Changes~~ Jacob Black [1]

Chapter 4

Last night, I had the best sleep I've had in such a long time. The constant whooshing of the wind across the roof and the pitter-patter of the rain helped me relax completely.

Tucked away in my warm bed, I faded to sleep quicker than I thought. My alarm started blaring, interrupting my peaceful sleep and making me groan.

I pulled the handmade quilt over my head, but it didn't block the sound out, so I blindly tried to shut it off. With my luck this morning, I couldn't get the snooze button, so, throwing the quilt off my face, I angrily hit it.

Wide awake now and angry, I stood up, stretched and approached my window. Thick fog was all I could see settling over the forest, and I smiled at the beautiful scene before me; I could get used to this.

I grabbed some underwear, my black skinny jeans and my favorite gray sweater and headed to the bathroom. After a quick warm shower, I dried myself, got dressed and headed back to my room.

Deciding that I had time, I straightened my hair and then applied a thin line of eyeliner and some mascara. I always tried to keep my makeup natural, only trying to make my green eyes pop.

After I was done, I picked up my black beanie and light gray scarf and put them on, along with my leather ankle boots. I looked at myself in my full body mirror, deciding that I looked fine and headed downstairs with my jacket in my hand.

Breakfast with dad and Bella was a quiet event. I wasn't in the mood to talk, since my day didn't start that well, Bella was nervous about school and dad didn't know what to say.

Dad wished us good luck at school, as he stood at the doorway watching us get in the car. I thanked him, hoping that this day will go better than my morning.

Even though I didn't want to be too early to school, Bella forced me in the car and drove away. "What was that about?" I asked her already frustrated.

"I couldn't stay in the house anymore. I felt like I was suffocating. Every bit of it screams at me that Charlie is still in love with mom. He hasn't even repainted the yellow cupboards in eighteen years." She said, her eyes stuck on the street.

"You think I haven't noticed? I've been coming to this house for almost every year of my life. I talked to him about this. But he says he can't move on. That she was the love of his life. And maybe she was and we just don't get it, because we've never been in love." I shared with her.

"Can we at least do something about the house? He can still love her, but each room doesn't have to scream young careless Renee." She pleaded. "I'll ask him if we can make some changes. The house needs a female touch after all." I thought.

"And we both know that it won't be me making those changes. I have zero knowledge on home decor and what is needed in a house. So prepare yourself little sister; you have a house to change." She laughed, patting my shoulder.

"Hands on the wheel! Eyes on the road!" I screamed at her, making her jumped and grip the wheel with both hands, her eyes focused straight ahead.

"Are you crazy? What were you thinking looking somewhere else?" I panicked. "I'm sorry, okay? It's not like anything happened." She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, this time. But I want to keep my life next time, too." I stated.