Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Twilight, however Rayne is my character.
Rayne Willow Dashington had to be the unhappiest person in all of Georgia. Or at least she felt she was. She just didn't understand how things could turn so wrong in the course of one month. First her mother had been diagnosed with lung cancer that seemed to have spread roots so deep throughout her whole body that she had no chance at living. Her father had long since divorced her mother, and was living comfortably in some town called Forks, Washington, wherever the hell that was! Anyway, her father couldn't be bothered to come and see about his money grubbing ex-wife as he so lovingly dubbed her the day of their divorce, only six months after they'd been married. While she tried to balance convincing her dad to come see her mom one last time with school, sports, parties, and visiting her mom she slowly began to crack under the pressure. Until one day her mother went to sleep and she didn't wakeup.
Rayne remembered exactly what she was doing when the news reached her that her mother had passed away. She was getting smashed at Joanna Henry's sweet-sixteen party. She hadn't been fully able to comprehend what the doctor's had told her until the next morning, and by then she felt it was too late. She was inconsolable for weeks, not to mention bitter. The one time, one time, she decides to let her guard down and have some fucking fun, her mother dies! How fucked is that? Then there was the questioning why her. She was a good girl. She listened to her mother and occasionally her father, she got good grades, she played sports, and she didn't disrespect authority-much, so why her, why her mother? Her mother had been a good person with a gentle spirit and a kind heart. She wouldn't hurt a fly, so why her?
Of course her pity festival didn't last long because as much as Raymond Dashington hated his ex-wife, he loved his daughter. He always made sure she had the best of everything in life. The best clothes, shoes, and jewelry, which meant designer, the best cars, which in her case meant sports cars and motorcycles, and anything else she wanted. Needless to say, Rayne Dashington would have been a spoiled child if her even-tempered, no-nonsense mother hadn't stepped in. Raymond Dashington had flown all the way from Forks, Washington, to Atlanta, Georgia just as soon s he'd heard of his estranged wife's death, already making plans to have his little girl moved in with him.
Rayne was anything but welcome to her father's sudden interest in her life. She hadn't forgotten how coldly he'd reacted to the news of her mother's sudden illness, and had refused to come and see her one last time. One might think that after two weeks of confinement in a lonely, quiet house with her father, Rayne would have defrosted towards him, if only a little bit, but no. She was still as angry with him as when he first arrived. But after having to deal with the brunt of his daughter's anger for two straight weeks, it was clear that he was fed up with waiting for her to get over her grief and anger. So he tried to talk to her, which lead to a huge argument, which lead to the judge declaring that Rayne was still considered a minor in the state's eyes until she reached eighteen and needed to have a parent/legal guardian to look after her until then, which lead to the reason why Rayne Willow Dashington was sitting on a plane (first class of course) flying to Forks, Washington of all places, with her father of all people, mad at the world.
"Can I get you anything, ma'am?" A flight attendant asked with practiced ease.
"Well, since you asked darlin, I'll take a glass of lemonade. I would appreciate it kindly, sugar." Rayne said, blushing lightly as she realized that she had a thick southern accent. She'd never noticed before because where she came from everyone she knew had a southern accent, except her dad, but he was from New York.
The flight attendant, who was visibly biting her lip to keep laughter from escaping, nodded her head and sauntered off. As soon as she was out of sight she could hear loud, intense laughter, causing her cheeks to flush with humiliation and anger. 'Great, just what I need. To be heading to a whole different state, only to be teased for my southern accent. Everyone was going to think she was a country bumpkin or something, which she most certainly wasn't. She flipped through Seventeen magazine trying to take her mind off of the embarrassing confrontation that had just taken place without luck. She just wasn't interested in Zack Efron and Vanessa Anne Hudgens's relationship, or the five steps to successfully kissing a boy. She already knew how to kiss a boy so accurately that they could jerk the chicken- or whatever you wanted to call it- at the mere thought of it later.
She was momentarily distracted when the flight attendant returned.
"Here's your lemonade, sugar. Now y'all be sure to give me a ring if you need anything else, darlin," the flight attendant said with a taunting smile.
Rayne saw red, and before she knew what she was doing she was on her feet, hurling the contents of her glass at the attendant.
"Darlin, a little piece of advice. You might want to go dry yourself off, you're looking a bit soggy." Rayne mocked, before stomping away angrily.
She stopped stomping after a minute, though, realizing her Jimmy Choo shoes couldn't take that kind of a beating. She continued walking, though, not caring where she was going until someone ran straight into her. She yelped in surprise as she fell down, brown eyes connecting with lavender in the process.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, please let me help you," said a sweet voice.
The girl, who knocked her over and was the owner of those brown eyes and that sweet voice, jumped up and immediately tried to help her up.
"That's okay, darlin, I'm pretty much used to it, being from the rough south and all." Rayne said by way of accepting her apology. "I'm Rayne Dashington by the way," she awkwardly introduced herself.
"Oh, I'm Bella Swan, nice to meet you." The girl introduced, smiling just as awkwardly.
"I'm sorry about knocking you over again, its just that I'm a bit nervous about moving to this town called Forks, I mean who ever heard of a place named after silverware, if you ask me-," she cut herself off after realizing she was rambling, she then blushed and shuffled away. Well at least she tried to, but a firm grip on her arm stopped her.
"Did you say that you were heading to Forks, as in Forks, Washington?" Rayne asked surprised.
"Yeah…I'm going to live with my dad," he girl said shifting her weight from foot to foot.
"Really what a surprise! I'm also going to Forks, Washington to live with my dad!" Rayne exclaimed, shocked at the similarities of their situation.
Suddenly a wide smile broke out on her face. "Sugar, this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship," she said slinging her arm around Bella's shoulder, and leading her to her first class seats so they could talk.