Arriving
Mrs. Dunnigan drove me to the airport with the window rolled down to let in a breeze. It was 75 degrees in Phoenix, the sky a brilliant blue, uninterrupted by clouds. I was wearing my favorite shirt -sleeveless, white eyelet lace; i wore it to say farewell, farewell warm weather. Farewell to the Flower Shop where I spent so many hours. Farewell to the orphanage I grew up in. Farewell to the elementary school were I had my first crush. Farewell to the high school where my heart had been stolen, broken, then fixed again. Farewell to the fountain where I first met him. Farewell to the restaurant where he finally asked me. Farewell to the beach where I planned to marry him. Farewell to the tree under which he told me he was going to I- "Bella, we're here," Mrs. Dunnigan said, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Well, bye then, I guess," I said, I had never been really good with goodbyes.
"Yeah, I'll miss you," she told me, giving me a quick hug before heading back to her car.
The flight to England was long enough for me to read the two books I had brought with me. I sighed as the plane neared England and the beautiful sky became more and more crowded with ugly gray clouds. I saw a young man wearing a brown suit holding up a sign with the words Isabella Swan written on them.
I walked over to him and said, "hi, I'm Isabella Swan, but call me Bella."
He smiled at me, "hello Bella I'm Anthony." But his eyes cruelly told me about how unwelcome I was at wherever he was taking me.
"This way," he said, and he led me to a long black limo.
The limo too, was cold and unwelcoming. He opened the door for me and got in, he sat across from me, he stared at me the entire ride, I could feel his eyes on me, but he didn't talk, for that I was grateful, though I doubt he did it for me, he was just too outraged by my presence to speak. I don't know why he was outraged, but he was, I could feel it in his eyes.