Forks

                                    

                                          
Moving to Forks was more difficult than I first thought. I expected it to be a fast and easy process while I thought that in the original Bella only joined highschool in January because she made her choice then. But that wasn't the case. We agreed about the move in September and it took us half a year to be able to really make it. 
But then what was the problem? We had so many things to pack? Charlie had to prepare the house for us to be livable? Or it took months to break the news to Reneé? Well none of that.
The issue was the school itself. As it appeared transferring into another training facility in the middle of the year was a lot more difficult than in between two semesters. At the office they made a big fuss about our schedule and how they will transfer our educational progress, not to mention that Forks is in another state! They weren't helpful at all. They made every small detail into a ten page paperwork and when they finally finished it all it was january. Oh joy bureaucracy.
So after all this unnecessary delay, on a pale sunny morning we were heading to our fateful flight to Washington. Bella sat at the front, entertaining Reneé, while I was at the back leaning into my palm as I watched the over running scenery.
"Girls, you know you really don't have to do this." Our mother told us for the hundredth of time.
"Mom, we didn't suffer with it for half a year just to change our minds at the last second." I told her in a flat tone.
"I know... but... to think my sweet girls are moving out... It's so soon." Our mother sniffer emotionally.
"We are just going to live with Charlie. It's not like we are moving out for real." Bella tried to reassure her as easy going as her lying abilities let her. 
She wasn't horrible at it but the way she fidgeted with the straps of her bag told me just how unwilling she really was.
"At least try calling Charlie dad, okay?" Renée chuckled a bit.
The comment made my sister blush embarrassed. It wasn't entirely her fault that she couldn't call her own father as dad. Yes it was shitty that she distanced herself so badly that she called him by name but if mom never divorced then she never grew to be a stranger from her own parent. I quickly hushed away that thought and went back to my uncaringness. It was all too late anyway.
At the airport we pulled our two smaller suitcases to the gates that led us to our destined plane. We didn't have much package to bring since we sent everything in advance while the school sat on our transfer papers.
"Take care Bella, Iza. Write to me as soon as you land." Our mom kissed both of us at our temple.
"We will. Love you." We said our goodbye in unison and with that we were off to go.
The flight itself wasn't as bad as I thought. It was long of course but with good music it passed. We had only one minor turbulence so the five year old kids didn't scream through the whole journey.
We landed early in the afternoon. Outside the sky was cloudy but it didn't rain. A cold breeze hit me and I shook delightedly from the sensation. Goodbye hellish desert and welcome humid heaven, I smiled.
"Charlie came with his work car." Bella muttered to me silently.
I followed her gaze and I quickly spotted our father standing next to a police cruiser. His work car as my sister called it because he was the police chief of Forks.
"Remember, call him dad and not Charlie." I smiled a bit smugly and walked in his direction.
We exchanged a short but easy hug then he turned to hug Bella awkwardly.