I watched the fluffs of white fly by as the plane sailed over the sky. Slowly they grew darker and denser, and I realized with a heavy heart that it was going to be raining in Forks. I sighed. I was going to miss the sun so much. I reminded myself that I had already said good-bye to good weather in order to embrace the hell on earth I liked to call living in Forks, Washington. Rainiest, most miserable place on Earth. As least in the Rain Forest there was sun.
My thoughts flickered back to Renee, my mother. I reminded that she was in good hands. Phil would take care of her. There would be food in the fridge, way more than enough needed before they left the next day. She was already packed, and wasn't forgetting anything. Phil played basketball, but he wasn't very good. Still, he traveled around a lot, but Renee missed him. So I going to the place I hated, Forks. Charlie, my dad, lived here. I was sending myself to hell for my mother's happiness.
I sighed. Somehow thinking about Forks made me feel better than thinking about my mother. My poor mother, who I was leaving to fend for herself. Renee, whom was so easily lost, so easily confused. So weak, so vulnerable…My breathing slowly crept towards hyperventilation. Stop it! I yelled at myself. She was going to be fine. Unlike me.
I sighed. Still an hour left on this long, dreadful flight to hell.