new life

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You may not always end up where you thought you were going, but you will always end up were you are meant to be.

My dad drove me to the airport on which we will be flying to our new home Forks. I am moving from hot weathered Phoenix to a cold small town in the Olympic Peninsula of Northwest Washington state. I was wearing a heart polka dot blue dress, white lace back cardigan with drown boots and my light brown hair in its normal bun (outfit in media).
It will take six hours to get to Forks but the long travel doesn't bother me.

Maurice is my father, it's just us as my mom died when I was six but that was almost eleven years (Belle is seventeen now) about so its nice for a change. Dad has been fairly nice about the whole thing. He seemed genuinely pleased that he got the job and that I was coming to live with him with no fuss. He'd already gotten me registered for the local high school and help me get a car that all ready has been sent over (it would be my first time seeing it as it was dad's way of saying sorry for the move or something like that).

Maurice is the new police chief for the good people of Forks. The reason I need a car is that I refuse to be driven around town in a car with ref and blue lights on top. Nothing will slow down the traffic like a cop.

As I looked around, it was beautiful I couldn't deny that, everything was green: the trees, the ground covered with fern, even the air was full with green leaves but it was all too green but let's hope I don't have to spend so much time outdoors.

When we arrived at our new place and there, parked on the street in front of the new house , was my new or new to me by the looks of it truck. It was a faded red color, with big rounded fenders and a bulbous cab. I loved it. I couldn't tell if it would run , but I could see myself in it. Plus it was one of those solid iron affairs that never gets damaged - the kind that you see in an accident, paint unscratched, surrounded by pieces of destroyed foreign cars.
"Wow, Dad, I love it! Thanks!"
"I'm glad you like it," Dad said a bit proudly.
When we got unpacked it only took one trip for all my stuff. We only had a few cloths as most of my old cloths are for the warmth. We did have some of are old winter wardrobe, but I didn't have enough to last me very long.

Author's note:

Okay I'm not that good at my spelling or grammar so there will be mistakes but I'm mostly following the story of twilight with some changes like her mom and the car background.
I don't know any thing about cars so I kept it to original truck.
This story isn't like the original with it's characters as this is a Disney version.
Please leave comments on this story or ask questions I'll try to answer them and also update regularly.

Till next time ...

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