I Wouldn't Change A Thing
Dear Mags,
It is now 3 A.M. and I am on my way to Forks Washington to live with my cousin Bella and my uncle Charlie. You had asked me why I was leaving to go and live in Forks and I didn't give you a reason. The reason why I'm leaving, well...there's a lot of reasons. One could be because my mom, Charlie's sister, had to go over seas for her job and she wasn't in the same place for more than two weeks. Or it could be because my boyfriend cheated on me and humiliated me in front of the whole school. Or it could be because our entire school thought that I was depressed. There are so many reasons; you choose the one that sounds the best.
But anyway so here I am on a plane ride to Seattle, where I will be catching a bus to Forks Washington. Once I get there, I will be picked up by Charlie and then I'm going to Forks school to visit Bella for a bit, and then back to Charlie's house. Sounds fun right? Not really.
Well my plane is going to be landing soon, so I should go. I'll talk to you later, when you're awake and well...not sleeping. I love you forever, my best friend, my sister, my partner in crime. I'll miss you.
Love, forever,
Bailey
"Attention passengers, please put on your seatbelts, as we are going to be landing soon, and we may experience some turbulence." I quickly shut my laptop and put it back into my bag and did up my seatbelt. I leaned back in my seat and gripped the handles beside me. I hated landing and taking off on planes and turbulence also. I didn't know why, I just hated it. End of story, just leave it alone.
"Excuse me? But the plane landed. We can get off now." I smiled at the boy next to me and unbuckled myself and stood up, getting my things out of the storage compartment. I got it down and left the plane, wincing at the bright sun that I hadn't seen for quite a while.
Once I was inside the terminal, I got out my cell phone and checked for any missed messages on my phone. There were a couple from my boyfriend, oh I'm sorry, and I mean my ex-boyfriend who has commitment issues. There was one from Bella who was ecstatic that Io was coming, and one from Charlie telling me to let him know when I was ready to be picked up. I sighed and put my phone back into my pocket and went over to where the luggage was coming out, and picked up my bags.
I walked out of the airport and hailed a taxi. I put my stuff in the trunk and then got into the back of the cab. I sighed and put my head against the window and let out a sigh. The cab driver turned around and asked, in a very irritated voice, where I wanted to go.
"I'm sorry. Umm...to the bus depot." The cab driver scoffed and put the cab in drive and then pulled away. I put my head against the window again, and closed my eyes feeling tears well up in my eyes. Everything was changing so fast, it was giving me a head rush.
Thankfully, the cab ride wasn't that long, but I was pretty sure that the bus ride from Seattle to Port Angeles might be longer. I stood in front of the depot just looking at it, before walking in, and sitting down in the uncomfortable, plastic chairs that they had.
"The bus to Port Angeles will be leaving shortly. Those who are taking that bus may board now." I groaned and stood up and dragged my stuff behind me, to the bus. The driver put it in the storage compartments and took my ticket and shuffled me on the bus. I chose a seat closer to the back, near the window and got settled in. I rest my head against the window and closed my eyes for a moment only to open them when I felt an arm brush against my own.
"Hi again. It seems that we may end up going to the same place huh?" I looked over at the guys sitting next to me. He had dark hair, dark eyes, and tan skin. He looked tall and buff and I swore that he could probably snap me in half.
"I'm going to La Push. Where are you going to?" I gulped and went to open my mouth but nothing came out. The guy gave me a weird look, and I shook my head and tried to clear my throat.
"I...I'm going to...umm...Forks." The guy let out a deep chuckled and I found myself flushing from his voice. It was deep, very deep.
"That's cool, I know people from there. I'm Jared." I gulped again and felt my hands starting to sweat from being nervous. I didn't know why I was so nervous. Maybe it's because I hadn't really talked to a guy, or had any contact with one in quite a while.
"I...I'm...I'm..." I couldn't find my voice. For some reason it just wasn't working.
"Hey, it's okay. Just take deep breaths and relax. No need to be nervous." I nodded and looked away from the guy trying to calm myself down. 'It was okay, it's okay bailey. Just breathe.'
"You want to try it one more time?" I looked back at Jared and he had a kind, caring tone to him.
"I'm Bailey Swan." Jared smiled and grabbed my hand and shook it. He smiled brightly at me and I saw his perfect, white teeth.
