As I said in the description, this is a short thing I wrote in class in January. I figured it would be fun to put it on here before the release of "Breaking Dawn." This is one of my favorites of what I've written before, and the teacher only wrote "Wow!" on it. I was thinking about continuing it, but if no one is interested, then I'll just mark it as complete. Please write reviews and tell me what you think! I'm also thinking about doing similar things with other characters. I really appreciate feedback, so please send in your reviews after reading it!

Anyway, this is the full and unedited original copy of the originally untitled work I now simply call "Bella at the Airport." I hope you enjoy it!

Forks was a small town in which everyone knew each other, unlike the sprawling city that I was used to living in all the time. I would be a stranger and an outcast in my new, foreign school. It would be like being in a cramped zoo where there are people staring at the animals (me) all the time and pressing their noses against the smudgy windows to get a better look. In short, absolute torture--I realized the horrifying truth.

My hands, resting at my sides, twitched nervously. Although I had felt a driving need to go to Forks for a month every summer, living there for an indefinite time period was a different story altogether. Heading into the crowded airport, I searched cautiously for a familiar face. Where was Charlie? It didn't make sense. He was usually good about being on time, so I couldn't make any sense out of him being late for something so important.

I sighed a little. After searching the area a little, I decided to move to a more open space. This place smelled like a dirty gym sock that had been forgotten long ago. I also figured it would be easier for my dad and I to spot each other where there was at least a little bit of breathing room. But it was mostly the smell.

I took a deep breath of fresh air and sat down on a weathered green couch. The color and the texture of the fake leather reminded me of the seats on a bus that's been in use longer than its driver has been alive, which is definitely saying something. I looked around and suddenly realized how tired these admittedly smelly people were. The bags under their eyes sagged wearily, as if they had been crammed into a way too small seat in coach and couldn't sleep because of the constant crying of a baby or the person next to them talking excessively to whomever would listen to their worn out tales.

The sad part is that it was probably true. Looking at the flight board, I realized that most of them had come here from faraway places and had been on those planes for many hours. I suddenly rememberd that I was supposed to be looking for Charlie. I stood up and entered the bursting throng of people yet again. And then it was dark. It took me a moment to figure out that there were hands over my eyes. "Ch-Dad?"

"That's right!" he said, removing his hands. "Sorry I was late, but I got you a little something. Do you like it?"