Twilight: Re-done, Re-written, The Right Way
Quick Note! I absolutely hated Twilight, so I'm gonna re-write it, with a good Vampire story, proper developing feelings, proper reactions towards things, (Like being scared when your crush is a vampire, duh) and deep characters.
Jacob will stay relatively the same throughout the story.
My mother drove me to the airport with the windows rolled down. I sighed. It was seventy-five degrees in Phoenix, the sky a cloudless blue. It was probably going to be the last time I saw the sky of my real home.
In the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington State, a small town named Forks exists under a recurring blanket of thick clouds. The continual rain made the place wet, cold, and depressing. It was from this gloomy town my mother escaped with me when I was a few months old. This was the town that since I was fourteen, I spent a month with my father, Charlie, in the summers.
It took hours of convincing to take me here. My mother knew my hatred of Forks. If I had my way, my family would be whole, and we would all be a permanent one, living in the amazing city that is Phoenix.
I loved Phoenix. I loved the sun and the amazing blue sky that shined day by day. I loved how in the winter, you could go to the beach, and it would still feel like a summer in Forks. I loved the beautiful city with families that smiled at you as you walked down the street, and the amazing malls in your area. It was my home.
Not anymore, I reminded myself bitterly, as we continued the agonizing journey to the airport.
"Bella," my mom said to me - reminding me for the umpteenth time - before I got onto the plane, "You know you don't have to do this, right?"
My mom's warm brown eyes and short, dark hair, and laugh lines were more prominent in the near-dark light. She looked like me, except with shorter hair, and I was missing those laugh lines. I felt a rush of panic as I stared at her wide childlike eyes, before they returned to the road, as the light turned green. How could I leave my loving, unpredictable, giddy mother to fend for herself? Of course, she did have Phil now, so the bills would probably get paid, there would be food in the refrigerator, gas in her car, and someone to call when she got lost, but still...
"I want to go," I lied. I'd always been a horrible liar, but I'd repeated this lie so many times, it almost sounded true to my own ears,
"Are you sure? I've told you before, you don't have to do this."
"Mom!" I said in an exasperated tone.
My mom laughed at my annoyance. "Alright... If you're positive-"
"Then tell Charlie I said hi, okay?"
"I will, mom. I'm sure he'll be happy to hear from you." I notified her. A sad smile creeped onto her face, and I knew she remembered the sad memories she had of her and my dad.
We got out of the car, and we walked silently through the hassle of the Arizona Airport, and once we arrived at the finishing point, the point in which passengers needed a passport to continue through, we looked at each other sadly.
"I'll see you soon," she promised. "You can come home whenever you want. I'll come back if you ever feel as though you need me."
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, and said, "I love you too, Bella, be careful."
I smiled and waved, as I got onto the plane. And just like that, she was gone.
During the extremely boring, four-hour flight from Phoenix to Seattle, another hour in a small plane up to Port Angeles, and then an hour drive back down to Forks. I groaned as I thought of the long trip, the murky weather, and living in that... place.
The passenger next to me looked in my direction, raised and eyebrow, and muttered, "Teenager..." I felt pretty insulted by his rude comment, and glared once he looked away.
The rest of the flight wasn't too bad, the altitude didn't bother me, and the fish tasted like chicken, and such. It was that hour in the car with Charlie that got me.
Charlie had been really nice about the whole thing. He seemed genuinely pleased that i was coming to live with him in Forks, with any real degree of permanence. He'd already enrolled me in the local high school and was going to try and get me a car, which I was truthfully very pleased about, because I had recently received my licence.
But it was sure to be awkward with Charlie. Neither of us were the talkative type, and I didn't know what to say anyway. What was I supposed to say? "Hey dad, sorry, I hate Forks and all, but I wanna live here with you!"?
My father was still very confused by my decision. Like my mother, I didn't hide my distaste of Forks.
When I landed in Port Angeles, I was hoping for sun. Just a small amount, at least. No such luck. It was raining, and hard. I sighed, this was just unavoidable. I'd already said my goodbyes to the sun.
Charlie was waiting for me with the cruiser. I was expecting this, too. Charlie is Police Chief Thorton [A/N: I didn't wan't to post an authors note, but the name 'Swan' is so clichÃ©, so I wanted to change it to a cooler name. Police Chief Swan just sounds so lame.] to the good people of Forks. My primary motivation behind owning a car was that I refused to be driven around in a car with red and blue lights. I'd be taunted as "Police-Girl" forever.
Charlie gave me an awkward, one armed hug when I stumbled my way off the plane, nearly tripping and killing myself along the way.
"It's great to see you, kiddo," he said, smiling as he automatically caught and steadied me, because my clumsiness was getting in the way. "You haven't changed much since the last time you came. How's RenÃ©e?"
"Mom's fine. It's good to see you, too, Ch - Dad." I stumbled upon my words. I couldn't call him Charlie to his face, but I called him that when talking to my mom.
I lugged my few bags to the car. Most of my regular clothing was much too light for Washington. My mom and I actually had to use a lot of money to supply most of the winter clothing I had with me, but it was still a small amount of wardrobe for any normal teenager. I easily put my suitcase in 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 asked suspiciously. The way he said, "a good car for you" instead of "a good car" got me thinking. Either way, I was extremely curious, and honestly didn't care if my car was a total mess, just as long as it wasn't totally embarrassing, like a sign on the back that said, "Chief Thorton" or something.
"Well, it's actually a truck, a Chevy."
I looked out the window and saw the forests zoom by, and inwardly sighed. I began to panic a bit too late. â€˜Oh my god. Iâ€™m really moving away from Phoenix!â€™ I thought. It was useless. I had made the bad decision, just so that my mom could be happy with that stupid man, Phil. I had decided to move to this depressing place.
Or maybe it was just the fact I lived in such a lively, vibrant town, that Forks seemed depressing. Set aside the fact that I lived in such a sunny, warm place, Forks wasnâ€™t that bad. It was rainy, which meant plenty of vegetation, which was nice, I guess. The community was great, and I had heard from my dad that the school was pretty good.
When we finally reached Charlieâ€™s home, I sighed in relief.
â€œYou never liked car rides, Bells,â€ my dad smiled at me. I had to grin at this. Even though we had a slightly rocky relationship, he was always a caring man.
â€œNever really liked â€˜em, pops,â€ I shook my head.
â€œYou always got carsick, I remember, from the letters your mother sent me, telling me about you,â€ he smiled sadly.
â€œMom contacted you?â€ I asked incredulously. I never thought that he had spoken to her after she left.
â€œOh, of course. Your mom might have left, kiddo, but she wouldnâ€™t just italicized not italicized write to me about my own daughter?â€ He asked me.
â€œI guess not,â€ I shrugged. It still bugged me, how my mom never told me, but honestly I didnâ€™t care.
As I walked out of the car, I breathed in the moist, Fall air that surrounded us. I grabbed my suitcase from the trunk of the jeep and walked into he house.
Charlieâ€™s house was old, small, and withered. There was peeling blue paint on the outside, and the inside was full of old hardwood floors. I realized how tired I was, even though it was about six oâ€™clock here, I was ready to pass out. I told my dad I was going to bed, and he said that he thought I needed the rest. I smiled, and walked upstairs.
My room was small, but it had a great decor for such an old house. I had a queen bed, with a soft quilt on top, and a small closet for my clothes, and a desk so that I could do my homework. I got ready for bed, and slipped in. I sobbed a bit, because I knew this was no vacation.
This was my new home.