Tw*l*ght rewritten

So basically I’m taking Tw*light, and rewriting it, a couple pages at a time. It will be slow posting, but I’ll do my best! This may become discontinued at any time as my brain can only handle so much SHIT.

UPDATE: This will only be updated when I’m super bored, since nothing I can do will save Tw*l*ght from it’s own shittiness.

1. First Sight

My mom drove me to the airport with the windows rolled down. It was seventy-five degrees in Phoenix, the sky was a perfect shade of blue, dusted with puffy white clouds. I sighed, this might be the last time I ever enjoy the sun on my bare arms, I thought as I considered where I was going; a tiny town called Forks, where, apparently, it rains more than it shines. The only thing special about Forks is the constant threat of wetness. Ick. My mom left Forks with me when I was only a few months old, and made me go back to visit my dad, Charlie, ever summer until I was fourteen. That was when I’d finally had enough of the boring little town, and made Charlie come with me to California every summer.

But it was to this dreary town that I was now headed, much to my distaste. I love Phoenix. I love the sun and the heat, I love the huge, bustling city and the constant movement.

“Bella,” my mom said, “You don’t have to do this…”

“But mom, I want to go!” I lied. I’ve always been a bad liar, but I’d repeated this lie so many times that it was starting to sound true. I still felt bad about leaving mom. I’ve always taken care of her, really. Of course, she has Phil, her new husband, to pay the bills and watch out for her, but still…

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