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Twilight: Chapter 1: First sight

1. First sight

My mother drove me to the airport with the windows rolled down. It was seventy-five degrees in Pheonix, the sky a perfect, cloudless blue. I was wearing my favorite shirt-sleevless, white eyelet lace; I was wearing it as a farewell gesture. My carry-on item was a parka.
In the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington State, a small town named Forks existes under a near-constant cover of clouds. It rains on this inconsequential town more that any other place in the United States of America. It was far from this town and its gloomy, omnipresent shade that my mother escaped with me when i was only a few months old. It was in this town that i was compelled to spend a month every summer until i was fourteen. That was the year i finally put my foot down; these past three summers my dad, Charlie, vacationed with me in Califoria instead.
It was to Forks that i now exiled myself-an action that i took with great horror. I detested Forks.
I loved Pheonix. I loved the sun and the blistering heat. I loved the vigorous, sprawling city.
"Bella," my mom said to me-the last of a thousand times-before i got on the plane. "You dont have to do this."
My mom lookes like me, except with short hair and laugh lines. I felt a spasm of panic as i looked onto her wide, childlike eyes. How could i leave my loving, erratic, hare-brained mother to fend for herself? Of course she had Phil now, so the bills would probably get paid, there would be food in the refrigerator, gas in the car, and someone to call when she got lost, but still.....
"i want to go," i lied. I'd always been a bad liar, but i'd been saying this so often that it sounded alost convincing now.
"Tell Charlie i said hi."
"I will."
"I'll see you soon," she insisted. "You can come back home whenever you want-I'll come right back as soon as you need me."
But i could see the sacrifice in her eyes behind the promise.
"Don't worry about me," I urged. "It'll be great. I love you, Mom."
She hugged me tightly for a minute, and then i got on the plane, and she was gone.
It's a four-hour flight from Pheonix to Seattle, another hour in a small plane up to Port Angeles, and then an hour drive back down to Forks. Flying doesn't bother me; the hour in the car, though, i was a little worried about.
Charlie had really been fairly nice about the whole thing. He seemed genuinely pleased that i was coming to live with him for the first time in a degree of permanence. He'd already gotton me regestered for high school and was going to help me get a car.
But it sure was going to be awkward with Charlie. Neither of us was what anyone would call verbose, and i didn't know what there was to say regardless. I knew he was more than a little confused by my decision-like my mother before me, i hadn't made a secret of my distaste for Forks.
When i landed in Port Angeles, it was raining. i didn't see it as a omen-just unavoidable. i'd already said my goodbyes to the sun.
Charlie was waiting for me with the cruiser. This i was expecting, too. Charlie is Police Chief Swan to the good people of Forks. My primary motivation behind buying car, dispite the scarcity of my funds, was that i refused to be driven around in car with red and blue lights on the top. Nothing slowes down traffic like a cop.
Charlie gave me an awkward, one-armed hug when i stumbled my way off the plane.
"It's good to see you, Bells," He said smiling as he automaticly caught and steadied me. "You haven't changed much. How's Renee?"
"Mom's fine. It's good to see you, too, Dad." I wasn't allowed to call him Charlie to his face.
I only had a few bags. Most of my Arizona clothes were to permeable for Washington. My mom and i had pooled our resources to supplement my winter wardrobe, but it was still scanty. It all fit easily into the trunk of the cruiser.
"I found a good car for you, really cheap," He announced when we were strapped in.
"what kind of car?" i was suspicious of the way he said "good car for you" as opposed to just "Good car"
"Well, its a truck actually, a Chevy."
"Where did you find it?"
"Do you remember Billy Black down at La Push?" La Push is the tiny indian reservation on the coast.
"No."
"He used to go fishing with us during the summer," Charlie promted.
That would explain why i didnt remember him. I do a good job at blocking painful, unnecessary things from my memory.
"He's in a wheelchair now," Charlie continued when i didn't respond, "so he cant drive anymore, and he offered to sell me his truck cheap."
"What year is it?" I could see from his change of expression that this was the question that he was hoping i wouldn't ask.
"Well, Billy's done a lot of work on the engine-it's only a few years old really."
I hoped he didn't think so little of me as to believe i would give up so easily. "When did he buy it?"
"He bought it in 1984, i think."
"Did he buy it new?"
"Well, no. I think it was new in the early sixties-or the late fifties at the earliest," He admitted sheepishly.
"Ch-Dad, i dont really know anything about cars. I wouldn't be able to fix it if something went wrong, and i couldn't really afford a mechanic . . . . . . ."
"Really, Bella, the thing runs great. They dont build them like it anymore."
The thing, I thought to myself . . . It had possibilities-as a nickname at the very least.
"How cheap is cheap?" After all, that was the part i couldn't compromise on.
"Well, honey, i kind of already bought it for you. As a homecoming gift." Charlie peeked sideways at me with a hopeful expression.
Wow. Free.
"You didn't need to do that, Dad. i was going to buy myself a car."
"I dont mind. I want you to be happy here." He was looking ahead at the road while i said this. Charlie wasn't comfortable with expressing his emotions out loud. I inheried that from him. So I was looking straight ahead as i resonded.

Twilight: Preface

Preface:

I'd never given much thought to how i would die-though I'd reason enough in last few months-but even if i had, i would have not imagined it like this.
I stared without breathing across the long room, into the dark eyes of hunter, and he looked pleasantly back at me.
Surley it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone i loved. Noble, even. That ought to count for something.
I knew that if i had never gone to Forks, i wouldn't be facing death now. but, terrified as i was, i couldn't bring myself to regret the decision. When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it;s not reasonable to greive when it comes to a end.
The hunter smiled in a friendly way as he sauntered forward to kill me.