After the devastating death of her best friend, Caroline Swan moves back in with her father, Charlie Swan, and older sister, Bella Swan. Because of Caroline's rambunctious, sarcastic, and witty attitude, secrets begin to unearth themselves, leaving...
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The stuffy, questionable, dusty study that had belonged to my father, Chief Charlie Swan, had been transformed by Jacob Black, a young family friend, and the change was truly remarkable. As I entered the room, I couldn't help but notice the stunning canopy bed that was perfectly placed in the center. The walls were painted in a soothing light blue color, which added a serene and welcoming ambiance to the space. A beautifully crafted dresser was positioned on the left side of the bed, while a sleek nightstand sat on the right. But what truly caught my attention was the bookshelves that covered the entire wall opposite the window. The shelves were filled with an impressive collection of books, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration for the room. I made a mental note to thank Jacob for making the study, now my room, actually liveable and welcoming. I suppose growing up with two older sisters had done a number on him when my dad informed me that Jacob had picked everything out himself.
Despite the mild temperature in my room, I found myself feeling hot and sweaty. To cool down, I decided to turn on the ceiling fan and opened the window to let in a refreshing breeze. With the cooling sensation slowly taking over my senses, I decided to tackle the daunting task of unpacking my luggage. To my surprise, I managed to unpack both my suitcase and carry-on bag within a mere two hours. This accomplishment left me feeling proud of myself for being so efficient and organized.
As I dug deeper into my suitcase, I finally stumbled upon the final item that I had been looking for. It was a picture frame that held great sentimental value for me. Inside the frame was a photo of Trishton and me sitting on a bench in a park in Mexico, both holding ice cream cones and laughing. The memory of that day brought a bittersweet feeling to my heart, as I couldn't help but recall the moment when my ice cream was about to slip onto him. Despite the sadness that I felt, I couldn't help but smile at the fond memory that the photo represented.
My best friend, Trishton De Lucas, with his sandy-blonde mussed hair, athletic build, and height of 6' 2'' that towered over my smaller frame. We both had a similar splay of freckles across our noses and tanned, but simultaneously, oddly pale skin in certain patches. Inside the glass frame, my eyes were closed as I leaned on Trishton, laughing as he looked at me with amusement, his lips parted mid-laugh. I smiled softly, running my thumb over the wooden frame -that my Abuelo had carved himself for me- when Charlie called me downstairs.
I set the frame on the nightstand gingerly, counteracting my erratic actions as I slipped on the top stair and gave myself a heart attack as I stumbled down the rest, my eyes wide as I straightened, brushing off my near-death experience. "You beckoned, father?" I gave an overly-posh accent with it, enjoying having my father back around. We didn't have a very emotional-based relationship, instead, centered around our quirky humor and similar distaste for most things.
"Yeah. Your sister wants you to go over to the Cullens for dinner," he said with a poorly disguised frown of distaste, "I said it was up to you, kid." I groaned, hating that I had the option and that Charlie just couldn't make the choice for me.
