Twilight ReWritten

Chapter One
My mother drove me to the airport; a feeling of concern and longing exuded deeply from her. Honestly, I was sad to leave Phoenix. I had grown up there. It was my home. I looked outside the window of the car to catch the last glimpses I could of the city. It was seventy-five degrees outside and the sky was absolutely cloudless; a brilliant blue. I loved the heat and the dryness. I loved the vigorousness of the sprawling city. I would miss all that Phoenix had to offer. As a farewell gesture I decided that I would wear my favorite shirt; a sleeveless, white eyelet lace. Considering the sunny weather of Arizona I suppose it would seem silly that I brought a parka as my carry-on item. It would be needed where I was heading.
“Bella, are you sure you want to go? You know you don’t have to do this.” It was the last of a thousand times that my mom would ask me this question before I got on the plane. As I studied her face I once again noticed how much the two of us looked alike, although, she did have short hair as opposed to my longer hair and laugh lines that I lacked. As I looked into her wide child-like eyes a wave of panic swept over me and I felt myself drowning in a sea of emotion and unsurety. What was I doing? How could I leave my dear, loving, erratic, harebrained mother? Why had I come to the decision of leaving? Before all the maddening questions could take hold of me, I felt reason and sensibility soothe their way back into my mind. Mom had Phil now. They would be going on frequent, long, extended trips and I felt I needed more stability than that. Things would be easier this way; for both of us. I had concluded that I would exile myself to Forks and live with my dad, Charlie.
The small town of Forks is found in the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington State. It exists under a near constant cover of clouds. It rains on this inconsequential town more than any other place in the United States of America. It was from this same town and its gloomy, pervasive shade that my mother escaped with me when I was only a few months old. Ever since then I had been persuaded to spend a month every summer there, at least until I was fourteen. Then I put my foot down. I hated the dismal atmosphere of Forks just as much as my mother did so instead, for the past three summers, Charlie vacationed with me in California for two weeks.