What If?

Today is the day I'm going to Forks High School. I am so excited. Not. I have a million questions. What will it be like? Will my classmates be nice or nasty?

I got home from the hospital a month ago. I found out that my house is exactly the same, but Charlie is not Charlie. Or what I mean to say is, my dad is now known as Eric. I still don't know if I am Bella or Crystal, but I intend to figure out.

"Crys, it's time to go to school!" Charlie/Eric disturbed my musings. "If you spend one more minute in your bedroom, we are going to be late!"

"Coming, Ch – Eric, I mean, Dad!" This is really confusing. Not only does the new Charlie saunter, but he also is in to emotional stuff and father to daughter talks. He also hates fishing and doesn't eat anything. Not as in the chips and soda for meals, but as in the real thing, as in starving yourself. As far as I'm concerned, that is just wrong.

"Crys!" Charlie/Eric broke into my thoughts again. "Come on! You spent twenty-eight minutes in your bedroom! How long does it take you to do your hair?"'

"Coming, Coming!"

I hurried down the stairs before he could say anything else. At first, Eric was sweet and caring, but then, he got more and more impatient. He sometimes got so mad, I swear I could see red in his dark brown eyes, which I told myself was my imagination. Now, I'm starting to doubt myself.

Hurrying down the last steps, I ran into the kitchen, grabbed a granola bar and my lunchbox, and rushed out the front door. As I slammed the door shut…

"Hey, what did you do that for?"

I spun around and gasped. Eric was right in front of me, but that wasn't the reason for my sharp intake of breath. I slammed the door on him. Sure, Eric seemed fine, but the door wasn't. It was smashed into pieces, and I could see where his hand smashed through a board.

"I umm… I sort of fell… and I was holding something!" Eric stuttered, finally getting to what he was going to say.

I raised one eyebrow skeptically. "Where is that 'something' then, hmm? And why is the shape of your hand in the door?"

"Umm… I… it… it fell… and then I picked it up and threw it?" His answer came out sounding like a question.

"What, pray tell, is the size and shape of your hand?" I pressed him. He was getting flustered; I didn't need superpowers to know that.

"Umm?" was his brilliant answer.

I let the topic drop and looked at the time. "Eric, look at the time! I'm fourteen minutes late!"

Eric looked annoyed for some unknown reason. Though I'm pretty sure it's because I worry about getting on time at school instead of why my father's hand can break through doors like bread.

"Come on then, I'll send you." He always seems to forget that I have my own car but when I told him I had a car and was capable of driving myself, he scoffed. "That old piece of metal?" and shook his head.

After that, I gave up the hope of ever driving my car again.

I got into Eric's car and buckled myself in, wondering what Forks High would be like.