Disclaimer: I don't own twilight(duh!) but it's getting close to Christmas so maybe if Stephanie wants she can give me something veerrrryyyy ssspppeeeccciiiaaall…………. A teddy bear!!! lolz
Summary
I looked in to his eyes. Deep, deep into his eyes. What was he hiding from me? He promised he would tell me everything about him. He says he's in love with me, but he hasn't touched me, actually, he's never touched me, not even a peck on the cheek. He looks at me with fury when I'm not looking at him. All I ask is… why?
Off To School Again
I was going to start school. Again. It was the 4th time I've changed schools. But I guess that isn't so bas compared to other people. I was in the airplane looking out the window thinking of all the friends I was leaving. Janie, Gabriella, and Angie. They were my best friends. I sighed as I thought about my new home. New school. Not only that, but I had left my very best friend, the sun, and was going to be face to face with my enemy, the rain. Yay. But who's complaining? I tried not to say anything bad or make a face whenever my mother or father said something about our new home, Forks. I didn't always succeed in not making a face so my parents had a clue about me not liking Forks.
"Bella, honey, I'm sorry, but we have to do this," my mother, Renee, said to me. Her eyes full of only concern for me. She sat next to me on the airplane. I had the window seat. Lucky me, clouds.
"No, Mom, I know, and I'm fine, really," I told her, trying to keep a straight face. lying isn't my hobby, but dealling with sympothy isn't either. Life isn't fair. Life isn't fair, I thought in my head. Then, sacrifices, sacrifices. And finally, for Mom and Charlie, Mom and Charlie.
"Bella," she said, hugging me. "I know it's going to be a little hard, but you're always excellent at making friends!"
I sighed. That wasn't true at all. I was always an outcast. I never really care, though. I never dreamt of running in a pack. I always flew solo in my life. Renee is my best friend, yet she doesn't understand me all the time. Other times she teases me saying that I'm an open book.
My mom played with my hair as I slowly drifted to a dreamless slumber.
"Please fasten your seatbelt. We will be preparing a slow decent to Seattle, Washington," the captain said, waking me up.
"Hi, honey," she said. "How was your sleep?"
"Uncomfortable," I said, rubbing my back.
"You missed the snack! But that's okay, I know you don't like pretzels," she said. I noticed her hand was still in my hair. I giggled.
"Especially not airplane pretzels," I said.
The rest of the trip passed like a blink. It was pretty much just boring. But, finally, we got to Forks.
I unpacked and went to bed. I was tired as heck. I knew the next morning I would start school. Ugh. School. I thought about all the new faces and suddenly felt claustrophobic. That's me, ordinary, clumsy, and claustrophobic. How lucky. I closed my eyes in frustration. Then, suddenly, I was asleep.