Tate Swan, Bella Swans twin sister, moves back to Forks to get away from her past and see her dad again. Never once did she think that her past would catch up to her or that she would be involved in the lives of vampires and werewolves. It's on the...
Goodbye, Arizona. Hello again, Forks. Me and my older twin sister, Bella, are moving back in with our father, Charlie. We used to visit from time to time, but that stopped about four years ago. My sister is moving because she thinks my mother is unhappy not being able to travel with Phil, which she is, but I'm moving to get away from my past. From HIM(Not Phil). My mother offered for me to come, but settling down with my dad who just so happens to be the police Chief.
Bella holds a plant while I hold onto my sketch book, eager to leave. I love my mom and I have love for Phil being as he makes my mom happy, but my anxiety grows worse and worse as time goes on. Every second standing here is another second that HE can get to me. I can tell from my sisters face that she's going to miss Phoenix. Me and her are similar in many ways, but my personality is deeper and I'm not going to lie, more aggressive.
The heat is one thing that I won't miss. Being warm is great, but the blistering heat? No way. I'd honestly prefer the cold and the rain. Something I WOULD miss, my loving, erratic, harebrained mother. My mother gives us both a kiss on the cheek and she says her goodbyes to Bella. Me and my mother are close, but she definitely favors Bella. I'm more of a daddy's girl, to be honest, but don't tell anybody else that.
Phil calls out as he closes the trunk, "Renee, Bella, Tate, come on. I love you both, but we got a plane to catch." We get in and as I continue to finish my sketch of my mother, I can't help but think about how good this is for us. The plane ride is as tiring as the ride, but at least I got to finish my sketch. I love sketching just as much as I love playing the guitar. Yup, I play the guitar.
In the state of Washington, under a near constant cover of clouds and rain, there's a small town. A town called Forks where we're moving to. Population, 3120. Right now we're in my dad's car after embracing him warmly. I miss him and the smell of his aftershave. And the smell of cheap coffee. I don't drink the stuff, but I don't mind the smell of it either. I prefer tea If I'm being honest.
We pass by the welcome sign and I continue holding my sketchbook, leaning my head back on the seats as I watch the vast amount of trees pass by. Dad says to us, "Your guys' hair's different. Longer." Bella plays with her hair, "I cut it since the last time we saw you." Dad says awkwardly, not really knowing how to respond, "Guess it grew out again." I say, trying to lighten the tension, "I just grew it out and took out the curly layers. Plus, ya know, I learned how to use tweezers." Him and Bella lightly chuckle.
We pull up to the house and get out. I'm instantly flooded with memories. I specifically remember making mud pies and throwing them at Bella and Jacob. Jacob is someone I need to visit. We used to be close. You could definitely tell that he had a crush on Bella though. We used to spend two weeks here almost every summer, but it's been years. I've kept in touch since then with dad, but he's busy a lot of the time so sometimes he wouldn't be able to respond for weeks at a time. A few times months.
Dad helps us get our stuff out. I sling my guitar over my back, keep my sketchbook close, and grab my very large duffle bag while dad carry's Bella's things. We walk upstairs and we go to our designated rooms. Mine hasn't changed much, unlike Bella's. It's totally her style. Dad says as he puts her stuff down, "I've cleared some shelves off in the bathroom." Bella nods, "Right, one bathroom." I for one keep my things in a private bag usually. I just like to save room.
Dad says, "The sales lady picked out the bed stuff for you guys. You like it, right?" We both nods and say, "It's cool."
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