"So why are you going to Forks if I may ask?" I looked at Jared and then looked out the window. What should I tell him? Should I tell him my sob story about how my ex-boyfriend cheated on me and humiliated me in front of everyone? Or how my mother didn't want me on her European tour? Or maybe how everyone at my school thought I was depressed?
"Hey it's okay. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." I didn't even realise what he was saying until I realised that I was crying. I wiped away my tears and coughed trying to get rid of the rest of them. I looked down at my lap and then out the window again, as the bus pulled out of the depot and started driving down the highway. I looked at Jared from the corner of my eye and he was staring at his phone, with more love than I had ever seen before. It scared me, honestly.
"I'll be home soon Kim." I heard him mutter under his breathe. I turned back before he could see me and rest my head against the window. I closed my eyes and let everything fade away.
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"Hey, Bailey, wake up." I felt someone shake me gently, and woke up with a start. I saw Jared standing above me, with a smile on his face. He removed his hands from my shoulders and I felt a loss of heat.
"Time to go, the bus stopped. We're in Port Angeles." I nodded and sat up, while rubbing my eyes clear of sleep. I stood up, grabbing my stuff and leaving the bus. I yawned and stretched my back, causing a lot of loud cracks and pops.
I walked into the depot and put my stuff down on a chair and looked around for Jared. I saw him get into a large black truck, with another large, tan guy. Jared waved to me, and I shyly waved back and turned my gaze down to my things. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialled Charlie's number hearing it dial.
"Hello, Chief Swan here." I smiled to myself and rolled my eyes at him.
"Hey Uncle Charlie. I'm in Port Angeles now." Charlie didn't say anything, but I did hear a door slam and a revving of an engine.
"Okay kiddo. I'll be there in an hour or so. Just sit tight." I smiled slightly and nodded.
"Okay Uncle Charlie." He said goodbye quickly and then hung up. I put my phone away and sat down on a chair beside my stuff and ran my fingers through my hair.
I had to move to a completely different country, I had to leave my best friend, my mom didn't want me with her, my entire school thinks that I'm depressed because of how I dress. Oh and if that wasn't enough, my ex-boyfriend made my life horrible, and laughed about it in front of me. I love my life.
"Ready to go Bailey?" I looked up at Charlie and then at the clock. Sure enough an hour had gone by without me even realising it. I nodded and Charlie grabbed my things, against my request, and put them in the back of the squad car. I sat in the front seat and buckled up, without saying much.
"Your mom...she did want her with you, no matter how it came off. She just...she didn't want you in that environment." I nodded and looked out the window and rolled my eyes. 'Yeah right Uncle Charlie. That's what she told you, but she was just looking to get rid of me.'
"Bella and I have missed you. She's quiet excited to see you." I nodded and looked out the window once more, before pulling out my cell phone and saw more messages from my ex-boyfriend. I quickly read them and had wanted nothing more than to throw my phone out the window by the time that I was done.
"We haven't seen you in..." I looked over at Charlie and our eyes met.
"Five years. I haven't been here in five years." Charlie nodded, and looked back onto the road. It was quiet between Charlie and I but it wasn't a very uncomfortable silence. We understood each other and our need to be in silence every once and a while. We have that connection, my mom used to say that it was something special. To be able to understand someone so perfectly, that we knew when to be quiet and when to say something.
But she was wrong. I'm just someone who's naturally shy and doesn't really like to talk anyway, and Charlie's someone who will talk when need be, but otherwise prefers silence. At least that's what I think, I could be wrong.
"We're here." I looked and saw the same big white house that I used to love coming to when I was younger. Everything looked the same, it looked perfect. Like it always had been.
"Well, let's get you settled in." I nodded and hopped out of the squad car and grabbed my stuff. I stood staring at the house while Charlie opened the door and walked in. I followed slowly, and stood inside at the bottom of the stairs, looking at everything.
"Bailey, your room is upstairs across from Bella's, if you wanted to go up there." I nodded and walked upstairs, almost in a haze. I opened the door across from what I assumed was Bella's room. I saw a white room, with a double bed on the right side of the room and a dresser on the left side of the room. It was a pretty plain room, but I was fine with that.
"Umm...if you wanted to fix it up, you could rearrange things, if you want..." I nodded and stepped inside of the room and set my suitcase down on the bed and turned around to look at Charlie.
"Thanks Uncle Charlie. For the room, and taking me in I mean." Charlie gave a nod of understanding and turned around and walked downstairs. I sighed and sat down beside my suitcase and looked around the plain white room. 'Welcome to Forks.'.
