Twilight - Fire & Ice

The diner

When I woke up in the morning, the recent events of me getting lost in the woods seemed like a mere dream. For a second I believed it was until I moved to get out of bed. The wounds on my leg brought the memories on as fresh as if it had just happened. The bandage on my leg was damp and smelling awful and I knew that meant I should change it.

I carefully got out of bed and headed out of my bedroom to find a first aid kit. Where did people keep these anyways? The first place I thought to look was the bathroom but I had checked while I was putting my hygiene things away yesterday as I was unpacking. As I made my way down the hall I stopped when I saw my sister.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" She asked me.

Sometimes my sister shocked me whenever she spoke to me simply because of how introverted she was.

"I'm actually looking for a first aid kit so I can change my bandage." I responded.

I watched as my sisters eyes lit up.

"I have a first aid kit." She replied.

"Of course you do you clutz, I should've known." I laughed.

I followed my sister up the flight of stairs to the third story where her bedroom was. When I entered I was shocked. Her room was decorated in purple, Bella hated purple.

"Dad did it." She replied before she opened her bedside drawer and took out a rather large first aid kit. "When I get some money though I want to change a few things. Add some brown and green." She replied.

I moved to sit on the edge of her bed and let her do her work. If there was one thing that Bella was good at it was changing band aids. Once it was finished I thanked her. Suddenly the smell of the air caught my attention just moments before the fire alarm went off.

"Oh god." Bella said.

I watched as she took off running from the bedroom. Before I could get down the first flight of stairs I could hear my sister shouting instructions to our father. When I finally made it to the kitchen I could see my sister cleaning a pan. From the looks of the scene it was obvious that our father was trying to cook.

"What did you do now dad?" I laughed as I came and sat down at the table to take some relief off my leg wound.

"I was just trying to make an omelete for you and your sister." He replied innocently.

Bella turned off the water and dropped the pan into the garbage can. There goes one of the frying pans. Somehow all of dads cooking ended in one less pan in the kitchen. I on the other hand have never attempted to cook and never wanted to especially after the kitchen fire that our mother started when Bella and I were 8 years old.

My eyes were trained on my sister as she began walking around the large oversized kitchen and started opened the windows. After she finished opening all the windows in this room she moved to the next and I could hear her opening more windows.

"How about we let this place air out and go have breakfast at the diner" My father suggested.

I rose quickly to my feet, wincing slightly, and went upstairs to get dressed. My father didn't even have to ask me as I loved the diner food. Their breakfast was my favorite, omeletes, hashbrowns, grits, potatoes. My mouth was watering before I was able to reach the stairs.

Once I was upstairs I rifled through my closet to find a outfit I could wear that wouldn't bother my wound. I ended up picking my black tutu with my red lips shirt and red belt. I didn't want to show my scars so I added black sheer leggings, which in turn made my outfit look alot better. After I was finished getting dressed I went to brush my hair and froze when I saw the spot where my hair was ripped out yesterday.

This isn't bad, its just a small step back. I thought over and over until I calmed down. I was too young to have a bald spot, this couldn't be happening to me. I did the best I could to try and fix my hair but it was a futile. Several times I attempted to try and hide my bald spot by brushing my hair over it but it was no use. This called for extreme measures. Going into the bathroom I looked under the sink and grabbed the box that I kept my clip in extentions in. Once I brushed them out and curled them to match my hair I parted my line and clipped them in.

After I finished my hair I looked at myself in the mirror. I turned my head right and turned it to the left and was satisfied. I couldn't even tell where the bald spot was. I coated my lips with a clear balm and then left my bathroom where I slipped into my heels. I could imagine it now, my father sassing over me wearing heels while my leg was still injured. Smirking, I grabbed my purse and headed downstairs.

"What on earth is on your feet!" My father gasped as he was standing by the door.

Just as I predicted and not a moment too soon.

"They are shoes daddy." I replied as I walked over to his side.

Bella came in from the other room, dusting her shirt off before she rubbed her hands free of the dirt and dust.

