Young and Beautiful

Chapter 1

I was excited to finally escape the confining airplane. Isabella and I had finally landed in Seattle, Washington after our three hour non-stop flight from Phoenix, Arizona. Our mom, Renee, and Phil Dwyer, mom's second husband, had gotten married the month Isabelle and I had turned 17. Phil was a minor league baseball player that traveled the country for work. Isabella and I had noticed how sad mom was whenever he was gone so we had decided to live with our dad, Charlie Swan. 

"Isabella! Evangeline!" a familiar voice echoed around the ear-splitting noise of the airport. I turned my head slightly and smile as I see Charlie standing a few feet away in his police uniform, an awkward smile on his face. Grabbing my sister's hand, I start to tug her towards our dad. Once we reach him, I throw my arms around his shoulders, pulling him in for a long needed hug. 

"I missed you so much dad," I whisper and I feel his arms wrap around my mid-section, hugging me just as tightly.

"I missed you too Evangeline," Charlie whispered back before pulling away and looking at Isabella.

"I also missed you, Isabella," he pulled her into an awkward one-armed hug.

"Just Bella, Char-Dad," Bella stuttered, awkwardly hugging him back before he leads the way to his sheriff's car. We helped Charlie put our bags in the small trunk, luckily enough Bella and I had one suitcase each, as well as different sized duffle bags, and a small carry-on. We all climbed into the car and started the drive home. Twenty minutes into the hour drive Bella switched on the radio and the car was filled with music. Resting my head against the window, I look at the trees flashing by and I smile.

"So, Evangeline, how is the pottery making going?" I look at dad as he glances at me through the mirror. A few years back, mom and I had decided to take a pottery class. We were taught the essentials-how to water the clay, how to mold it, how to take it off the turning table without damaging what we made, and more. I guess you can say that I had a knack for pottery so mom and Phil decided to get me a small kiln, a turning table, and a small supply of clay in order to save money instead of paying every time. 

"It's going really good. I have made a few things for the house. I hope you don't mind," I smile at him as I speak.

"Of course not," he said as he drives off the highway and onto a two-lane road. 

"Great! Oh! That reminds me, have my things come in yet?" I sit up in the backseat as I eagerly await his reply. 

"Not yet sweetheart. They should be coming next week or the week after," he says quietly as we the pass the sign that said 'The City of Forks Welcomes You'. I frown to myself and sigh sadly before immediately smiling as I see the house that I have missed for the past 10-13 years. I exit the car quickly once dad had parked and I take a deep breath.

"It's good to be home," I whisper to myself before I move to the trunk of the car and grab my extra-large duffle bag while dad insisted on taking the suitcases. I giggle and shake my head before sneakily grabbing the keys and unlocking the front door. 

"Come on, slowpokes!" I say in a happy voice as shift away from the door and take off my shoes, leaving them near the closet next to the stairs. Light laughter reaches my ears as I turn to close the door behind them. Dad starts to lead the way upstairs and shows Bella to her room first. I peek inside to see a dark purple comforter on her full sized bed, an old computer on an old dark brown desk, and some toys from when she was younger. I smile softly as I see Bella look around, her mini cactus still in her hand, before I follow behind dad as he guides me to my room. I walk in after him and smile brightly. The walls were painted a light tan color with occasional quotes written here and there. My queen sized bed was pushed to a corner of the room, covered with a crimson red comforter, and my dresser on the other side. A dark desk, much like Bella's, was set in front of the window, giving me a split view of both the woods and the road. A few bookshelves were hanging on the wall next to the door with a small trash bin underneath them.