Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, but I do own Amy Clyde.
A/N: It's at the bottom. Enjoy.
Chapter 1
Missing Sparkle
When I see your smile,
Tears run down my face.
I was driving to the airport, in an over crowed public bus. Not the best way to travel, filled with tourist and locals leaving. All the windows were down, but that didn't stop the heat, it was taking advantage on me. I was leaving my home town of Jackson, Florida to go stay with my Aunt and Uncle. My mum and dad have just recently died in a travelling accident, but that's to painful to discuss. My back was sticky because I wasn't dressed from normal Jackson weather, but for the miserably weather of Forks. I didn't want any carry on luggage, I would probably lose it anyway. I loved my aunt and uncle, and to an extent Forks as well. I loved how everywhere was covered in trees and surprisingly I loved the rain. Though, I didn't like how small it was populated, I just love big cities, that way you could have secrets.
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The bus pulled into the last stop, my stop, and everyone was rushing out at once. I was crushed in the mess and nearly lost my suitcase. I wait till everyone else was off and the driver came out to see if I was okay.
"You alright Miss?" He asked, I just nodded and started to pick up my suitcase. "Well not to sound rude, but this is my last stop and you need to get off." Again I just nodded and walked off the bus. The doors closed and the bus roared to life and I jumped slightly at the noise. I sighed and took my black heavy, sun absorbing, jacket off and lay it over my suitcase. I started my walk towards the airport in heavy boots, which made my feet weigh a tonne, light jeans and a plain white tee.
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The airport was busy, no packed full was a better way to describe it, and I couldn't move at all. The saying 'you're just a little fish in a big pond' fitted perfectly with what I was going through. I pushed my way to the line to check in, and nearly chuckled because of how short this line was to every other line. I would get I plane to Seattle, then a small plane ride to Port Angeles, and finally an hour ride with my aunt. I put on my best face, as the got line got shorter and it was my turn. Behind the counter was a slim, blonde with an over friendly smile.
"Hi, what's your name Miss?" She asked, just trying to be friendly, but I wasn't in the mood.
"Amy Clyde."
"Okay Amy, do you have your passport and boarding ticket?" Well if I didn't would I be standing in this line?
"Yes, here they are." I gave her them both and she looked at the in an interesting manor.
"You're only sixteen, right?"
"Yes."
"Is this your first time flying alone?"
"Yes." This was getting on my nervous now, I just wanted to go through security and buy some food and drink.
"Will you be requiring any assistance."
"No thank you."
"Well, here is your stuff, and I hope you have a pleasant journey." I wonder what she would be like if I told her my parents had just died?
"Thanks." I left with no excess baggage, just carrying my jacket, which had everything I needed in it.
I made a quick stop in the bathroom and hated what I saw. I was looking in the mirror and hated my reflection, a small brunette. With blue eyes, that had lost their sparkle. Bags under my eyes, and my skin was verging to become an inhumanly shade of white. I shivered whenever I saw my reflection nowadays. I had lost my sparkle and wasn't sure if I was going to get it back, ever.
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The plane ride was relaxing, but not enjoyable. But being in the sky, the clear blue one, let me register what had happened to my life, and where it all went wrong. Then the cloudy sky let my thoughts wonder and put my mind at ease.
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The ride home was fast, I slept through most of it, and when I was awake did my best to make small talk. These days I wasn't up for talking much. Like I said the sparkle was gone. When we reached my new home, there was a new car outside. A Ford, I didn't know what make, but it was a shinny, but not to shinny, shade of black.
"Is that Mark's new car?" I asked, Mark was my uncle and Megan was my aunt.
"No, that's for you darling." She answered.
"Thanks, its really amazing." I put on a forced grin, and hugged her side. This small, forced, gesture made her smile, but done nothing for me. Probably because I knew it was forced. We went in the house and nothing had changed, my baby and school photos were still hanging proudly on the wall. So were our family photos and they hurt. A sudden wave of emotion filled me and I rushed up to my room, knowing where it was, and was grateful that my one bag was light. I didn't unpack, I just throw the suitcase into the cupboard, pulled down the blinds and closed the curtains. My room was completely dark, just the way I wanted it right now. I jumped onto my bed and buried my head in my pillow and cried. I could hear my muffled sobs, and didn't care for once, didn't care about my 'tough girl' image, I just let it all out.
A/N: Short chapter, I know. But I will update again today. Please review, all types welcome and I am open to criticism.
