Dear Journal,
The police cruiser slowly crept to a stop and in the driveway I saw a rusty, red truck. I eyed Charlie curiously and he just nodded. As I opened the door a darker truck started to pull in the driveway. Out jumped a dark, tall boy and Charlie smiled at him and walked to the truck.
"Hey Jacob", Charlie said.
"Hi Cheif Swan, how's it going", he replied swiftly.
"Pretty good, you remember Bella?" he asked.
I stared at him in disbelief and couldn't quite put the boys face to a name. He then looked at me and snickered.
"It's Jacob," he said eagerly, "Jacob Black."
"Of course!," I then replied. "I remember your sisters but not you as much, Mom told me you were still here."
"Yeah I was a bit young then," he repied with a snort.
.I laughed at his expression which felt good, I haven't laughed once let alone smiled since I left the airport.
"And of course you remember Billy, Jacobs father?," Charlie said.
I watched as Charlie pulled the wheelchair from the back of the truck and placed it infront of the passenger door. Billy climbed in the seat and smiled.
"Hi Bella," he said with a warm smile, "welcome to Forks."
"Thanks Billy, it's nice to be here," I managed to say.
We all looked at eachother and I felt kinda of confused why we were all just standing there.
"Dad, who's truck is that?" I finaly spoke out.
"Well Bells its Billys old truck and I thought you'd like to have a car of your own while you're here," he replied.
I jumped in the air with joy which suprised myself.
"Oh my gosh Dad really,for me?" I ran up and hugged him, he turned red and said, "it's ok kiddo I'm glad you like it."
"I love it! I yelled, it's perfect"
He threw me the keys and I headed towards the truck with Jacob behind me. I climbed in the drivers seat and Jacob got in shot gun.
"It's pretty old, he explained but it's a trusty truck that'll get you where you need to go."
"I really do love it Jacob, thanks alot.
"He then smiled at me and nudged me with his elbow, "no problem."
Jacob and Bily then got in their truck and left but not before promising to come over this weekend for the "Big Game."Charlie then lead me inside our house.
We walked in the front door which was the living room. In it was a long brown couch angled at the tv set. I figured Charlie still loves watching his sports. On the mantle were alot of pictures of me through school, exactly like Mom had. I'll have to talk to Dad about that.We walked up the steep flight of steps up to my bedroom.
The walls were freshly painted a light green and there was a computer and desk settled into the corner. There was one large window that overlooked the front yard and empty shelves placed on the walls, perfect for my books. The comforter had flower prints on it and was a deep, lush purple. It was a pretty simple room but it was mine and I sat down on the bed and breathed in. Charlie let me be. The best thing avbout Charlie? He doesnt hover.
I'm going to unpack my bags and get setted in. The first day of school is tomorrow and I am truley nervous. I pray I make some friends there because my only friend here goes to school elsewhere. I will write as soon as I can.
~Bella
