Hey there! This is my 3rd attempt at a story (my others crashed and burned hopelessly) I'm trying my hardest not to have as many spelling, and gramer errors!
If you have noticed my title, Sunset Fire? It means "rain" so I thought that would be a great title for my story.
(If you're wondering about the rain thing, heres why it means rain(If you didn't already know) There's a scientific saying that goes like this "Evening red and morning grey Will send the traveler on his way: Evening gray and morning red Will bring down rain upon his head) (Translation, if you see a red sunset, that probably means there's rain coming)
Disclaimers: Cheerios, C.R.V.
Discription: Bailey Rae is 17 years old. She is strawberry blond, and has blue/silver eyes and her skin is Ivory white.
Description: Mother: Blond, tan, and brown eyes? IDK!?!?!?
Description: Father: Brunette, short, stocky, tan, and brown eyes? that ok???
I would like to thank BreakingDawn17 for all of your wonderous comments on my breaking dawn story continued, even though I deleted it, you reviewed on every single chapter, and still told me how good it was!
also Thnx Palace-of-Nightmares you were the first one to review!!!(I'm not including the little tidbit about the whole "Hi" thing! lol)
Ch1
Bailey's POV.
I sighed dramatically as I fell onto my bed, my face molding perfectly into my pillow.
"Why do I have to go with you?" I said into my pillow, my voice muffled.
"Because you're not 18 yet." My mother scorned me at the end of my bed.
"Ugh!" was my frustrated reply as I threw my pillow across the room.
But my mother just went over to it as if I had never yelled, and calmly took off the sheet to it and packed it in my suitcase.
"Now, are you going to get off that bed so I can pack your bedspread, or do I have to go get your father?"
"He's not my father!" I said, rising up to my mothers full height, my teeth clenched.
"Must you be so difficult!" My mother yelled at me in frustration.
"Sorry to disappoint" I seethed.
"Go to your room!" she yelled at me.
Go to your room, go to your room, is that all they ever said when they were mad at me? I wasn't a child anymore, and I was sick of them treating me like one!
"Walk out my door and then we'll see who's smarter, once you realize that I'M ALREADY IN MY ROOM! I'm not going to be the one who's looking pretty, darn stupid right now!" I snapped at her.
She let out a huff and stalked out the door, calling over her shoulder she said "All of your stuff better be packed by the time I get back from the store, because I don't care if you're finished or not, we're still moving, and if you choose to be difficult and not pack, well I guess you're going to be missing a lot of your stuff."
I stiffened, my mother could be so difficult at times!
Those words sent me into a cleaning frenzy around my room. Picking up everything I could, stuffing things into my pillows, suitcases, and really anything I was taking that had a pocket on it.
It took me a bare minimum of 20 minuets to get everything packed, when my mother pulled up the drive.
I collapsedonto my stripped matress in a heap.
My mother strolled into the room then and nodded in satisfaction.
"We leave in 2 hours, so if you didnt get your goodbye's done, well, you better get them done now." and with that she strolled out of my room with her nose in the air.
Ugh! She could be such a Drama Queen sometimes!!!
I'd already said my good bye's to my friends, so no need to do it again.
I looked out my window.....great.......it was raining again. Which was strange because it rarely ever rained around here. A/N They live in Florida
It looked positively dismal outside today, great, I never got to say goodbye to my sun.
We were moving to Seattle A/N Yeah, I know its a Twilightish place, but I really dont know where els it rains so much(in the U.S.)(other than forks, but I'm not one for copying books like that)
Where it nearly always rained.
2 hours later....
"Come on, get your butt down here!" My step Father yelled from the bottom of the stairs.
I was saying good bye to my room, I would miss it so much!
It was the only room I'd ever lived in since I was born.
"Make me!" I shouted over the ledge of the stairs.
He just turned around, cantered out the door and started up the car.
I sighed, and slowly made my way down the steps, out onto the porch and down the porch steps.
I got into the back of the car, which was smushed with stuff, and buckled in.
I just stared out my window the whole time we were driving to the airport.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry!......Come on Bailey!" It was 10 minuets until our plane took off.
I quickly took off my seat belt, and opened the door, but as I was stepping out, my ankle caught on my backpack strap, and well....ground.....meets face.
"Omph!" "OWWWWWWW" I screamed as I tried to get up, my cheek was scraped and bleeding, and I was seeing stars, but that wasnt what was bothering me. My ankle was shooting pain through my foot, I quickly grabbed it and began rocking back and forth, trying to keep from crying.
"Bailey COME ON!" my mother shouted at me.
"Grab your stuff and get a move on!" she yelled over her shoulder as she and Frank began running towards the building.
I couldnt see. My eyes were fogged up with tears. But I quickly got up, grabbed my backpack, and began hobbling as fast as I could to catch up with my mother.
