Moving to forks with my sister was a life changing decision. It wasn't something that we decided in a second. It was something that we both debated over for the whole summer before we went. In the end, I wasn't too keen on it, but it was clearly something Bella needed.
Making the sacrifice play was never something that was hard for me to do. I was older than Bella by a year. It made sense for me to shield her from certain things. Like the fights she can't remember mom and dad having. Or when we finally left Forks in a fit of passion and left most of our stuff behind.
Leaving dad was hard for me. Going back was even harder though. He wasn't a chatty person. He didn't tell you when he was in pain or when he had something that he really wanted to say. I guess you could say that's something that I got from him. I would rather keep walking and not say a word, rather than explain why I'm upset. It's just easier that way.
When our dad, otherwise known as Charlie, came to pick us up. He did so in the cruiser. He doesn't really drive anything else. It would have been embarrassing, but I was lucky enough to score the back seat. Bella had to deal with the awkward conversation in the front seat. The drive through town, I realized exactly how small the town is. It seemed so much bigger when I was younger. That's the thing about perspective. It changes from every angle you take.
We pull into the driveway, and I take a moment in the car. Senior year at a completely new school. New people. New things. New life. Why is there such a feeling like I'm not prepared for what I'm about to walk into?
I get out of the car and grab my bag. Follow dad into the house and up the stairs. Into the room that Bella and I shared for the first few years of our life, and then just a few summers in between. Two twin beds, on opposite sides of the room. Hers newly decorated with purple, and mine with a forest green.
All of our things still hung up on the wall, almost nothing touched or changed. I drop my bag on the bed and turn to face Bella. I caught dad leaving the room, and still, this situation hasn't fully hit me.
It's not that I had a lot of friends. Or any really. And it's not that I don't love my sister and my dad. It's just that I was comfortable with the routine. Things are all different now. It's cold for god's sake.
There is a honking outside, and it brings Bella and I to the window. Dad is with some people. Two guys, one who is in a wheelchair. I look over at Bella, and she already knows that my people interaction battery has been used up for the day.
"I'll go down, you stay up here and start unpacking. Maybe even shower and go to bed. I know you're going to have to recharge for school tomorrow."
I smile and give her a hug. She leaves the room, and I sit on the edge of my old bed. Deep breathe in. Deep breathe out. Things are about to change. I can feel it. The thing is, I thought that they already did.
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FanfictionYour are Bella's older sister. This is your story. I do not own Twilight, just this slightly alternative story line.