"Well the windows in every room are open so the house should clear out soon." Bella said before she stopped. I saw her eyes gaze over me and then look to dad to was holding her keys and then she moaned. "Dad not the diner." She sighed.

"Come on Bells its been almost a year since you've been there." My dad said as he opened the front door.

As I was about to follow him outside I stopped and froze. There were two pairs of keys hanging there.

"Hey dad, what are these for?" I asked as I plucked the keys from hook.

My dad walked back to my side and took the keys from my hand before he turned them over. He expressed that they most likely went to a car and we ended up exploring the garage which held two automobiles. The one that caught my attention whole-heartedly was the 1968 ford mustang. The pain had been restored to a shiny red and the middle had a double white strip running the length of the car.

"Can we drive these?" Bella asked. I looked over at her and saw her running her hand along the exterior of what I could only guess was a 1963 Chevy StepSide C-10 pickup.

Our father walked over and began looking at the cars before giving in. He, like me, favorite the mustang. I asked him if I could have it to use for school and he agreed. Bella asked for the truck which he willingly agreed to. After that was solved my father let me drive the 'stang to the diner. It was a standard manual with a old school clutch but I was able to handle it.

I could tell it hadn't been used in a while because it stuck alot but once I got into town it was smoother on the up shifting and down shifting. I parked in the front of the diner and got out. Immeadiately heads turn but looked away once they saw it was a local, but not before waving. When we entered we were quickly greeted by the waitress Blaire.

Blaire was a african america female who, from the words of my father, had been working here as a waitress since she was a teen about my and my sisters age. She was currently in her late twenties. Blaire was one of the few locals who knew both my parents and watched me and my sister grow up each year we came to visit our father for our breaks.

"Right this way." She said greeting us to a table. She placed menu's before us and then disappeared momentarily only to come back with drinks. Like normal she brought me my ginger ale, Bella her iced tea and my father his pepsi. "Your father is here every Thursday." she smiled as she took out her pad and pen.

"Steak and berry cobbler." I mumbled, recalling the memories of what our dad used to eat whenever we would visit him and he would take us to the diner. We always came on Thursdays because that is when he got off before dinner. Every other day of the week he would work until 8pm. "Can i get the-"

"Country breakfast, extra bacon hold the tomatoes." Blaire answered for me. "And for Bella the veggie omelette with extra red peppers and a hint of paprica."

Charlie chuckled to himself.

"Well I guess I don't need to tell you what I want now do I?" He said to her.

Blaire pursed her lips as she shook her head,

"I've worked here long enough to know exactly what you want and how you want it." She said with a wink.

After she disappeared to go and take in the orders a boy and girl walked in. I had seen them a few times before at the diner but never had a reason to talk to them. Now that I would be going to Forks High I thought it might be good to introduce myself. They looked to be about my age if not a year younger or year older.

I rose to my feet and walked over to the table where they had sat down.

"Hi, I'm Sophia." I said kindly.

The girl and boy looked up.

"Uh hi." The girl said. "I'm Jessica and this is my-"

"Friend." The boy said as he rose to his feet. He wiped his hands on his jeans and held it out towards me. "I'm friend Jessica... I mean I'm Jessica's friend, my name is Mike." he said, flushing slightly.

I shook his hand.

"I just moved here with my sister Bella and will be starting up at Forks Monday." I added as I pointed over at the table where my father and dad were sitting.

"Oh so you are Charlie Swans daughter." he said.

I nodded my head.

"Your food is at your table, I think you should go." The girl named Jessica said.

I turned to look and sure enough my food was there and I was starving. I said goodbye to them both and walked back to the table where I sat down and dove right into my meal. Every few bites I moaned happily as the flavour burst in my mouth. I loved the diner food, it was so yummy and delicious. Once I was finished I set down my fork and knife and drank down my ginger ale to settle my stomach.

One of the many perks of ginger ale, aside the fact it tasted quite amazing. It did wonders on the stomach when paired up with saltine crackers. I remember the year I got the stomach flu, saltines and ginger ale were my best friend.

"Dad" I began as I looked up from the table. My father looked up at me and nodded his head. This was his sign of acknowledgement when he was eating. "Thank you for letting us come and live with you."