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I really really hate flying. Finally the plane touched down on the ground and I breathed a sigh of relief. You would think the amount of flying I do I would ... enjoy it? Well not really but really, I shouldn't be terrified, especially after ... However I was and today was no exception. I got out of the comfy seat (we were travelling first class of course) and grabbed the bag that my dad had got down for me. Even in heels I was still short.
"Thanks dad "I mumbled with a scowl on my face, this was all so unfair.
"No problem princess "he smiled and placed a kiss on my forehead. He seemed oblivious to my, very obvious, annoyance at having to move across the world to a tiny town I hadn't been to since I was ... six? Since then I had definitely changed. I used to wear cute little pink dresses (hence my princess nickname – I was a typical Barbie and Britney girl until I realised what I retard that made Me. thank you very much puberty for that one). I also used to wear my hair in little ponytails with ribbon. That had definitely changed. I had just got all the red dye out the day before we left but had left my layers in. Now it was its usual light brown colour. I pumped up the top layer with my hands and then took a deep breath walking down the plane out of the door and straight into the cold, damp air. I shivered violently.
Green. That's what I saw first and this wasn't even the place yet we still had to drive for umm...a while.
"Woopie! " I whispered sarcastically.
"Awww come on princess you used to love forks! And it's got a beach as well – you know how much you love the beach" my dad was very excited. I'd never seen him this happy really. Well I had but like happy not ... high. He looked like I did after my third pack of haribo bears. I guess his hometown meant a lot to him. I couldn't be bitchy when my dad was trying this hard. His stupid smile and laugh was too damn infectious and I found myself chuckling as I followed him across to the car.
I whistled as looked at the car.
"What you're in the FBI now? " I asked as my dad put on his shades. At this I pulled a face. Suit check. Shades check. Black SUV check. What next?
To this question my dad made a gun with his hands and started to shoot me. To this I stuck my tongue out and then collapsed dramatically onto the – damp – concrete.
"Eww "I moaned as my mother pulled me up.
"Please stop acting like children!! "Although she was laughing along with us so I knew she was only joking. I dusted off my jeans and picked up my black and white weekend bag.
The rest of the luggage was already there. Most of it had been shipped over weeks ago with only the major stuff staying behind. I'd been living out of my limited suitcase worth of clothes that were safely in the boot of my dad's new shiny black SUV – with tinted windows of course. Although why we would need them I'm not sure I mean the weather here was worse than England. And seriously that's saying something.
I could see the grey clouds start to move over me and I grimaced. I didn't hate rain so much as I hated being out in it. The whole rainstorm at night while tucked up nice and cosy is a nice comforting feeling. Standing in the rain in a car park in peep toe heels. Not so much.
Inside the car was black leather. What was my dad dead now or something? His black suit and tie blended into the interior – his crisp white shirt and paling tan the only thing that stood out. My mother however dressed in a colourful flowery dress and dazzling smile stood out perfectly.I could appreciate this now more than ever. My mother is the mould for all the other trophy wives. She used to be a big movie star but had given up acting to become a mother. I never really understood why. She was an amazing actress and you could tell she enjoyed it. I never got the reason for such a big sacrifice but she always said that I and dad were all she ever needed. The acting was just something to do until I finally came along.
Her brown hair framed her fair in delicate curls and her perfectly applied makeup made her glow even in the dull light of Port Angeles. We had got the flight from London to Seattle. Then another onto Port Angeles. After that we had to drive to the house in Forks. My dad pulled the car out of the car park and we started the hour (at least) journey. I dug out my iPod from my bag and put in the ear buds.
Ladyhawke – Magic came on and I rested my head against the cold window as the rain started to fall and the scenery sped past.
'Coz your over the Atlantic baby,
And you`re taking me for granted baby '
At this I smiled. I was over the Atlantic but I wasn't going to take it for granted. Sure it may not be the party girl lifestyle I was used to. But I was going to enjoy it.
