Intro
My erratic mother's torn face, wet with tears of sorrow but excitement for a new adventure, still fills my head as my beautiful Arizona home shrinks below my eyes which gaze out of this port-hole in front of me.
"Attention passengers, this is you co-pilot speaking. We thank you for flying with us today and will make this trip as short and comfortable for you as possible. We have reached our maximum altitude and so you are free to move about the cabin."
My mother remarried a year ago to Phil, a minor league baseball player. He's a nice guy, but most importantly keeps my mom happy and stable. Have I mentioned she's a little… crazy and wild with energy? Anyways, she's been dying to go on the road with him, but has been planted here in Arizona with me, so I'm removing myself from the picture. I'll go live with my dad in the middle of no-where for two years, before I go to college, while my mother can happily traipse the world, or at least the U.S., with Phil.
And that's where this flight is taking me to, the green middle of nowhere, a.k.a. Forks, Washington. That is unless this two-hour flight doesn't kill me first. For some reason the A.C. must not be working, or they've forgotten that cramming 50 people in a small area with no fresh air can not only be suffocating but can also encourage disease to spread. As if that wasn't bad enough, the oversized, late-50s man beside me is letting his eyes wonder freely up and down my Arizona-warm-weather-clothed body. I grab my jacket from my carry-on and place it over myself while giving him my "f*ck off b*stard" look. It worked.
Looking back out the pitiful excuse for a window, my mind turns back to the green, wet hell that awaits me. My mother left Charlie, I mean dad, when I wasn't even a year old. Since then my once frequent visits have crumbled into biyearly gifts sent, one for Christmas and one for birthdays. Charlie, like myself, doesn't mind being by himself and doesn't like emotions, too much for him to handle, again, much like myself. But, I'm sure he has emotions, and is able to be hurt. Has my absence hurt him? Or will he just be happy to have me back?
My mind wonders on, worrying and questioning what lies ahead. A voice above announces our final descent. I gather my things, thankful to be away from the perv next to me. Our plane lands and pulls into one of the few airplane slots. Port Angeles has a very small airport.
I step off my plane, take a deep breath, and walk to the terminal where Charlie will be waiting. Let the next step in my life begin.