1 - Still Life in Forks (Part 1) The cloudless blue sky seemed not to move with the movement of the car as my mom, Reneé drove. I had worn my favorite shirt, white with long sleeves–preparing for the weather in Forks–and a lace collar. I had worn this shirt paired with a pair of jeans. I wanted to make my mom feel like I would always remember life in Phoenix with her. I then remembered that she had Phil. So maybe, she would be okay, at least enough not to worry about me too much. Anyway, I would be with Charlie, my dad. My parents had divorced a while ago, and my mom met Phil. Charlie stayed in Forks, and my mom travels around from place to place because of Charlie’s job. I’m going with him because I wanted to be somewhere familiar. Somewhere I knew best. “Bella?” mom asked. She’s worried about me going. She has been since I told her I wanted to. I didn’t actually want to go, but I even started to believe the lie I’d said so often. “Yes mom?” I’d ask, preparing myself for what’s next. “You don’t have to go. We can work it out.” she says as she pulls up to the airport. “Mom, I want to go. I’ll be fine.” I lied. I’m a horrible liar, but I’ve told this lie so much, she also started to believe me. I got out of the car and grabbed my near-empty suitcase. We had tried to get me clothes that would suit the weather at Forks. I gave my mom one final wave, and boarded my plane. When I got off, I saw Charlie’s police cruiser. I wanted to buy my own car, so I wouldn’t have to worry about this. Charlie was the chief police officer of Forks, and I’m not the kind of person who would be fine with riding in a car with flashing lights on top of it. I climb into the passenger seat of the cruiser after piling my suitcase in the trunk, and buckle my seat belt. “Hey Bells.” Charlie greets me. ‘Bells’ is an old nickname that Charlie used for me since I was younger. I didn’t mind it or anything, it just reminded me of the early days of mom and Charlie’s marriage. “Hey dad.” I’m not allowed to call him Charlie to his face, mom says it’s rude. We sat in silence for a little while as the rain in Forks pounded on the roof of the car. That was almost always how the weather was here, rainy. Always cloudy and damp, never any light, never any warmth. One more thing I miss about Phoenix. The warmth and the sun. “So, I heard you’re saving up for a car.” Charlie breaks the silence. “Yeah.” I replied. I was, and it was because he enrolled me into high school, so I’d have to get there somehow. “Well, I found one that’s perfect for you.” Charlie said, keeping his eyes on the road. I look at him, curious. “What kind of car?” I asked. Charlie hesitated. “Well, it’s not a car…It’s a truck,” he admitted. “What model?” I ask, to see how expensive it would be. “It’s…A little old,” he responded. “How old?” I ask. I notice him gripping the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary. “Well, you remember Billy Black? From La Push?” he asked. La Push was a little Indian resort on the coast of Forks. “No, why?” I asked. Charlie sighed. “He used to go fishing with me in the Summer,” he said. That’s why I don’t remember. I try not to dwell on the past, so I can be more…exuberant. “Well, he’s in a wheelchair now, so he can’t drive. He sold it to me for cheap.” he hurried on. “Wait, you bought the truck for me?” I asked, grateful that I didn’t have to pay for it. “Well, I wanted you to feel welcome here in Forks.” Charlie said. “Thanks, dad.” I said, happy for the first time.
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