The Swan goddess

Chapter 01: Moving to Forks

A/n: Face claim is Teresa Palmer and also I debated on spelling Giada as Geada but decided not too. Which spelling do you prefer?

Freya's POV
I sat in the room that I was forced to call mine for the past 14 years.

I looked at the mirror attached to my bedroom door and sighed as I remembered how I used to look (h/l) (h/c) locks with (e/c) and (s/c) had been replaced with mid-back length beach wavy red hair and gray-blue eyes and pale olive skin. I sighed again and stood up and grabbed my suitcases making sure to grab the Manila envelopes off my nightstand before leaving the room.

I glanced at Bella's room and scoffed before walking outside.

I walked only to see the rest of my 'family' doing their own things.

Renee, a woman with medium length brown hair, innocent, childish blue eyes and a round face full of laugh lines with her height is around 5'4, is fiddling with a cellphone. Phil, a bald man with blue eyes and around 6 feet tall, is loading up the slowly aging station wagon that they'll no doubt sell along with the house once Bella and I are in Forks.

Speaking of the devil.

Bella, a girl with very pale complexion almost alabaster and shoulder blade length straight yet frizzy shit brown hair and muddy brown eyes, is dramatically standing in the sunlight while holding a baby barrel cactus in her hands. The sight almost makes me laugh as I know for a fact that Bella hates the outdoors and that cactus that she wasted ten minutes scooping out of the ground will be dead later tonight.

I dragged my luggage over to Phil and set them next to Bella's bags.

I rolled my eyes and turned around only for Renee to thrust her cellphone into my face "Belle! It won't work again!" She whined like a toddler making me jerk back and winced "It's Freya, Renee, remember? Now either use it or don't speak to me" I said before snatching her phone and looking at it making her scoff "Sorry I forgot" I rolled my eyes and said "You put it on hold and called Mexico" she blinked and asked "I did?" I nodded "Yes, you did. Do you even know Spanish?" I asked rhetorically then held up one finger.

I took the hold off and the sounds of an annoyed Hispanic man cursing Renee out filled the air "Ey, ey Señor, por favor, cálmate. Esto fue solo una llamada telefónica accidental(Sir please calm down. This was just an accidental phone call)" I said and he grumbled before saying "¡No dejes que vuelva a suceder!(Don't let it happen again!)" and he hung up. I dropped the phone in Renee's hands then walked towards the backseat of the station wagon.

Before I got in, however, Bella, who had been walking towards Renee, commented on my behavior "She's such an attention seeking slut! Ooh look at me I can speak another language~!" Making Renee laugh while Phil frowned at her rudeness. Renee continued the conversation by saying "And did you see what she was wearing? She has no taste!" They both laughed and Bella said "Right! My fashion taste is way better than hers!"

I looked down at my attire.

Then I looked at Bella's outfit.

'Sure, I'm the one with the bad fashion taste' I thought before getting in and putting my beats headphones on.

~~~timeskip~~~
Bella and I got off the plane in Seattle and headed for the baggage claim.

I grabbed my bags only and headed for the exit ignoring Bella's complaints. I saw Charlie waiting outside in his uniform in front of his cruiser 'He must've just gotten off work' I thought before walking over to him "Charles" I said and nodded in greeting. Charlie looked over at me and asked "Isabelle?" Making me roll my eyes and said "Freya actually" he nodded "Right, right sorry."

Charlie, is a man with a mustache and curly brown hair, and chocolate brown eyes that Bella inherited. He stands about 6'0 tall and has an average build.

Bella walks up and we head home.