Prologue

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"Bella, I am sending you to Forks, with your Father." My mother, Renée, said. I furrow my brow. "Do I have to go?" I whine, setting my hands on the kitchen table. She sighs. "We've been through this already." Mom and Peter, her boyfriend, were going on vacation off to somewhere. And I did not want to go to Forks. Charlie is boring, honestly. "Bella. Charlie wants to see you." Of course she uses that excuse. By now, she is just trying to get rid of me. I guess I could play that game too. "Fine. I'm sure Dad would enjoy my company more than you would!" I say, sarcastic cheerfulness dripping from my voice. "Now, Bella-" she starts to say, but I put my hand up, signalling that I don't want to hear it. I dash up the stairs to start packing my bag.

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