Bella's POV
Standing on the top of the Sydney harbour bridge with my eyes closed, I can feel the wind hit my body like a full body hug.
"This is it" I told myself. "It's time to let go. Goodbye sad life, Ella T is out of here." And with that final thought, I unhooked my harness and let myself free fall backwards off the bridge.
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"Ms? Excuse me, Ms? The plane will be landing soon. Could you please move your seat back to upright position?"
I opened my eyes and looked around. Huh?Where am I? How did I get here?
"Ms? Are you okay?" asked the brunette air hostess.
With the years of practice on not drawing attention to myself, I looked up at the air hostess and automatically nodded. What the hell is happening? Did I knock my head hard when I landed off the bridge?
I looked around me trying to find any sort of clue. It's obvious I'm on a plane. I looked down to my feet and saw a backpack on the floor, so I picked it up and looked inside. The bag was quite empty. There's only a thin wallet, an old Nokia mobile phone, and a crumpled up envelope.
I opened up the wallet first. Inside was a couple of American dollar notes, some old receipts, and a learner's permit. Isabella M Swan. 15 years old. United States of America? US dollars? The hell?!
I turned to look at the person to my left, then to the person on my right. Both middle aged ladies definitely looked nothing like this pretty teenage brunette white girl on the driver's license photo. I stared so long and hard at the wallet that when I felt a tap on my left shoulder, I jumped in my seat.
" Honey, you ok? That's a lovely ID photo of you. Why the frown?" said the lady sitting on my left.
I looked up at the lady with a thick American accent. She thinks I look like her? I'm not even the same size or race as this Isabella? I'm an overweight Aussie Chinese with olive skin, and this Swan girl is pale, slim, with beautiful hazel green eyes. Seriously, the only thing we remotely have in common is our long wavy brunette hair. This lady needs to get her eyes checked.
"You think we look alike?" I asked the lady with confusion in my voice.
"Of course dear! You young girls need to stop being so hard on yourselves. You are very photogenic. See for yourself!" Stated the lady, as she handed me her pocket mirror.
I looked into the mirror and got the shock of my life. Wtf? This must be some prank! Is this some sort of Japanese game show where people are secretly filming my reactions? Maybe I landed on my head, and this is part of the side effects of my brain injury. