As I stood in the backyard of my home in Phoenix, I realized just how much I truly hated this place. It was bright, hot and dry. Add in the fact that I had never called this place home because of the people I lived with; anyone could understand why I wanted to leave this damn desert home.
If you compared my life to all the story characters in the history of telling stories, my life would probably sound a lot like Harry Potter's life. I know that sounds really cliché, but let's look at the facts. I had no mother, and neither did Harry. I lived with my aunt, uncle and cousin, who all hated me my entire life. So did Harry. I was alone at school, and Harry was as well (pre Hogwarts, that is).
Can you see where I had drawn parallels?
Of course, my mother only died recently. For seventeen years (since I was a year old), my mother had been in a coma, caused by a horrible car accident. I was in the car with her.
"Hey, Poison Ivy!" an irritating yet familiar voice called out behind me.
I turned around, towards the house, and saw a brunette, brown-eyed teenage girl emerge from the back door.
Isabella Swan. Bella for short. My cousin.
"Yeah?" I answered, sighing in frustration at the sharpness of her tone.
"Renee and Phil are waiting in the car," she snarled. "We need to go to the airport."
"I know where we're going, Isabella," I taunted. "Believe me, I know."
"Whatever," Bella snapped. "Let's go live with our dad, the sheriff."
Oh yeah. Bella's also my half-sister. Our dad, Charlie Swan, had a relationship with my mom (Bella's aunt). After a few months, they broke it off, and Charlie started dating her sister, Renee. Not long after, my mom found out she was pregnant with me, Ivy a.k.a.: Charlie's daughter. She told him, and he agreed to help raise me, but still continued to date Renee who, two months after I was born, discovered she was pregnant with Bella. My mom gave Renee custody of me if anything happened to her.
Now that I was eighteen (as of December 27th), and my mom had passed away, I had chosen to move away to my dad's house, to get to know him a little better.
Unfortunately, Renee decided she wanted to run off with Phil to Florida. That made Bella decide she wanted to live with Charlie, too.
My life officially sucked.
I followed Bella back through our now vacant house and out the front door to the blue Chevy rumbling in the driveway, ready to go.
"C'mon, let's go!" Phil yelled, annoyed. "We got to get to the damn airport!"
I hurried along and got inside, buckling my seat belt.
"About damn time," Phil growled, pressing the gas as soon Bella was in.
Taking my I-phone out of my pocket, I plugged my headphones into my ears and tried to block out the mother-daughter bickering that passed between Renee and Bella, and the low grumblings of Phil from the front seat. I shuffled through some of my favorite songs and decided to listen to All American Rejects' "Gives You Hell."
The drums and low bass soothed my mind as I watched the car pass bridges and over-passes on the way to the airport. I mentally said good-bye to familiar places that I definitely wouldn't miss. It was a nice sense of closure.
Once at the airport, I climbed out of the car, opened the trunk, and shuffled Bella's stuff around so I could get mine. Taking out my guitar and cello first, and then my violin and duffle bag from the back of the Chevy, I strapped my cello to my back, then sling my duffle bag strap onto my shoulder, wearing it mailman style. After, I grabbed the handles of my guitar case and violin case in each hand.
"I'm surprised you didn't bring your piano," Bella snarked sarcastically.
"Charlie has one at his house, so I didn't bother," I answered back coldly.
Bella glared at me, her expression slightly confused as she asked, "No he doesn't, but even if he did, how would you know?"
"Since I am forbidden from long-distance phone calls, even on my own phone, and computers, Ch-Dad and I have been writing letters to each other. He's excited to se me for the first time since…the accident. He told me in his last letter that he bought a piano for me."
Bella's glare increased ten-fold, as she snapped, "He bought you a piano?!"
I nodded, smirking inwardly at the furious expression on Bella's face. Turning towards the terminal, I walked inside, and made my way to the ticket desk.
An hour later, our flight was called.
While Bella received the warm and loving good-bye from Renee and Phil, I got cold nods and chilly farewells.
More than I was expecting.
"What's dad like?" I asked Bella as we boarded the plane.
"He's okay, I guess," Bella replied, dismissively. "You'll find out when we get there."
"Yeah," I answered, slightly disappointed.
The flight attendant directed us to our seats in coach. For our sake, our seats were extremely far apart. I sat in my seat with my duffle bag, and watched as our plane lifted out of Phoenix.
So…how was it? Do you like it? Oh, disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. I do however own the original characters that I have and will create. Please leave comments on your thoughts about the story and such. Do you think this is a little unrealistic or is good as it is? Please tell me what you think, but be constructive critics. Thank you for reading. –Vampgirl7996