Title: The Little Things
Author: LLC94
Summary: Isabella Swan's entire life has been ruled by her parents. From what she wears to who she talks to, has all been chosen to further the image of her prefect family. So what does the perfect daughter do when she breaks free? And how is she supposed to remain free when the most powerfull man in the world is looking for her.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, Stephenie Meyer does.
"Hello, I'd like to buy a one way ticket." I ask, approaching the glass.
The lady on the other side of the glass merely pops her gum and taps her computer three times.
"To where?" She snaps.
"Uh..." I falter for a second.
The only plan I really had was getting out of the house, beyond that I have no idea what I want to do.
I try to think of a place, any place. The problem is I've never really been anywhere. The only time I was allowed out of the house was to attend a function with my family.
"Look," She said, accompanied with an exasperated sigh. "I can't give you a ticket if you don't have a destination."
I nervously tap my fingers against the counter, weighing my options, before shrugging. "Where is the next train that's leaving going to?"
"Forks."
"Excuse me, Forks?" As far as I could remember I'd never heard of a place called Forks.
"It's in Washington."
My heart seizes in fear. "Washington D.C?"
"Washington State. Look, are you going to buy the ticket or not!"
"Yes, please." Sighing in relief, I fumble in my bag, searching for the rolls of twenties I'd stashed in there earlier.
"Sorry for interrupting but can you guys hurry up, I have somewhere I need to be." A smooth voice calls from behind me.
I turn to find a man standing a couple feet away. He is dressed in a dark suit, matched with a red tie. Unfortunately, I'm unable to look him in the eye due to my embarrassment.
"I'm so sorry, I'm just about to buy my ticket to..." I turn back to the lady for help.
She rolls her eyes at my inability to remember the name of my destination. "Forks,
"That's right, Forks."
"Forks?" The guy asked.
"I know, I thought it was a strange name too, at first, but now it's kind of growing on..."
"As much as I'm enjoying this little get together," The ticket lady snaps, interrupting my babbling. "Can you just take the ticket and leave?"
Blushing, I turn away from the man and take the ticket she has placed on the desk. I pass her a couple bills and with a quiet "Thank you" walk away.
Thanks for reading, the next chapter will be up tomorrow.
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