As I sat in the window seat on a plane heading northwest, I thought about the things that I knew. There were several things in my life I had always known. Or things that had always made themselves known to me.
My mother loved me, but I was an obvious disappointment to her. I was nothing like Renee and she made it abundantly clear as often as possible.
My father loved me, but had no clue on how to show it. Charlie called me everyday, however he always seemed to say the wrong thing. At least he made an effort where my new step father had made close to none.
The last and final thing that always made it's self aware to me was the fact that I wasn't a 'cookie cutter size.' There were several places this fact was presented to me. School, work, home, it was all the same. Home should have been my safe haven, but it wasn't. Every diet known to man had been tried on me, thanks to Renee. Every exercise program had been drilled into me by my jock of a step father, Phil. They couldn't except that no matter how little I ate or how much I exercised, I would never be the size 2 they wish me to be. It was just in my DNA. They should know this seeing that they had seen pictures of my grandmothers on the Swan side.
The last straw that got me on the plane heading to Forks Washington, where my dad lives, was when they suggested surgery. They wanted me, a 17 year high school student, to have a surgery that would effect me for the rest of my life.
"What!" Charlie had roared into the phone when I told him their new idea. "Let me talk to Renee."
That conversation wasn't one of their more civil discussions. It had ended with Charlie hanging up on my mother, but not before calling her something that rhymed with "a mucking witch."
The next day Charlie had called me while I was on my way home from work.
"Bells, I want you to come live with me," he had said, without even saying hello.
"Okay," I had answered, without even a thought. I knew Charlie never judged me, never tried to change me. He knew who I was. And honestly, I was tired of being treated like a science experiment. I just wanted to be myself.
When I told Renee and Phil that I would be moving to Forks, they both seemed relieved.
"Welcome to Washington," I said to myself as the plane landed on the wet run way. I wasn't a fan of the rain, but I was just something I would have to learn to get used to.
"Excuse me," I mumbled as I bumped into countless people as I exited the plane. There never seemed to be enough room for people with extra padding.
"Bella!" Charlie exclaimed as soon as he caught sight of me.
"Hi, Dad," I replied, grinning up at him.
"It's sure good to see you, Bells!" he said as he squeezed me tight.
"It's good to be scene," I smiled.
We fetched my suitcases and headed toward the parking lot where his police cruiser was waiting for us. I loved riding in the thing when I was younger, but being driven around as a teenager in the thing was not going to be much fun.
Defiantly going to have to look for a good used car, I thought to myself as we pulled onto the highway, heading towards Forks. I had kept a part time job for the last two years, so thankfully I had plenty of money saved up. There weren't many places to spend it when you had very few friends.
We rode in comfortable silence for most of the way, only commenting on the weather or the upcoming baseball season. Charlie quickly put his foot in his mouth when he remembered that I didn't like baseball. Or football. Or basketball.
When we pulled up to the house, it was exactly as I remembered it. Except for the old, red, beat up truck that sat out in front if it.
"Did you get a new truck, Dad?" I asked.
"Actually, Bells, I bought that for you," he answered, watching me closely to gage my reaction.
"You really didn't have to do that," I replied as I got out of the car and walking over to examine it closely.
"I know, but I wanted to do something special for you so that this will feel like home to you," Charlie said, looking down at his feet as he did so. He wasn't the best at expressing his feelings. "Do you like it?"
"No," I replied, shaking my head.
"That's okay! We can get you something else," he started, quickly trying to fix the situation.
"Dad!" I exclaimed laughing. "I don't like it, I love it!"
"Oh yeah. It's got a ton of character. Where did you get it?" I wondered.
"I bought it off of Billy," he replied as we headed into the house. "Jake helped him fix it up to get it in great shape for you."
"How is Billy?" I asked as he lead me up the stairs to my room.
"He's good! He and Jake want us to come down to La Push as soon as you get settled. You haven't seen them since Billy had his accident, have you?"
"No," I answered as he opened the door to my room. I hadn't been back to Forks since I was 11. That was about the time I started gaining weight and when my mother started treating me like a new project. Charlie had decided that our weeks together should be spent somewhere new and exciting every year.
"I hope you like the new comforter. The sales lady said that girls like pink, but I knew better then to get you pink," he replied, causing me to laugh.
"Thanks. Purple is a good color," I assured him as he placed my luggage on the bed.
"I'll leave you to unpack. And if you are up to it afterwards we can take your truck down to see Billy."
"Sounds good," I replied, smiling.
Charlie grinned widely. "I'll go call him and let him know."
I grinned as I started to unpack my things. I wasn't usually the most optimistic person, but the move to Forks may just be one of the best things that I had ever decided to do.
I'm back! I hope you like this little story that's been going over and over in my head the last few weeks. I'm sorry for all of my readers that were hoping for more of my other stories. Sorry, but I honestly have NO clue when or if those are going to be finished. Those were wrote at a WHOLE different time in my life and I just don't know if I could finish them even if I tried. This one, however, is already at chapter 10. :) Yes, I learned from past experiences and wrote ahead before posting. :) PLEASE review, other wise I have no clue if you like it or not. If you want anything in this story, ask. I might just help you out. :) Happy Reading.