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Clara Swan, born on October 1st 1988, was the younger daughter of Charlie Swan and Renee Dawyers. Her older sister Isabella was born a year earlier on the 13th of September, 1987. Her parents had divorced when she was just a baby and her mother left to Phoenix in Arizona, bringing her and her sister along.

The girl had always been more outgoing than her sister since childhood and despite their dynamic differences, the two had been inseparable, always playing with one another and never leaving each other's side, even in school. But things slowly shifted as they grew older and Bella let her bitter resentment overtake her judgements. Everywhere they went, it seemed like the younger Swan was the one who made friends got the attention. And while, Clara did try to talk to Bella, it did nothing.

Clara grew up to be a beautiful 16-year-old who had her father's supple, brown and wavy hair. Her orbs were a shade of chocolate and she was neither too tall nor short, standing at a rather average height of 5'4 with a slim build. The girl was witty and kind and always gave out happy, vibes with a sassy undertone. Her favourite things were being lazy, shopping and magazines.

Bella was also beautiful with her silky hair and dark brown eyes. For someone who lived all her life in a place of warm climate, she had a very pale complexion but that could be blamed on he fact that she rarely ever left the house. The older Swan was more introverted and was one of, if not the most, clumsiest person to exist.

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"Clara. Quick, we'll miss the plane!!" Bella shouted (as loud as her quiet self could) to her younger sister before heading inside Phil's vehicle.

Clara tightly hugged her mom, sniffling. "Mom you'll call right?" She asked, wiping away the tears that threatened to spill.

Renee bit her lip to prevent the waterworks and nodded. "Of course baby girl, I'd be a fool not to."

And before they knew it, Bella and Clara boarded the plane and were off to the tiny town named after a utensil. Clara was typing and updating her blog while Bella remained still, holding onto her potted cactus. To anyone else the sisters would seem like they were two random strangers.

The plane ride went on for about a couple of hours before they finally landed.

Clara stretched her arms and groaned. "Oh my back. It's like an old lady's back." She remarked with a sigh.

Bella rolled her eyes. "Just look for Charlie would you?"

"Okey-Dokey." Clara gave a lazy salute and scanned the place. From the corner of her eye she caught the sight of a police cruiser in the midst of a crowd. Who else would have a police cruiser other than her dad?

She turned to that direction and a bright smile came upon her face on seeing him. A 6'0 man with brown hair and a scruffy moustache wearing a police uniform was standing.

"Dad!!" She exclaimed, skipping over to him. She bounced and tackled him to a bone-crushing hug to which Charlie snorted at.

"Hey kiddo." He greeted, "How was the plane?"

"Bad." Clara grimaced, "My 100 year old back is stiff as a rock."

Charlie chuckled and ruffled her hair. He then turned to Bella who was slightly glaring at her younger sister while awkwardly standing.

"Everything fine Bells?" He asked.
"Yeah." She muttered.

Uncomfortable silence hung in the air and Clara winced at the awkward tension that seemed to be getting thicker by the second.

"Let's just get going shall we?" She broke the silence and pointed her thumb towards the cruiser.

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