A/N In no way am I a Twilight fan. I'm just trying to rewrite the book.
I said, and pulled on my brown hair. Twisting it about a finger, I glanced around the plane. 24 hours since my mom had sent me to my dad. I swallowed the lump in my throat. My mom was the only thing I've ever had. Starting over was a whole new concept.
I loved Phoenix, why did I have to go. It's not fair! I felt tears welling in my eyes. I shut my eyes. No, I was not going to cry in front of my father. I've never even seen him. I sighed and glanced out the window. The man next to me coughed.
I raised my eyebrow, and then paused my iPod. "Could you keep it down please?" He hissed at me, trying to stay silent.
"Whatever." I replied, then went back to flipping through the magazine I'd found in the pocket of the seat in front of me. I felt the plane descending. I swallowed. It hadn't seemed real until this moment. The moment when the plane started going down.
I figured I'd leave my mother sooner or later. It was just a matter of her, my dad, or child protection services. Then Phil, or whatever his name was, moved in and stole my mom. She was…different. She stopped caring about me.
Then she sent me to some town called…Spoons? Knives? I'll remember later.
I pulled my luggage into the Seattle parking lot. It was cold out. And wet. A lone man stood next to a pick-up truck. It was dark and the lights glowed eerily. He saw me and immediately stamped out the cigarette that he was smoking.
"Isabella." He smiled at me as I walked over to him. I examined him. This was my dad, the chief police officer of…Forks! That was the name of the prison-er, town. "You've grown taller. And your hair was darker. You were about…3 when I last saw you."
"Hi." I couldn't think of anything to say. What was I supposed to say? Hey dad, thanks for not being there for 12 years. Hope you're well. There was a really awkward silence. "Um…it's cold." I said feebly.
He glanced at my clothes critically. "You're not dressed for Washington."
I smiled ruefully. "To tell the truth, I was kinda hoping for this to be a dream." I saw his face fall. "I mean," I said hastily, "'Cause this is amazing. You know, the kind of move in the movies. Now all I've gotta do is what for the perfect guy."
He laughed. He saw right through the lie. "Yeah. This isn't anything like Phoenix. It's all wet."
"And green." I added. I grinned back. He lifted my bags into the back.
"So…excited for school?" He asked me, his eyes on the road.
"Why would I be excited. It'll probably be different from Phoenix's school."
"What high school did you go to?"
"Sand Creek High School. We were the rattlesnakes." I shook my head. "God, I hated that. We had to hiss every time our team made a goal. It was mortifying."
He laughed. "Here, you're the pine trees."
"The pine trees?" I asked in shock. "That's worse than the rattlesnakes."
"Don't worry, you'll get used to it." I laughed along with him, and I thought that maybe, this wouldn't be so bad after all.