Hey guys, I'm just going to mention I'm changing a lot in this story. Certain things are going to stay the same others aren't. I apologise if I messed up, the order, or screwed anything up. I haven't read or watched it in years...
So, tell me what you guys think? Critics are welcome! Flamers aren't worth any of our time! Virtual cookies for reviewers!
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Chapter 1 planes,tears and coffee
I stood in the front yard, holding my little cactus. I was looking at my house for the last time. It was my comfort, it was also my prison.
The wind was blowing, as I breathed in my first taste of freedom.
" Bella, honey, the cars packed, Time to go," called my bubbly mother. I turned around to see her hanging out the window, waving me over, Her other hand was holding on to her oversized sun hat as it almost blew off.
My grin never faded, the whole ride to the airport. I just sat back and thought about my new life in forks. My chance to start my own life.
As we walked into the airport, Phil carrying most of the luggage,including Moms purse.
I had my satchel,backpack and cactus. Phil walking a few paces ahead, turned towards me.
"Bella," said he said hesitantly.
"You know, it's not too late to change your mind," I nodded,
" I now," I glanced down at my cactus, not wanting to look him in the eye. Phil was a great guy. He's turned my Moms life around. I just KNOW my life won't change, not as long as I'm here and I know, I won't get another chance.
"I'm just saying, I can trade your ticket, like that," he said snapping his fingers.
"And you'll be on our flight to Florida, before you can say Mickey Mouse," he threw his arm around me, as I laughed. I think his arm was tired, honestly since I took most of the weight of the duffle bag, flopping at my side as we walked.
I thought about how life in forks would be, well we walked through the airport. It's supposed to be dreary, without any sun. At least going by Google, anyways. It's so different from the heat of Arizona.
Finally reaching our stop, we dropped our bags and sat down, except for mom, who was staring at a sign listing the restaurants nearby.
She walked up to me and hugged me, nearly breaking my ribs in the process.
"Mom, can't breathe," I said, simultaneously laughing and gasping for air. She laughed, her eyes filling with tears.
"Oh Baby," she says well holding me arms length.
"I'm gonna miss you,so much," she exclaimed. Wiping away some tears, she stepped back a few steps.
"I saw a sign that says there's a Panera upstairs, baby," she said grabbing her purse from the empty chair next to Phil.
"Why don't I go grab us a Carmel and some treats, for old times sake," she asked.
"After all, it's a long flight and I doubt your father has anything in that house," she kissed me on the cheek, walking away.
I sniffed, blinking back tears. My
Mom is immature,and scatterbrained. But I love her and I'm going to miss her. I hadn't realised just how much, till now.
"Seriously kid,you know we'd love to have you with us," Phil said from the chair across from me.
"I just think I need a change, that's all, Phil," I said looking at my feet.
"See some old friends,and take a break from the city life," I looked up he looked sad,but understanding.
"I'll call or text you guys every week,got it," I said, looking around for Mom.
"I know,kiddo but what am I gonna do without my partner in crime," he asked
"Well,looks like your going to have to make your own plans,for a change," I said,smirking.
"Especially,when Mom decides to cook," poor Phil,laughed,well looking mortified.
We joked around till Mom finally turned back up,holding a Familiar brown paper bag,and two Frozen Caramels.
"Alright,you two. I've got your Caffeine fix," she said,handing me my frozen expresso. Taking a sip as she sat down I said,
"You know,how much I love you, right," I asked, grinning ear to ear,sipping away.
"And for Phil...
Walking through the hall that led to the lobby,full of people waiting for loved ones. I Gripped my backpack nervously. I hadn't seen my Dad since I was Eleven, with only a few awkward phone calls in between.
Looking around the small crowd, I easily spotted Charlie. He looked a little older,but other than a few lines around the eyes, he looked the same from my memory. The sheriff uniform, was also a dead giveaway, I suppose.
I walked up and he met me halfway, looking even more nervous than I felt.
"Hey Dad," I said, my voice sounding softer and higher than it usually was.
"Hey Bells," he said pulling me in for a hug, that wasn't as awkward as I thought it would be.
So, yes, I realise I suck at starting chapters. Things will get better, but,tell me what you think!