Goodbye Bella

Isn't Being The New Girl Fun?

The rain fell from the sky like the tears falling from my cheeks. I never wanted to move to Fawkes with my dad. I wanted to stay with mum and my friends in England. I left my whole life there and I'm determined to go back to it.

"When can I go back?" I ask trying to sound brave and not like I was crying.

Laughing my dad exclaims "We haven't even got to the house kiddo." I nod slowly and look back to the green sludge that whips past my window only to see a strange black wolf-like figure running through the forest, keeping pace with the car. 

Turning to dad, I realise that we've stopped on the curb next to a two-story white house, the paint peeling away, trying to escape. 

"I know you don't want to be here Sage, but please try" Dad looks over to me with a sad smile, a pang of guilt hits my chest.

"I will Dad." I smile and hug him.

"Thanks" Dad ruffles my hair and I swat his hand away to fix my hair while he laughs at me.

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Finally, I had unpacked my clothes into my dresser and put my toiletries into my bathroom. That was one of the many luxuries of this house, I had my own bathroom and a large bedroom. In London, mum and I were crammed into our cramped apartment we had to share a bedroom and bathroom, I didn't mind it, but I very much prefer this.

"Sage, could you come down here?" Shouts dad. I sigh and rub my hands on my jeans, I was just planning on having a nice relaxing shower. 

"Sure, I'll be down in a sec" I pull my hair into a bun and walk downstairs.

Walking into the wooden kitchen, I scan around for dad to see him sitting at the breakfast bar, paper in hand. 

"Yeah, dad?" I ask.

"My friends are coming round to watch football, maybe you could tag along with their sons and go to Port Angeles?" He smiles.

"Well ... Dad, I don't know these people and I'm pretty tired... and-" I ramble while backtracking to my room.

"You said you were going to try" Dad frowns and the crease on his forehead deepening.

"I am, just not tonight, okay?" I try to reason.

" No, Sage, You can't isolate yourself again." Dad gets up from his stool and towers over me.

"B-but I'm v-very tired" I almost cry

"No questions, you're going" his face softens but I can tell he won't budge.

"Okay..." I whisper. 

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Walking down the stairs, I pull a baggy jumper over my shirt and slip on my converse. My head is going on overdrive thinking about these boys who my dad has forced me to go out with. Will they hate me for tagging along? Have I ruined their 'guys night'?

A knock drags me from my reverie, oh god! They're here! Is it too late to hide? 

"Billy! It's been too long! Come in! Come in!" My dad cheerily welcomes everyone in and the walk into the living room.

This is my chance! I think and I start to go back upstairs.

"Where do you think you're going, young lady?" My dad questions.