I was shocked to say the least. I was actually happy to be returning to Forks, Washington, rain capital of the US. But then again, I suppose I should be excited. I was going to live with an actual parent; my dad, Charlie Swan. My name is Isabella Swan, but those who know me know I like to go by Bella. I'm 18 years old and for the past 14 years, I've lived with my mother, Renee in Phoenix. If I could even call her a mother. Renee's idea of parenting had been to give me whatever I wanted just so I would shut up. It never even occurred to her I just wanted my mom to be there. So here I was, on a plane to Port Angeles where I could finally see my dad for the first time in 5 years.
The plane ride was standard, I walked through the gate, standing on my toes and craning my neck to catch a glimpse of Charlie. I finally saw him and made my way over, he saw me and gave me an eye crinkling smile before pulling me into a big Charlie bear-hug. He pulled away and held me at arm's length.
"It's good to see you Bells." I smiled
"It's good to see you too dad." He grabbed three of my four suitcases and we climbed into his police cruiser. The ride home was spent with us catching up. When we were about 10 minutes away from the house, Charlie spoke again.
"Hey Bells. I know you were saving up for a car but, uh, I kind of already got you one."
"Aw dad, you didn't have to do that, I have all my money with me. How much do I owe you?" he smiled.
"Oh no you don't. This is my gift to you. You're not paying a cent for this car." I 'humph'ed in defeat as we pulled around the corner. The car leapt into my line of sight and I instantly fell in love with it. It was a midnight blue, '94 Chevy cavalier convertible. I felt guilty though, thinking about how much it had cost.
"Dad. You really didn't have to. How much did this thing cost?"
"Relax Bells. I got it used. It was cheaper. You like it right?" he had some nervousness in his voice.
"I love it!" I yelled, he smiled and I pulled him into another hug. We had all of my stuff unpacked within an hour. My room was exactly how I remembered it. Very pink, too pink. Charlie agreed and we made plans to get new paint after school tomorrow. We ordered pizza for dinner and I went to bed early, being tired from the flight. It had started to rain in the hours after I'd arrived and the sound gently rocked me to sleep.
I woke up early the next morning, wanting more than enough time to get ready for school. I hopped in the shower, the warm water waking me up and relaxing my muscles. I got out and wrapped a towel around me and walked back into my room. I had already planned my outfit the night before so I got it out of my closet quickly. I laid it on my bed and slipped on my bra and panties. I plugged in my hair dryer and slowly dried my hair, styling it so it fell in soft brown curls down to the middle of my back. I began pulling on my clothes. A grey and white, plaid, pleated skirt that fell mid-thigh, a grey long-sleeved sweater, and my charcoal grey converse boots that came up just below my knee. I put on a little mascara to bring out my boring brown eyes and a little bit of clear lip gloss. No blush was needed since I was the poster child for excessive blushing on a regular basis. I grabbed my black book bag and slung it over my shoulder. Charlie had already left for work, but left me a note wishing me a good first day. I ate a quick bowl of cereal and made my way outside to my car. I hopped in; I had 20 minutes to get to school. Plenty of time to get there and get my schedule. I pulled up to the main office and went inside; I walked up to an older woman with red hair. She looked up and smiled.
"Can I help you?" I returned the smile.
"I'm Isabella Swan. I'm supposed to start today."
"Of course. Chief Swan's daughter. Here is your schedule and make sure to get this slip signed by all your teachers and bring it back to me at the end of the day." I smiled and thanked her. I got back in my car and pulled into a spot in the student parking lot. Most of the cars were older than mine except for a hunter green jeep and a slick black motorcycle. I hopped out and made my way to first period: English.
I got up from my bed, setting down my guitar to start getting ready. Another day of mindless boredom. I pulled on a pair of dark jeans and a light grey sweater and headed towards the door. I said goodbye to Esme and Carlisle and yelled up to Emmett and Rosalie.
"I'll meet you guys at school." I walked out the door, hopped on my motorcycle and sped off towards Forks High. I leaned against my bike, waiting for Emmett and Rose to finally get there. After five minutes, I heard the familiar rumble of Emmett's jeep down the road. Within a minute they were parked in the spot next to mine and out of the car. Emmett took Rosalie's hand and we made our way at human pace up to the school.
"New girl starts today." Rose said, breaking the silence.
"Oh yeah. Swan's daughter right?" Emmett asked. I nodded
"Isabella I think her name is. I hope she actually has fashion sense, unlike the rest of these oblivious creatures." I rolled my eyes. Leave it to Rosalie to immediately think of the girl's sense of fashion. As we neared the building, the emotions of other students crept up on me. Anxious, happy, depressed, nervous. The same as every other day. I made my way to first period Biology, telling the other two I'd see them at lunch.