Each time pain seared through my foot structure, and each time I held back the tears as I took my next step, but still getting further and further away, as my mothers head was just a little dot bobbing among the crowd, and then was gone.
GREAT!!!!! NOT ONLY WAS I LOST IN AN AIRPORT!!!! MY FLIGHT MIGHT LEAVE WITHOUT ME!!!!! I thought as I heard my flights last warning to aboard.
But then, YES!!! YES YES YES!!!! saw my mother disappear through a corridor. I quickly handed the attendant my ticket, and limped my way onto the plane, where I sat across from my mother at the window seat.
"Uhm, excuse me?" I said, desperately trying to capture the flight attendants attention.
she turned "Yes? How may I help you?" was her routine answer.
"Can I have some ice in a baggie? My foot is hurting terribly, I think I twisted it in the parking lot." I responded, still trying to keep the tears out of my eyes. My ankle felt far from broken, it felt worse! Did I fracture it???
"Of couse shnookums!" she exclaimed.
Ugh! why did everyone treat me like a kid! Shnookums? what the heck?
I sighed. The ice helped soooooooo much! The swelling had gone down considerably.
But I was still far from healed. My whole foot still throbbed, and each throb taunted me the entire plain ride, screaming at me.
When we had finally arrived at the Seattle airport(after going through a multitude of baggage losses and claims) I was amazed, It was SO HUGE!!!
The walls were made of glass, and you could see the shuttles flash by you, their taillights seeming to form into eyes that seemed to smile at me.
Even though I was limping I still took in everything in clear detail. The smells, I walked by a pretzel stand, and smelled the grease and salt as they took them out of the revolving oven.
The sight, everything was so Clear, and Shinny! and surprisingly... Clean!
The sounds! I listened to people chatter, I heard children laughing and people exchanging tears as they were reunited.
Huh, Welllll I guess Seattle wasn't so bad after all!
But my daydreaming was interrupted by the annoying sound of my STEP FATHER hawking a loogie and spitting it into a nearby trash can.
"Gross! MOM could you PUH-LEASE Tell him to knock it off! I'm TRYING to be HAPPY!"
"Waaa, waaa baby! Grow up! Babe? Could you tell you delusional child to shut the hell up?!?!?!"
"....Bailey, be quiet ok? Your father has a headache." Was my mother's response.
I was quiet, if thats what they wanted, then fine thats what they got, only they had no idea how annoying I could be when I was quiet.
I whistled as I passed my Insufferable step father, and I immediately, but unnoticeable to anyone who wasnt watching, stepped on his foot, smashing my heel into the top of his shoe.
He yelped in pain and began dancing a little jig around the airport.
"What the heck are you trying to do? Start a riot?" I accused innocently
"ARG!!! When we get home little missy, you are going staight to your room, NO DINNER!" he screamed at me, causing the families closest to us to turn their heads.
I walked on pretending not to have heard him.
"ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME!!!" He screeched, wrapping his meaty hand around my upper arm.
"Im being quiet." Was all I said as I jerked out of his grasp. "And if you value your health, I suggest you never touch me again." I seethed at him smashing my face close to his.
"Oh-Ho!!! And what are you going to do? Jump out of a closet and scream boo?!?!?!" and with that he immeadiatly began cracking up at his own joke.
I gave him a murderous glare, which made him stop laughing immeadiatly, and contined to walk towards the parking lot.
"Definitelya couple fractures." The doctor stated in the Emergency room.
"Surgery?" I questioned him.
"Surgery." he stated ruefully.
"Ugh." I sighed as I thew myself backward on the hospital bed.
"Tommorows my first day of school, and I'm going to be squabbling around on one foot!" I exclaimed to no one in particular.
"Well, I certainly hope you dont have much homework." He smiled at me again, this time happily. Then he walked over to my mother to discuss the time and date the surgery would take place.
"Beep.......Beep....Beep..." With a start I immediately woke to my annoying alarm clock.
I made my way to my bathroom to turn on the light, but, well, I fell over my backpack, and the floor greeted my face once again.
I sighed, at least this time I didn't get hurt. I slowly made my way to the wall, where I used it as a guide to lead me to the bathroom.
But apparently I was absolutely blind in the dark, and I ran into the door, without having a chance to open it.
"Ouch." I murmured as I rubbed my forehead. I skimmed my hand across the door, and finally found the handle.
I opened the door and scaled the wall for the light switch.
Finally I found it and I flicked it on. I made my way over to the sink on one foot, since my other was wrapped in a temporary cast.
I scrubbed my teeth with unnecessary force, because the fact that this was my first day of school had finally sunk in.
I quickly unwrapped my goths since im not supposed to get them wet, took the plate off, and finally pulled off my clothes and jumped into the bathtub for a quick shower, I had the feeling I was going to need it.
I walked over to my dresser and picked out a pair of dark skinny jeans, silver slip on's, and a light blue sweater with a black cami on underneath.
