Bella's POV (Point Of View)
I'd never given much thought to my life, I just lived for the sake of it.
I was wearing a random shirt, jeans and my carry on blue hoodie.
I was moving, actually I am moving.
In the northwest Washington State, a town named Forks exists under constant cover of rain. It rains here more than any other place in the United States of America. It was from this town and its gloomy, omnipresent shade that I escaped with my 5(five) brothers.
It was to Forks that I now exiled myself— an action that I took with great horror. I detested Forks. I loved Phoenix though. I loved the sun and the blistering heat. I loved the city.
"Bella,"my second brother Adrian states — the last of a thousand times. "You don't have to do this." I felt a little pained as I stared at my brother's tired childlike eyes. How could I leave my brothers?
Noah, Adrian, Alcander and Aidan were all huge business tycoons. They had it all but I wanted to move, well not really. But here I am, leaving to my oldest brother.
Of course they won't have their annoying little sister around, no one to annoy the living hell out of. No one to take matters into hand and order them around, but still... "I want to go," I lied. I'd always been a bad liar, but I'd been saying this lie so frequently that it sounded almost convincing now. "You can come home whenever ", my brother states as he pulled me to his chest.
He held me tightly for a minute, and then I left, and he was gone. It's a four-hour flight from Phoenix to somewhere, another hour up to Angeles, and then an hour drive back down to Forks.
Nothing really bothered me; the hour in the car with Xavier, though, I was a little worried about. Xavier had really been nice about the whole thing. Xavier is an introvert, only goofs around with me. He's the distant kind of brother, hence him living here. Xavier is the type of business tycoon who only works. He seemed genuinely pleased that I was coming to live with him for the first time. He'd already gotten me registered for high school. But it was sure to be awkward with him. Maybe or maybe not.
Neither of us was what anyone would call verbose, and I didn't know what there was to say regardless. I knew he was more than a little confused by my decision — like my brothers before me, I hadn't made a secret of my distaste for Forks. When I landed, it was raining. I didn't see it as an omen — just unavoidable. I'd already said my goodbyes to the sun.
