Seventeen-year-old Harper Thorne thought moving with her mother from her crowded hometown in California to a small, gloomy town in Washington called Forks would be a wonderful fresh start, and would help her move forward from her agonizing past.
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We pulled up in Charlie's police cruiser to his and Bella's house — it was an old, two-story house located in a small neighborhood only a few miles away from mine.
When we went in, Bella let Charlie know where dinner was in their fridge so that he could reheat it before leading me up their creaky staircase to where her room was located.
It was the first room on the right of the long hallway, which faced towards the front yard. Her bedroom was painted a vibrant bluish-green shade, old drawings, arts and crafts, and photographs were plastered on a few corners of the walls, and she even had a small wooden computer desk in the corner of her room with an old laptop placed on it.
Bella went over to her old pine drawer and pulled out a pair of cotton pajamas I could borrow to wear for the night, along with a spare toothbrush she had that was unopened for me to use that her "paranoid mom" had given her for her move here, which was convenient.
I took those things and went to her bathroom down the hall to change. Once I did that, I quickly brushed my teeth, splashed my face with cold water from the sink, and put my hair up in a ponytail before going back to Bella's room.
When I walked back in, Bella had changed into a long-sleeved sleep shirt and comfy sweatpants. She was also scrolling through her laptop on her bed, and looking through what looked to be the same book she purchased at that bookstore in Port Angeles.
"Hey, you never told me what book you bought earlier," I commented, shutting her door behind me.
"Oh, um," Bella paused, clearing her throat. "It's just a book about different kinds of legends."
She seemed to try and be dismissive about it, leaving me confused.
"What type of legends?" I asked, feeling intrigued.
"Just... legends about the Quileutes," she added hesitantly.
"Quileutes?" I repeated. "You mean the same tribe that Jacob and Dakota are a part of?"
"Yeah," she nodded. "I was just curious to see if there were more stories and legends about their tribe."
Interesting, I thought.
"Could this have something to do with that tale Jacob told us at La Push about the Cullens?" I questioned, knowing that the answer was likely yes.
"Well, no, not particularly," she replied — I was unconvinced.
"Come on, Bella," I said. "Why else would you be interested in a book like that? If that story had nothing to do with Edward, or the Cullens for that matter, you likely wouldn't have even shown interest from the get-go."
Bella didn't respond at first. She sadly knew that my statement was true, no matter how harsh that may or may not sound.
"Is it because you possibly believe that legend to be true about them?" I asked. "Was this what you wanted to talk to me about?"
