Hairy, Dumb, and Creepy

New Home

I picked up the last card board moving box and started carrying it outside.
We were moving. I couldn't believe it. This has been my home for as long as I could remember. The hot Arizona air that always made my skin feel like a bunch of teeth were pinching it when I got sunburned.
Wait, teeth could pinch right?
I glanced out the glass window to see my mom and Phil were packing up the last of their things into the truck.
I had decided I would go live with my dad in Forks, Seattle while my mom could go live under the rainbow with Phil. I didn't want to go live with my dad Charlie but after all my mom had done for me, the least I could do was let her and Phil live happily ever after.
I get to the front step and my foot seems to step on something and the next thing I know I fall forward and my foot has slid out from underneath me.
Thump.
I have landed face first on the pavement and the box has tumbled over to the side where everything has spilled out. I notice that my red nail polish bottle has cracked and has gotten all over my favorite blouse. Oh great.
I sit up and rub my soar spots and make sure to tie my shoe. I always was forgetting to do that.
"Bella!" I hear my mom Renee yell from where her and Phil were still working. "Are you almost ready dear?"
Why was I always falling over stuff?
"I fell mom!" I yell at her.
"And this is why I'm glad she's going to her father," I hear my mom mumble to Phil.
He laughs and rolls his eyes.
"Hey! Why are you guys so mean to me?" I pout. I wasn't expecting an answer so I stood up and packed the stuff back in the box.
When I had my last box in the truck I pulled out the sharpie that I had in my pocket for safe keeping, like every logical person you see ever, and I spoke as I spelled out Phil's name on the box so he would remember it was his and not mine.

"Eeeeeffff- iiiiiiiiiiyyyy-eeeeell-elllllll!" I say as my big fat letters show up on the card board.
"Bella, shut up!" Phil complains from where he is already sitting in the driver seat. Him and Renee were taking me to the airport.
I had my suit case already in the car along with some of my other items that would be going with me to Forks. My other belongings were going to Florida with Phil and Renee.
I wasn't sure why they had named it Forks. My best guess was that the only eating utensil they used to use back in the day was a fork. Who knew right?
I cast one last glance at the house before hopping in the back of the truck.
I see my mom walk around the other side of the truck and hop in the passenger side.
The window was open so I could hear her say "Okay Belle, excited for Forks?"
"Yes," I lied.
I see her head snap around. Her eyes widen when she notices me. "Bella! Get in the car! What are you doing sitting in the trunk?"
I let out a loud groan and get out. Why couldn't she just let me sit back there for goodness sake?
"Fine, Renee," I grumble and open the back truck door. I hop in and buckle up.
The engine gives off a loud rumble and comes to life before Phil takes hold of the wheel and starts making our way to the air port.
I hadn't seen my dad in quite a few years. And never before had I gone to live with him. So, this was going to be a new experience. From what I remembered, Forks was rainy and the sun hardly ever shines there. They had a very small population as well. But that's about as all as my big brain could remember.
We finally arrived at the airport and Renee escorted me to my gate. Because we both new I was not capable of doing it myself. She didn't think I was smart enough to match the number and letter on the ticket to the gate. Whatever makes her feel safe right?
But the next thing I knew I was hugging her and waving goodbye as the plain took off.
When it landed Charlie was there waiting for me.
It felt a little awkward seeing him for the first time in ages so I shook his hand instead. "Uh umm," I start to say. "It's . . . Uh, good to see you."
I noticed my mouth had been open for the past few minutes and that drool was coming out.
Hoping that know one noticed, I rub that back of my hand over my mouth to wipe off the drool.
Charlie clears his throat.
"Sorry," I mumble.
"Good to see you too honey," he gives me a kind welcoming smile and then gestures towards what I assume is his car.
He helps me pick up my luggage and we start making our way towards the car.
"Is that your car?" I ask.
"No, Bella. It's a strangers' which is why we are walking towards it," Charlie says sarcastically.
He then looks at my offended expression and shakes his head. "I was just kidding Bel," he reassured me.
On the drive to the house I take the time to admire my surroundings; trees, clouds, wet roads, and old houses. Great. Just like old Phoenix.
Just kidding!
I seriously doubted I would grow to like this place.
I look over to my dad and note that the only physical trait we have in common is our pale skin. His hair was more of a brown color where as mine was a red. I had never fit in in Arizona because everyone there was always tan and blonde.
Then there was me. With my pale complexion that stood out there I was like a walking beacon. And my clumsiness didn't help with anything.
"So, Bella," I look over to my dad. " for a homecoming gift, I decided to get you a car," he says.
Wait. What? No way! I bet it was one of those really awesome Ferraris.
"Is it a-" I start to say but then he interrupts me.
"It's a truck. Well, a Chevy to be exact."
My heart sinks. Seriously?
"Where did you get it?" I ask.
"Do you remember that Billy Black dude who lives down at La Push? You used to play with his son Jacob," Charlie reminds me.
"Oh yaaa," I say. "The guys with the really long hair."
"Ya, that's them!" Charlie exclaims. "Well, anyways, Billy is in a wheel chair now so he can't use his truck anymore. So he sold it to me for a really cheap price. And it's old too! A real classic the thing is!"
You've got t be kidding me, my brain starts to say as we pull into the drive way and I notice the truck. The truck was kind of hunky and a faded red color that reminded me of dried up tomatoes.
"So, what do you think?" my dad asks me with a lot of excitement.
"It's beautiful!" I lie with enthusiasm.
"Well, I'm glad you like it! Welcome to your new home!"