BPOV
It makes you wonder sometimes, how your life is going to be when you're older, or how you're going to die. I usually don't think about this. But then again I have never been one to take risks or get dates or, well do anything except study really. I am plain and boring. I also have an old fashioned name. I mean who names their kids Isabella nowadays? Well obviously my parents, Charlie and Renée, liked the name and decided to call me, their only child, Isabella Marie Swan. Uhh. How I detest the name Isabella. So that's why my friends, or my friend, call me Bella.
It's simple, my mum and dad have a fight, and mum leaves and takes me with her when I was only young. But then, my life changed around again as mum died in a car crash, only three days after my seventeenth birthday. I packed up everything I owned and took the possessions of mum I cherished. Her necklace, the anklet she wore every day, and the diamond earrings dad had given her on their fifth anniversary. Of course I took the other jewellery too, but I wore those so that I would never lose them.
The cab was waiting for me as I walked down the stairs. Taking one look back at the house I used to call home, I slowly turned away and with that, left all the painful memories behind.
Driving in the taxi wasn't that bad, it could have been worse. I mean, at least the driver wasn't hitting on me like he was with the next woman he picked up after he dropped me off at the airport. I sighed and slowly lugged my bags inside. "The next flight for Forks from California leaves in five minutes, could all passengers please put their bags in the bagging area and line up for inspection of passports." The nasally voice came from over the speaker. I grumbled and growled as i put my bags down and grabbed up my wallet to go over to the line for the Forks flight.
After the host took my pass port and inspected it heavily, she finally believed that it was genuine. Well I can't help if I look like a hobo at the moment! She sniffed at me with disgust as I passed through and I couldn't help but turn around and pull the finger at her. Dirty up-herself-slut. I rolled my eyes and kept on walking onward to my flight.
When i got to the baggage department I picked up my bag and walked onto the plane. I put my luggage up above me, and sat down wearily into the seat. I made sure that my i-pod, mobile and all other mechanical things where switched off and I closed my eyes, and drifted off to sleep.