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BPOV
"God, how long does this plane take?" I mumbled under my breath. I have been sitting in my seat for half an hour, just waiting for the plane to take off. I was about to ask one of the many stewardesses that keep walking by what was taking so long when the door finally shut and the captain came on the speaker.
"We apologize for any inconvenience we have caused anyone. Please take your seats and put them in the upright position as we take off. Thank you." Throughout the entire 'speech', the too-happy stewardess at the front of the plane was making sure people were actually doing what the captain said. I didn't want to waste anymore time, so I put the seat in the right position and buckled up.
Ten minutes later we were taxiing down the runway, about to take off. I figured I could try to get some sleep, so I grabbed my pillow once the plane had reached cruising altitude. I put my ear buds in my ears and fell asleep listening to Claire de Lune.
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The only reason I woke up from my 2 hour nap was because somebody was shaking me. "Miss? We will be landing in about 5 minutes." I looked up at the only male steward on the plane. I had to admit, he was kinda cute, but not my type. "Thank you," I said, picking the pillow up off the floor. I guess it had fallen sometime when I had been sleeping.
Five minutes later, the plane landed on the tarmac and everyone stood up. I, however, stayed in my seat, waiting for everyone else to leave. That took about 10 minutes. I grabbed my carry-on from the overhead compartment and walked off the plane.
I saw Charlie before he saw me. He was still looking for the little girl from last summer. The one with the limp brown hair, jeans, and plain t-shirts. She disappeared a long time ago. The Bella I am now is a lot different. I coloured my hair to black with purple streaks and wear dark clothes. I'm not Goth or Emo or anything, but just needed something different.
"Char-Dad!" I had to remember to not call him Charlie to his face. I could only call him dad. I saw him turn around to look for me. I smiled and waved to him and had smiled back. I walked over to where he was standing and gave him a hug.
"Hey, Bells. It's good to see you again." I could tell he was trying to get used to my new 'look.' "Come on, let's get you home." He reached down to grab my suitcases. I hadn't noticed he had them. We were walking to the police cruiser when he remembered something. "Hey Bells, I got home from work today and there was something in the driveway. Did you buy a motorcycle?" I had completely forgotten that my bike had been shipped to Forks.
"I didn't buy it, Phil did."
"Oh, ok." We reached the car and he put my bags in the trunk. I opened the passenger door and sat in the seat. I still had my iPod with me, so I turned it on my favorite playlist. I fell asleep listening to Catastrophe.
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The song is Catastrophe by Forever the Sickest Kids.
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~Bri
