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Chapter One: Shelby's POV
I was awoken by a loud startling BANG! coming from downstairs. "ugggg," I mumbled. It was way to early to form
actual, audible words. I stayed in bed staring at the ceiling. I knew it was just my hare-brianed dad trying, but most likely
not succeeding, in making me a goodbye breakfast. Yep 'Goodbye' breakfast, my parents are sending me far, far away. So
knowing this was my last day waking up to this ceiling i just stared, running my eyes over all the cracks and that one
water spot from the huge thunderstorm last Summer. I was so lost in the cracks I didn't hear my mother calling. All of a
sudden she burst into my room.
"Shelby Rae!! I have been calling you for ten minutes. Come on now," she said sounding somewhat frazzled,"Your
father's making you breakfast, then we have to leave for the airport."
"Mom. I'm fine, okay? I'm coming," I said a little afraid of the look in her eyes.
"Ok. Just hurry," she said running out the door, closing it behind her.
Let me explain why I was a little afriad of my mother's reaction to i don't even know what. If you knew my mother
you would know that she's one of the nicest people like ever. She's also the most beautiful. Her names Nicole. She has
blue-green eyes shaped like almonds, dirty blonde hair(that leans more towards brown), a slightly crooked nose that added
to her beauty, and naturally light red lips. People tell me I look just like her. It's true except for the fact she's beautiful and
I'm, at best, pretty. Anyways, that's why I was a little afraid. She's so nice and put together, never frazzled.
I grabbed my suitcases and my carry-on, and put them on the bed. I found my favorite tee, Dark blue with a red
guitar that says "Rock N Roll" in biggish red letters, my black skinny jeans, and my blue & black converse. I picked up
my bags and looked in the mirror at my elbow length brown hair and walked downstairs, knowing that was as good as
it was gonna get. I found my dad in the kitchen.
"Breakfast is almost done," he said through a puff of black smoke coming from the stove.
"Ok dad," I said snickering. I love my dad to death, but he just can't cook. I wish he would just stop trying. His
name is Jeremy. He has blue eyes and brown hair. That's where I got my hair from. He's 5'9 at most and works way to
hard. He's a mechanic and does so much for us, I'm really gonna miss him.
Breakfast was finally finished and I ate, what was edible, as fast as I could. We packed my bags in the black
Ford Explorer and headed for the airport. My mom insisted on waiting with me, but I firmly objected. "Mom I'm 16 years
old. I'll be seventeen in two short months. I believe I can handle waiting in an airport for a couple hours," I said hurriedly(SP).
I didn't want my 'mommy' holding my hand. I could tkae care of myself.
"Okay Shelby. As long as your sure," she said questioningly.
"Oh yeah mom. I'm sure," I said trying not to sound cold, but I didn't succeed. I saw the hurt in her eyes and hated
that I did that. I gave her and dad a huge hug, told them I loved them, and left before the tears could come.
The wait in the airport was so boring, but at least they had a Starbucks. I got my strawberries and creme frappachino
fix, before I got on the plane. Once I was settled on the plane I started thinking about Uncle Chip and Forks. All I knew about
Forks was what I found online and all I knew about Uncle Chip was that he was my dad's uncle, my great uncle, he had no
wife (she died in a car crash), and his kids were grown and gone. I wonder how he'll treat me I thought, as I drifted into
unconciousness.
I know it's not that good but I was working on it all during school from second hour to 5th I have 2 more chapters done and another started so if i get some good feedback there will be more soon. Thanks 3 Shelby(SRK1012010)