I pulled my brush through my thick strawberry blond hair as I made my way down the hall and into the kitchen for a breakfast of......"Cheerios." I said the familiar name out loud. My mother didn't like to cook, and my step father didn't even know how to make ice.
When I was done with my bowl of Cheerios, I just sat there waiting for my hair to dry, since I didn't have a hair dryer, and my mom never let me use hers. I always had to let my hair air dry.
I ran my fingers through my hair to test it. IT WAS DRY! I quickly limped up to my room and plugged in my straightener.
I turned my engine over as I climbed into my white C.R.V. It had trash all over the floor as usual.
I shut the door behind me, and I was on my way!
The school wasn't that hard to find, even though it was much smaller than my other school, it still wasn't difficult.
It had a big sign that said "Welcome to Seattle State High school!" A/N I just completely made that up on the spot ok? Sorry if it's lame!
I quickly found a park and pulled into it. I heard the familiar sound of my car honking behind me as I double locked it.
I strolled into the main building and walked up to the receptionist.
But apparently she didn't hear me. "Uhm, Mrs. HHHemmen?" I asked her, questionably looking at her name tag to see if I had pronounced it right.
"Oh, MY!" she gasped. "Don't you know not to scare an old lady!" she questioned me jokingly.
I smiled. "Apparently I don't!" I exclaimed in response. "I'm Bailey Rae?" I told her.
"Oh, our late arrival!" she gushed. And it was true, I was starting here 3 days late because of our moving situation.
"Well heres a map of the place, and your class schedule." She said, handing them to me.
"Thank you." I praised her as I walked out the door, to be greeted by......rain.
I briskly ran to building number 4, with my jacket pulled over my head since it didn't have a hood.
I skimmed over my schedule, ugh, Algebra is my first class?!?!?!?! "Failure here I come." I murmured to myself.
As I entered the building, several heads turned.
Just take a deep breath and get on with it! I encouraged myself.
"Ah....you must be Bailey I suppose?" My teacher questioned me.
"Yes sir." was my quick reply.
"hmmmmm........" He mumbled thoughtfully.
I stood there waiting for his reply.
"CONINGS!" He abruptly shouted.
I saw a boy's dirty blond head snap forward. "Yes-um." He answered. He had his hair parted to the side and half of it covering his eyes. He was cute in a way, I suppose. If you like the skater boy type.
"Bailey will be joining you for the rest of the year." He replied, a smug smile on his lips.
"Come on down!" A small smile lighting up his lips.
A smile immediately played it's way onto my lips without my knowing! I had the feeling he was just a fun guy to be around!
"HI! I'm Ryan Conings!" He greeted me as I stumbled into my seat.
"Hello." Was my breathless reply.
Mr. Barens called us to attention then, and continued on with his lesson.
I guess I zoned out after that because I didn't remember anything, and the bell had just rang.
With a groan, followed by many others, I rose up out of my seat.
"So how do you like school so far?" He sounded like he was hinting at something, but what it was, I didn't know.
So I tried a casual attempt.
"What! I've been here for a little over a hour and you're already wondering what crowd I'm going to fit into?" I teased him.
"No! I was just wondering how your day was!" He exclaimed humorously.
"Well you'll be the first to know! So you should be expecting a call at midnight tonight!" And with that remark I threw my jacket up and over my head once again, and ran out the door and onto the sidewalk that was dimmed with rain.
I could've sworn I heard him smile behind me.
He was cute, but.... not my type.
With a loud SLAM!! I dropped my lunch tray onto the table and sat down in the plastic chair supplying a unhappy grunt.
"Rough first day?" Ryan asked me, sitting down and scooting his chair a little to close to mine.
"UGH!" I bent down and pretended to slam my head repeatedly on the table.
"That bad, huh?" He comfortingly warped his arms around my shoulder.
"YES." I said with a sigh and shrugged off his hands, I thought I saw his smile faulter as I did this, but I must have been mistaken.
Apparently his other buddies joined him then and drew his attention from me.
I didn't mind it, I liked silence.
But then I heard my name being spoken.
"What?" I asked.
"Have you met Aurelia yet Bailey?" Ryan suddenly asked me.
I stared at the faces before me and recognized none of them so I just answered a simple "No, I haven't met her yet."
he pulled a girl onto his lap and said "This is my girlfriend Aurelia, Aurelia, meet Bailey, Bailey, meet Aurelia."
"Hi." I responded
"Hello there." she flashed a set of pearly white teeth at me.
I don't know why but I suddenly looked outside, as if something had pulled me there and had locked me in a trance.
A set of random lighting streaks soared across the sky and I saw the faint outline of something. A person maybe?
I looked to Ryans face to see if he had noticed anything, but apparently by his liplock with Aurelia, he hadn't.
I looked outside again but the figure was gone.