AN: I swear it gets more interesting after this chapter. Setting the scene, dontcha know.
I was airborne at the moment, currently cruising at 35,000 feet above solid, stable ground. On a plane, that is. I rather like flying. I just feel so free, so unrestricted. Like I can forget my fears and troubles and just soar. Until we start our descent, that is.
But right now, I'm still on the plane, probably somewhere over Nevada. For the past two hours of the ride to Seattle, I'd been staring out the window. Just mulling things over, you know how it goes. I was imagining that I was going someplace sunny and warm…like Italy or Greece.
And then I sighed, deciding it would be less painful if I just got used to the face that I was going to Forks. What better way to make oneself feel better than to drown oneself in the misery of others? I pulled out a tattered and dog-eared copy "Little Women". I love opening books, even if I've already read them: that musky, bookish smell that engulfs you is beyond words. There are such possibilities, so many things that could happen.
On the title page was a note from Charlie.
Bella,
You'll find this book listed for college bound high school students. No doubt you'll have read it several times before you even get to middle school.
Merry Christmas,
Dad
It was a note from 8 years ago, when he had sent me the book for Christmas. Not much had changed in those eight years. I looked the same, I dressed the same, I lived with Renee (until now), and I got the same grades.
Charlie had reacted well to my desire to move to Forks. He was surprised, of course. After all, why would anyone voluntarily move to Forks? But that wasn't what he was thinking. He loved Forks. It became his wife once Renee divorced him, he was probably just wondering what brought about this sudden change in temperament.
I decided to stop delving this deep into things. I didn't want to think; I wanted to relax and enjoy the rest of this plane ride. I snuggled into my seat, flipping the page of Louisa May Alcott.
AN: Just a nice little preview. I had the weirdest ambition to write this story. I can certainly imagine Edward as a star of the silent era. How about you?
Disclaimer: Besides my own tattered copy of "Little Women" I own nothing.
