my head like lasers. I flinched back from his glare scared of what it might do to me, only to fall backwards into a chair and tumble to the ground, lunch and all.
I hope you liked it! Please reveiw, and remember to read LilyAlice's current fanfiction, "It All Falls Down."