She'd been through this many, many times before. It was always the same- uneventful, plain and short. She wasn't planning on trying to do anything extraordinary this time, she just wanted to live a long and normal life, undisturbed. However, it seem...
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CHAPTER ONE: WELCOME TO FORKS
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In her last life, she'd been the young daughter of a gossipy housewife. Her memory of it was hazy, but she could recall that the woman wasn't the most loving and was actually quite selfish. And she'd found no problem in leaving her three year old inside a car in the middle of one of the hottest summers just to purchase some clothes from the store. She hoped that her previous mother at least felt some level of sadness when finding the sweaty corpse of her child in her backseat. It was highly doubtful, but it was a nice thought nonetheless.
So, yes, you could say Isabella Marie Swan detested the heat. Phoenix was always sweltering hot and it'd be a miracle if it rained more than twice during the whole year. It was currently nearly eighty degrees, not a single cloud present in the vast expansion of the blue sky as Renee Swan drove Bell to the airport with all the windows rolled down. She was extremely grateful for the, albeit dry, breeze caused by the speed they were going at. She was wearing the white sleeveless, eyelet lace shirt her mother had gifted her last Christmas. It was something like an unspoken farewell to both her mother and the disgustingly dry city of Phoenix.
She wouldn't miss it much, not really. Bell fidgeted with the folded parka sitting on her lap as she thought of her destination, watching as they grew closer to the airport. Forks was a small town situated in the Olympic Peninsula of the northwest Washington State, its sky covered by ever present grey clouds. The highest temperature recorded there was seventy five degrees, that was considered cold in Phoenix! It rained every single day in Forks, more than in any other place in the United States. To Bell, that was heaven. To Renee? Not quite.
Her mother had quite literally fled from Forks after she and Charlie divorced, taking a three month old Bell from her little piece of heaven. Thankfully, she'd been allowed to visit every summer up until a small accident during a fishing trip when Bell was fourteen that caused Charlie to start visiting her in California for two weeks each summer instead of the other way around. It wasn't his fault she was clumsy enough to trip over her own feet and fall out of the boat, but he'd still felt immensely guilty.
But now, as a — physically — seventeen year old, she could make her own decisions. She was abandoning Phoenix in exchange for Forks. She hated everything about the vigorous city; it was dry, hot, loud. From past experience, she knew she wouldn't live very long with such hatred for the place she lived in. Forks would be her literal savior with its cool temperatures and cloudy skies. Her life as Bell Swan would definitely be long and content if she lived there.
"Bell," Renee spoke up before she could board the plane. The soft tone of her voice made Bell turn on her heels, parka clutched to her chest and suitcase sitting by her feet. She managed to avoid grimacing at the expression on her mother's face. "You don't have to do this." Renee reminded her, her wide brown eyes nearly begging. Bell wouldn't ever dream of leaving her loving, erratic, harebrained mother behind, but she had Phil now. He could take care of her and make sure she had everything she needed.
