Chapter 1: My Soul is going to Forks

New story! Please be kind and tell me everything you thought about this story. I thought it would be interesting for Bella to see souls since she always told Edward he has a soul. Now she can really tell him once she sees him about his soul.

Bags?

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Headphones attached to ipod?

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Wuthering Heights?

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I have everything ready to go to Forks to live with my dad. I looked up from checking my things to see my mom blubbering, saying things about not wanting her baby to go. I subtly glanced up behind her head to see a see-through half body of my mom, hovering above her head a bit and the bottom half attached to her back. I could see part of it crying from me going before switching over to ideas about a new hobby, then thoughts of more alone time, and then repeating the crying again. It was restless and child-like and it wanted to be anywhere else besides here. It also looked like a lot younger version of my mom with its short brown hair and blue eyes filled with child wonder.

The being was also my mom's soul.

Renee pulled me into one last hug and I headed off to board the plane, happy to get away from Phoenix, Arizona.

Once I was on the plane, I glanced around me, seeing bodies of the people on the plane floating behind them. Some were tired, while others were filled with excitement for flying. I settled into my seat, pulling out my ipod to listen to instead of the chattering on the plane, when a stewardess came up to me. Her red painted lips pulled back into a wide smile as she greeted me.

"Can I get you anything?" she asked me sweetly and with nothing but kindness blanketing her tone. I glanced up behind her head, making sure she didn't notice.

"I just want to get off this stupid ass plane and go home. God, I hope this bitch doesn't want anything. I should have gone into something else instead of flying around everywhere," her soul complained as it crossed its arms and turned its black haired head away from me.

I shook my head in the negative and watched as she walked away, angry soul and all. I was pressed up against a window and two people sat next to me, a light brown haired male and a dark blonde hair woman. From the rings on their fingers, I could tell they were married and to each other.

"I can't wait till I get home. I get to see Andrew again and I'm sure he will tell me how school went. Oh, this was our first time leaving him alone. I hope he is okay. I'm sure he is fine, but I still can't help but to worry about him," the woman's soul chattered away as it worried about an Andrew that I'm guessing is her son.

"Can't wait till I get back to work. I can have more fun with that girl in management. I hope she is still all hot and wanting for me when I get back. Thank God Danny doesn't know about this, she would divorce me and take everything. Have to keep this a secret for as long as I can. Mmm, maybe that little blonde intern would like to have an 'interview' with me and I can see how well 'suited' she is for the job," the man's soul was absolutely disgusting and I felt bad for this woman too. I took a harder glance at the man's soul only to see it had a darker look around the edges to it. It also was becoming uglier as the minutes ticked on with its rambling about his affairs.

The woman's however, had a healthy glow to it, basking in its own happiness. It was completely oblivious to its husband's soul's affairs.

I quickly blasted my ipod, Coldplay blaring through my eardrums and closed my eyes, already wishing that I was in Forks.

A hand started to shake my shoulder, waking me up to the sound of P!nk blaring through my speakers. The kind woman who was sitting next to me during the flight was shaking me. I removed the headphones from my ears to look at her, blinking the sleep out of my eyes.

She smiled softly at me, "We have arrived in Seattle sweetie." I nodded and started to stretch my arms as I looked around the plane at other people waiting patiently to get the okay on getting up.

"She looks like such a sweet girl. Oh, I wish I had had a girl too. I love Andrew, but I want another child too. A little girl that is a sweetie too," the woman's soul was looking at me with adoration and want in her eyes. I ignored the soul though, feeling a bit embarrassed by the compliment. I didn't dare look at the man's soul again.

I kept my headphones in and grabbed my stuffy, avoiding the different kinds of people with their souls hovering above their heads. I don't really like looking at other people's souls much, unless I really wanted to know what they are talking, well thinking, about.

I can see a person's soul. I could see a person's soul since birth. The only thing that has changed is my knowledge of everything about a person's soul. See, a soul is very complicated. It has all the information about a person, the true information mind you, that others don't see. I can see whether a person is bad or good judging by their… glow… I guess you could call it. If a person is good or makes good choices in life, their skin gives off a healthy, golden glow, indicating that they are going up when they die. If a person is bad, however, their soul almost resembles a monster. The bad souls have a black tint to them and look sickly. Depending on what bad deed they do, it changes their looks. A druggie has a black tint to it because of the greed and lust for more drugs, so it has sickly thin, papery skin with all the bones jutting out, a crazed look in their eyes, and it's always jittery or twitching. On the other hand, if I saw a murderer's soul, the soul would have the blackest tint to it with blood staining its skin and clothes. It would have a forever cruel look to it with a predatory glint in the eyes, chains would also be wrapped around the wrists and neck, indicating that there is no doubt that their soul is going down once they die.

I mentally shook my head out of my musings about souls, not really wanting to think more or go into the more complicated things. I looked around for the slightly familiar soul that I hadn't seen since I was little. I smiled once I saw the tired, yet happy soul with dark brown hair. His healthy golden glow shown like a beacon for me as its calm presence just hovered there. I started to walk towards it, knowing that it was my dad's soul that I was seeing.

Charlie, my dad, has always had an easy going soul that didn't like to fight a whole lot, but would if necessary. His soul allowed people to trample all over him, but he didn't mind much unless it struck a chord in him. Mom always hit a sore spot and his soul would get a nervous, defensive look in his eyes.

I watched as his soul brightened up when Charlie finally found me, but it also became a bit more nervous too. Charlie was always awkward with me, but I like to believe that is because we have the same personality.

"Hey kiddo, um, I'll get your bags for you," Charlie stated, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck. I nodded my head, shifting from foot to foot, not sure what to say.

How are you?

Too cliché.

What have you been up to?

Nah, sounds too dumb to me.

Best to keep silent in situations like this.

We walked over to baggage claim and waited till my bag came down. Charlie grabbed my bag once he saw it drifting among the other bags. We walked out of the airport, still not saying a word. Once we were in his cruiser, seat belts on and him turning the car on did he speak, "It's good to see you again Bells."

"It's good to see you too dad," I replied. I watched as his soul got a bit embarrassed. The rest of the car ride was silent.

When we started to pull into the drive, I saw an ancient red truck sitting in the drive. I looked over at Charlie, wondering if someone was here. He got even more nervous than before.

He cleared his throat, "Bella, I got you a truck as a welcome back present." I looked back at the truck, developing a kind of fondness for the old thing. I could tell it would need a lot of work, but I was willing to develop a new hobby by buying car books and saving money so I could fix it up. I could also tell that it would protect me no matter what. No car would win against my ancient truck.

I hugged him as soon as I got out of the car. "Thanks dad, I love it." I ran over to the truck then, inspecting every little rust spot and little dent in its frame. I was already planning everything out for it and what I would need once I got my hands on some books.

I headed inside and up to where my room used to be. I opened my door to see the same room I had had for years and it didn't look like anything has changed since I left either. I saw Charlie standing there awkwardly besides my bag. "Well, ah, I'll let you get unpacked," he said, rubbing his finger under his nose before heading for the door.

The one good thing about Charlie is that he pretty much leaves you alone.

I sat down on the bed, looking around at the old room. It really hadn't changed since I was a little girl.

I heard a rumble from down below from a car. I looked out the window to see a truck pulling up into our drive. Since I didn't feel like seeing who they were and I really was in no mood to talk to them, I closed my curtains and locked my door.

I went back to my bed, determined to get some sleep because tomorrow, I have my first day of school to look forward too.

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