~THE JET~
"Dad! Why are you taking so long?" I shouted up the banister, hoping that dad wasn't in his bathroom because when he's in there, the world flies by him.
"I'm coming! Jeez! It's like I'm the kid!" my dad shouted back. I heard a crash from his room, and I flinched. I'm a clumsy person, and guess who I have to thank for that?
My father, ladies and gentlemen! Hold the applause, please!
"You alright dad?" I asked because if he wasn't ok then I was screwed. The move depended on dad actually being able to move house.
"I'm fine! Just dropped my aftershave!" He replied sounding embarrassed. Well, I would be too.
"Well, leave it for the cleaners and get your arse down here!" I shouted, knowing he was ok.
Dad then magically appeared at the top of the stairs in his usual suit and tie. The suit he wore today was a black pinstriped suit, and the tie was a solid light blue colour so that it wouldn't take the attention away from the fabulous suit. I swear to God, it's times like these when I'm proud of my dad.
My dad then walked down the stairs, and I noticed that he had black leather shoes on, which only made the suit look better.
"You look nice today, dad," I told him and wiped away a tear of happiness. I remember the day I taught him what suits him and how to find the perfect suit. My hard work had paid off because I had never seen the outfit that he was wearing before.
"Why are you crying?" he asked sounding like a very concerned parent, even though it was just one tear.
"I'm just so proud," I told him, and hugged him.
"Honey, we kind of have to go," dad told me, ending the hug. "The limo's out front." I nodded and let dad lead me out of our soon-to-be-used-to-be house.
When I walked onto the pebbles of our driveway, I already started to miss the house that was right behind me. I would miss the white paint on the outside that almost killed my eyesight last summer because I forgot to wear sunglasses that day. I would miss my massive bedroom that could fit the man united football team, their wives and their mates. I would miss the dining room with the big fancy mahogany table. I would miss the kitchen with the biggest fridge ever. I would miss all that stuff terribly.
"Bella?" dad waved a hand in front of my face. "You gonna' get in the limo?"
"Oh, sorry," I told my dad, and got into the limo.
I tried to run a hand through my hair, but my hair was wet. I instantly looked out the window and saw the rain. I liked the rain, but not when it messes with my hair.
"Dad?" I asked when the limo started to move. "Where are we going to live?"
"America, like I told you before," dad replied vaguely.
"I know that but where are we going?" I asked, getting slightly frustrated because I had asked my dad about ten times where we were going and the answer was always "America".
"Forks," dad said blankly.
"There's a place called "Forks"? Dad, I'm sixteen. I'm not stupid," I told dad because Forks can't be a place. It's like saying "I'm going to visit spoon and shop in Knife!".
"And yet you walked into a double glazed door," dad said and my face went red.
It's not as bad as it sounds, honestly. What happened was a sunny day – or as I like to call it "the day of legends" – came about and I wanted to get a tan, so I got on my shorts and vest and prepared for tanning. I was about to go out into the back garden when- bang! I collided with a double glazed door. It's not as funny as it sounds because it really hurts! It's like hitting your funny bone! There aint nothing humorous about it!
"Dad, my vision is not the thing on debate here," I told him, placing both elbows on my knees. "Is Forks a real place, or not?"
"It is a real place," dad told me.
"What's it like?" I asked because I was expecting only one thing from America. The sun!
"You'll just have to wait and see," dad told me. Dad's tone told me that the conversation was over.
I looked out the window and watched the countryside pass me by. The Scottish countryside was pretty, especially when it was raining. I loved taking walks in the rain. I don't know why I liked it. Maybe it's because I don't remember not taking walks in the rain. My mum used to take me on long walks in the rain. Dad would sometimes come, but when he did he fell in puddles. It was very funny.
I hadn't realised I fallen asleep until my dad was shaking my arm to try and get me up. We must have been at Heathrow.
"Bella, come on," My dad told me as he got out the car. I followed my dad. It was still raining, but that didn't stop me walking in my red D&G heels.
"Are we taking your jet?" I asked dad as the chauffer took our bags out the boot of the limo.
"Of course we are," dad said, smiling like the richest man in the world.
After dad and I went through all the airport procedure, we went on my dad's jet. Dad's jet was big enough to fit all my aunts and uncles in it as well as dad and me so his jet was pretty big. I sat down of a leather chair while my dad sat down on the un-comfy chair and took out his Mac.
I felt very drowsy even though I had slept in the limo to the airport. I wiggled my shoulders and closed my eyes. I started to wonder what Forks would be like, and I drifted off into a great dream.
The Jonas brothers were staring at, looking as if I was the best person in the world.
"I think she's awake," Nick said quietly.
"Yes, Nick, I am awake," I told him and kissed him!
Then I woke up. I didn't want to wake up at that very moment because I liked my Jonas bother dream. It was very nice. I know, I know. I have TTS. TTS stands for Typical Teen Syndrome.
I looked over at my dad and he was drooling on the table. Typical. He almost always falls asleep when he's working. I had a theory that dad's work is like the thing he can't get to sleep without. It was quite sweet actually once you got past the "oh my gosh! What a work-a-holic!".
My gaze then went upon the view outside the little airport window. It was dark outside but that didn't stop me seeing the flashing lights of an airport.