I posted this story a long time ago, but in an angry fit for some reason decided to delete my account. So here it is again, with a new name, some new parts and possibly some new chapters. Let me know what you think. :)
I stared out the window on the jet blue airplane, my bright sunny Nashville was soon to be left behind and I felt like I was being shipped off to England all over again. I had moved so many time in my life, I couldn't begin to count and I was sure this would end up being just another mistake. I didn't want to leave, I didn't even know what I was gonna do. My father wasn't coming with me.. he was just gonna leave me to go live with my mother who I only knew for less then a year of my life. It wasn't her fault I suppose, my dad was the one who wanted to escape La Push, for reasons he never fully filled me in on. I received birthday cards every year on October 31st - sending her love and love from a half brother I've never met before and it couldn't really fill the gap in my heart or stop the nervous and almost vomit inducing feeling I felt about going there.
The plane hadn't taken off yet, and I knew if I got off now I could stay here with my real family.. I put my hand on the black leathery seat in front of to help myself up, this caused the loose sleeve on my gray cardigan to roll down and the only thing my eyes could focus on were the big blue and green colored bruises and fading scars from cuts covering it. I quickly pulled my sleeve back up and sat again, now remembering the reason why I needed to leave. Why I needed to go to Washington Forks, to live in La Push with my mother and my half brother, Embry. It was because Jeremy couldn't get me there, because I wouldn't need to be paranoid, staring over my shoulder waiting for his next attack. That was the only reason that I kept myself on that plane so I could be 2,588 miles- around 1 day and 17 hours away from my true nightmare. Most of the flight went by in a blur, I remember food passing my lips but I couldn't tell you what it was I ate, I remember parts of a romance movie which ended in tragedy, but my puffy tear stained eyes could have told you that. I was lucky to not be sitting next to one of those weird people who stare at you, or drool on your shoulder and there was also no annoying children kicking my seat or running up and down the aisle screaming.
The flight was reasonably small, when I fell asleep there was maybe only 20 people residing in the airplane. Somewhere along the lines of my slumber we made a stop because once I was awoken there were at least 50 people sitting around me. I dug around in my purse till I found my ipod, I untangled the headphones and violently pushed them in my ears in an attempt to ignore the noise around me and somehow salvage maybe a few last hours of sleep before I arrived. I groaned when I heard the flight attendant over the intercom, "Ladies and Gentlemen we are now landing in Forks Washington, [at some airport that I can't remember the name of], this is flight #blah blah blah blah, thank you flying with jet blue!" If it wasn't obvious, I was easily annoyed. I grabbed my carryon bags and threw my ipod back into one of them, and buckled myself in as I waited to land.
Once I got off of the crowded plane, I realized I had no idea who I was looking for. Every time I had gotten off an airplane, my dad was either there with me or waiting for me inside. I suddenly felt sick again as I shook my long blonde hair out of my face and continued inside to collect my luggage. After I had all four bags and my carryon bags collected in my arms I stood there dumbfounded. Hoping someone would see me and come to my rescue, and in that moment as if my wish came true I saw a tall man, he was obviously native with short black hair and man was he buff plus tall as hell. Another one followed suit behind him, he looked younger and although he was a bit shorter and barely had any muscles as far as I could tell, he wore more of a light hearted expression, then the other who seemed almost angry and annoyed with everything around him. Behind both of them followed a much shorter women, she was native too but much older with long dark brown hair reaching almost her stomach, her eyes were the same color blue as mine. The second my eyes met hers, I knew she was my Mother. My heart started to race out of control and I wanted to run- but I stayed.
The older man reached me first and he stuck out his hand, "Hello Im Sam, it's nice to meet you." He said sounding annoyed to even be near me, I said nothing back to him as he grabbed two of my bags and took off in the direction in which he came. The next greeting was more awkward as who I assumed was Embry approached me. He wasn't a bad looking kid, and both of our looks obviously came from our mother since I could have sworn we had the same nose, and the same face structure, it was an awkward thing to see, my brother being so much different then I could have imagined, my skin was pale compared to his although I had a tan body. "Hey Dakota," He said with a small smile, and I could tell he felt just as awkward as I did as he gave me a small hug and picked up my other two bags following the other man out of the airport. My mother ran over to hug and I hugged her back, it was nice and strange and I wasn't sure how to feel. She looked at me and smiled, "We can talk about everything later, right now Im just glad you're here, now lets get on back to La Push and get you settled in." I smiled at her, and was tempted to say, "I think im glad I'm here too." but instead I held it in. I felt if I began to talk I would have a breakdown, for too many reasons, and all at one time.
