Charlie Swan's Journal

Charlie Swan's Private Journal
It's been a long time since I kept one of these. In fact, maybe this is the first, to be honest. Police logs don't count, they're not the same. It's not like I can't write, I just usually don't. But having Bella back here, with me, in this house... well, it means more than I can really say. I'm not that great with words, really, but I'm going to try. I was completely taken by surprise when she called to tell me she was coming, not just for a visit, but to live with me. Here. In Forks. I checked the sky real careful, just to make sure I wasn't about to get hit by lightning, but I guess that wouldn't make sense, cause it don't generally strike twice in the same place, and Bella coming back to live was the first strike.

But no, she's really here, she's enrolled at the high school, and as far as I can tell, she's fitting in pretty good. You know what I mean? Teenage girls aren't always easy to read, and she does take after her mama in so many ways. I mean, I didn't realize how unhappy Rene was until she.... well, never mind, that's the road I don't want to take. Bella's here, that's what counts. She's making friends, like the Newton boy, and that girl Jessica. I got her a truck of her own to drive, bought it off of Billy, she seems to like it, even though it's nothing snazzy. I think I'll see if Billy has time to go fishing next week. Yeah, that sounds real good.