Post by Bella Swan on Jan 11, 2009 21:23:20 GMT -5
Bella kept looking out of the window of the police cruiser. She couldn't remember the details of the last time she was with her father. So now, it was relatively awkward.
She was born in Forks, but when she was two months old, her mother left to Phoenix, Arizona with her. Forks was a place Bella despised with all her passion, and she was "cruelly" forced to spend one month of every Summer there, but she hadn't gone for years. Her mom, Renee, re-married a minor league baseball player named Phil. She would stay home with Bella, but Bella knew Phil, constantly on the road for his profession, made her mom happy, so she couldn't regret the decision to leave home.
Deep in Washington, under a near constant cover of clouds and rain, is a town named Forks. Population, three thousand, one hundred, and twenty people. And this was where I was moving. Bella bleakly thought to herself. He dad was Charlie Swan; chief of police.
"Your hair looks longer," Charlie said quietly, trying to break the silence. Bella, not paying attention, turned to face him, confused. "Wha- Oh, I- I cut it since the last time I saw you..." She answered.
After the excruciatingly long trip from the airport, Bella arrived at the house she used to know. She looked around as if she wasn't impressed. Just a few moments after helping her dad with her bags, she heard a honk from behind her. Two Native Indians pulled up in a rusted, bright red pick-up truck. The younger one got out first and pulled a wheel-chair out of the back, helping the older one out of the truck. "This is Billy Black- You remember him, don't you, Bells?" She heard her father say, gesturing to the older one sitting in the wheelchair. With a wave of recollection, Bella answered, "Oh yeah- You look good." She smiled at her dad's best friend, when the younger man approached her. He looked about sixteen, a couple years younger than Bella. "Hi, I'm Jacob. You probably wouldn't remember me, but you used to play with my sisters, Rachel and Rebecca." Bella smiled at him, remembering everyone now. "Yeah no, I remember," She answered nodding. "Baby Jacob." Bella finished, grinning.
"So Bella, what do you think?" Charlie asked her, smiling.
"About what?" She asked, confused.
"You're homecoming present," He answered, as he pointed to the red pick-up truck. "Just bought it off of Billy here."
"What? That's.. so.. cool. It's perfect!" She managed to sputter, breathless. Without saying anything else, she opened the driver side of the truck's door, hitting Jacob on the way in, and admired her new vehicle. "I completely re-built the engine." Jacob said. "You just have to double pump the clutch."
"Awesome.." She mumbled. "So, what, can I give you a ride to school or something?" She asked. His happy-go-lucky smile turned upside down a little. "I go to school on the res." He said, referring to the reservation, The Quileute Village where he resided. "Oh right. That's too bad. It would have been nice to know one person." Bella's smile turned into a frown.
She was born in Forks, but when she was two months old, her mother left to Phoenix, Arizona with her. Forks was a place Bella despised with all her passion, and she was "cruelly" forced to spend one month of every Summer there, but she hadn't gone for years. Her mom, Renee, re-married a minor league baseball player named Phil. She would stay home with Bella, but Bella knew Phil, constantly on the road for his profession, made her mom happy, so she couldn't regret the decision to leave home.
Deep in Washington, under a near constant cover of clouds and rain, is a town named Forks. Population, three thousand, one hundred, and twenty people. And this was where I was moving. Bella bleakly thought to herself. He dad was Charlie Swan; chief of police.
"Your hair looks longer," Charlie said quietly, trying to break the silence. Bella, not paying attention, turned to face him, confused. "Wha- Oh, I- I cut it since the last time I saw you..." She answered.
After the excruciatingly long trip from the airport, Bella arrived at the house she used to know. She looked around as if she wasn't impressed. Just a few moments after helping her dad with her bags, she heard a honk from behind her. Two Native Indians pulled up in a rusted, bright red pick-up truck. The younger one got out first and pulled a wheel-chair out of the back, helping the older one out of the truck. "This is Billy Black- You remember him, don't you, Bells?" She heard her father say, gesturing to the older one sitting in the wheelchair. With a wave of recollection, Bella answered, "Oh yeah- You look good." She smiled at her dad's best friend, when the younger man approached her. He looked about sixteen, a couple years younger than Bella. "Hi, I'm Jacob. You probably wouldn't remember me, but you used to play with my sisters, Rachel and Rebecca." Bella smiled at him, remembering everyone now. "Yeah no, I remember," She answered nodding. "Baby Jacob." Bella finished, grinning.
"So Bella, what do you think?" Charlie asked her, smiling.
"About what?" She asked, confused.
"You're homecoming present," He answered, as he pointed to the red pick-up truck. "Just bought it off of Billy here."
"What? That's.. so.. cool. It's perfect!" She managed to sputter, breathless. Without saying anything else, she opened the driver side of the truck's door, hitting Jacob on the way in, and admired her new vehicle. "I completely re-built the engine." Jacob said. "You just have to double pump the clutch."
"Awesome.." She mumbled. "So, what, can I give you a ride to school or something?" She asked. His happy-go-lucky smile turned upside down a little. "I go to school on the res." He said, referring to the reservation, The Quileute Village where he resided. "Oh right. That's too bad. It would have been nice to know one person." Bella's smile turned into a frown.
