B.P.o.V

Who would of thought I'd be moving? I had lived in pheniox most of my life with Charlie and Renee then they had split. I stayed with Renee until the day she stopped breathing. It had happened when I had least expected it and it hit me like a ton of bricks. That's when I had to move to Forks, washington to live with my other parent, my father, Charlie. I already knew it would be very different. My life was going to change for the worse and for the better little did I know it. The fates had dealt me a bad hand before, now…now was the time for me to at least get a royal flush. I let out a bored sigh when I exited from the plane and soon met Charlie who was waiting for me. We said our greeting and made small talk. But despite our efforts, it didn't make it any less awkward. But I told myself I would try and make the best of things. Charlie probably expected me to be bitter anyways, at least in the beginning since it had only been a couple of weeks since Renee's death.

I was actually surprised that my puffy red eyes finally returned to normal. But my pale complexion and the fact that I had dark bags under my eyes made me look like one of the undead. As life seemed to be more boring, Charlie had arrived at his, or rather our house in a matter of a couple of hours. We had driven in his police cruiser since he didn't seem to have any other car. The house seemed to have a warm home touch to it which was better than nothing. It was a simple two bedroom house, Charlie had given me a tour of all the rooms, not like there were many. There was a lovely kitchen which I couldn't wait to start cooking. That was one thing I grew to love when I had lived with Renee, she said I'd need to learn how to cook all I could for when I got older…and for a guy in my life.

Though now it seemed like she just prepared me to be making meals for myself and Charlie. I didn't plan on meeting any boys anytime soon. Dating someone was the last thing on my mind. After I had gotten settled in, placing things where they belonged, my eyes trailed over towards the ancient looking computer that was hooked up on a large wooden desk. Despite it being a rather dinosaur aged computer, it would suffice for whenever I got bored and decide to write something. That's when I glanced at my alarm clock and noticed it was around six, I should probably go downstairs and make dinner for the both of us. But as I walked downstairs and told Charlie what I had planned, he denined.