Okay so this story is completely random I wrote it because I got bored. So this story is made as if Bella still lived in Arizona with her mom, and Edward/the Cullen's didn't go to her school. And she apparently has grandparents in Italy. But, that's beyond the point. Please let me know if I should continue with this…'cause honestly I have no idea if I should. By the way, I don't own any of Stephenie Meyer's twilight characters, settings, etc.
I didn't want to go to Italy for the summer. I had to go every single summer, but this year I just wanted to be with my friends and be at home. But, Mom insisted we go again to visit Grandma and Grandpa, like we always did. I mean, they were really nice and I loved them, but I didn't want to go anywhere this summer. I told Mom I had a bad feeling about it; and I was right. We shouldn't have gone. We should've stayed in Arizona.
I loved Arizona. I loved the sun that was shining every day, and the heat that was always beating down on us. I hated places where it rained or was cold…like Forks, Washington, where Dad lived. My parents got a divorce a couple of years ago, and every once in awhile I had to go there to visit him. It was like going to Italy-I loved my dad, but didn't want to go to the destination. What can I say, I loved my home.
So, when Mom officially told me during the last week of school we'd be leaving for Italy on the last day of school, I was thoroughly disappointed. I groaned noticeably.
"Oh, you'll appreciate it when you meet some cute guy there." She laughed.
"I never have there, probably never will there." I replied sourly. If she wanted to go, she could go alone. Angela had said I could stay with her if I ever needed to.
"Oh, don't be negative. Just enjoy it. It's Italy, after all; who in your school has ever been to Italy?"
I shrugged.
"Exactly. So start packing; and I have a surprise for you!"
"What is it?"
"We will be traveling to Italy on our own private plane!" she squealed.
"Um, why?"
She looked disappointed that I wasn't as excited as she was. "Because, Grandpa set it up for us as a present for our arrival!"
"How rich is that guy?" My Grandpa always had a lot of money, even before he married Grandma. What I didn't know was how he got it.
"I told you, it's from the job he had before he retired. Anyway, isn't it great?"
"Sure, sure."
"The flight attendants will serve you anything you want, and you can watch movies, sleep, read…it'll be like first class, even better, actually!"
"Oh, yeah. Fun."
She shook her head, smiling. "You'll like it."
"I'm sure I will."
"Just think. A whole summer in Rome, Italy. Late nights wandering town. You get to explore. Swim! Shop! Anything you want."
I rolled my eyes, not looking forward to the seemingly normal summer ahead of me.
Wow, was I wrong.
"Isn't this great?" Mom asked as she looked out the window of the plane. It was averaged-sized, and one main room where we sat. The pilot was in a smaller room in the front. Plush seats were in the room we were in, along with televisions around.
It actually was fun to be there, to my surprise. I mean, I wanted to go home more than anything, but the private plane was cool. "Yeah, I guess it is." I said as a flight attendant poured me a drink. I was reading a magazine while a movie played in front of me.
"I told you you'd like it."
"I know, I know." I looked behind me to where she sat. "How much longer till we get there?"
"About eight hours, maybe?" We'd been driving for what felt like five years so far.
"Oh."
The plane seemed to have hit a bump a few minutes later, even though we were in the air. I figured it was normal to happen every once in awhile.
Soon, the "fasten your seatbelts" sign lit up, so Mom and I carefully put them on. I was kind of nervous; what was wrong? Would it be okay?
"Attention, Mrs. and Miss Swan." A voice on the intercom said. "We are experiencing some difficulties. Please turn off all electronic devices, make sure your seatbelts are on, and sit upright and stay calm."
I turned the TV off and sat upright, now afraid. What was going on?
"It'll be okay, Bella." Mom said, sitting next to me. She put her seatbelt on as well.
"Are you sure? This seems kinda…serious."
She shrugged. "It happens sometimes."
We remained silent, and I looked out the window. Through the clouds I could see some specks of land in the middle of the ocean. I wasn't sure where that was; I was terrible at Geography, anyway.
"Prepare for an emergency landing. Repeat, prepare for an emergency landing." The voice suddenly said.
What had gone so long that this was happening? I looked at Mom, panicked. "Mom…" I trailed off.
She took hold of my hand. "Bella, calm down, sweetie."
I started to hyperventilate as different noises came from the plane. We bumped around in the plane, and I held on to the seat as I almost fell over, even with the seatbelt on.
Then, we began to go down, to spin out of control. I screamed the loudest I ever had in my whole life, and Mom was saying something but I couldn't hear. I couldn't think of anything but if I was going to be alive in the next five seconds.
The last thing I heard was Mom screaming, and then we collided with something and it went blank.
Water splashed me in the face, waking me up abruptly. I coughed sea water out of my lungs, confused. What happened? I wondered, looking around. Then, I remembered. Our plane hadn't made it on land, and now I was in the ocean, floating on a piece of wood. I'd remembered waking up hours before, finding it, and then passing out again. My head throbbed and my body ached. I may have even been losing blood. I looked for Mom but didn't see anyone; all I saw were pieces of the now destroyed plane.
"Mom?" I called. No answer. I started to panic, swimming around and looking for her. It hurt to move, but I still did anyway. No way was Mom…gone. She wouldn't be. She was a fighter, she always reminded me.
"Mom?" I called again. But this was a big ocean. How would she hear me?
She'd be nearby if she was alive, a voice said in my head. Tears gathered in my eyes as I called for her again and again. The pilot and flight attendants were gone as well; I was alone in the middle of the ocean.
Before I'd accept the sad fact about Mom, I tried finding land. I squinted, looking around me. I saw a speck of potential land ahead, but I knew it would take a long time to swim there. I began swimming, my salty tears mixing with the salty water as I cried.
"Mom." I said quietly again, in case she was here. But somehow, I knew she wasn't.
Short chapter, I know. Curious to know what's going to happen? Because I'll probably write another chapter tomorrow when I'm not so tired. More stuff will happen, this isn't it. So…let me know please. I know this chapter sucks…I hate starting stories…anyway, please let me know!