Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns the wonderful Twilight Saga
My name is Isabella Swan, but call me Bella.
I've lived in Forks, WA for all of my life. Oh, you've never heard of Forks? Not surprising. Let's just say that it is basically the most wet and rainy place in the world! Alright, I'm exaggerating, but it's pretty close.
I live with my dad, in the same house for sixteen years. My dad, Charlie, is the Cheif of police here in Forks.
My mom, Renee, lives in Jacksonville, FL. Mom and Dad got a divorce when I was about two years old. From then until I was eleven I spent my entire summer, Christmas, and spring break there.
I loved spending all that time with my mom and I really miss her, but things changed.
What changed you ask?
"Edward!!" I screamed as I ran towards him. I just got back from spending Christmas break in Jacksonville. I only go there Christmas and two weeks in the summer now. And bless him for waiting at my house to welcome me home.
"I missed you so much!" I said nearly tackling him.
"I missed you too, but calm down you almost gave me a heart attack," he said jokingly.
When I was finally deemed 'calm' Edward pulled me in for a kiss.
Edward is the best thing that has ever happened to me. When we started Middle school, we became the best of friends.
How? Don't ask. Why? No clue. It just happened.
Usually when someone asks us one of those to questions, we just say that Edward came up to me the first day of Junior High and said just like he would if he were in Kindergarten, " Hi, my name is Edward, do you want to be best friends?" and then we walk away laughing. When he started his Freshman year, he asked me out. Edward is a year older than me, which makes it even more surprising that we became friends just like that.
I was pulled from my reminiscing by a certain someone who started shaking me.
"Hey! Earth to Bella! Bells! Wakey, Wakey! Isabella!"
"What? Oh sorry,"
"You know, I seem to remember you a little more alert than this. Has Jacksonville gotten into your head and taken over?" he asked smirking.
I playfully punched him.
"No. And have you been watching those freaky sci-fi movies about aliens who take over human's bodies again?"
"I had to do something while you were gone," he answered innocently.
"Excuses, excuses," I laughed.
Edward laughed with me and said, " I'm sorry Bella, but I really have to get home. Your lay over was longer than expected,"
He laughed again, kissed my on the cheek, and jumped in his car to go home.
"Have fun in Port Angeles," I said as he started he started his car.
"Thanks! Love you!" he said driving off.
"Love you too!" I called.
I was almost done cooking dinner when Charlie got home, a couple hours after Edward had left.
"Hi Dad! I missed you," I said cheerfully as he walked in the door.
"Oh... Hi Bells. Ummm... How was Jacksonville?" he answered awkwardly. He seemed uncomfortable for some unknown reason.
"Same, wet, buggy, humid Jacksonville," I answered, ignoring his weird behavior.
"That's good. So.. how's your mother?"
"Same, Dad what's wrong? Hard day at work?"
He seemed to have to think out what he was going to say next, so I waited patiently for him to assemble his thoughts.
Finally he sighed and told me to sit down.
"Bella, sometimes in life things happen and we don't know why, they just do and," he paused, not wanting to continue.
"Things happen," I prompted.
"Bella," he took a deep breath, "Edward and his family got in a car crash on their way to Port Angeles. Their car slipped on some black ice, they lost control, and went into the woods."
"Oh my gosh! Are they okay?"
"No one can survive that kind of crash," Charlie said quietly.
"What do you mean," I asked, the tears already flowing.
"Bella, he's gone. Edwards dead."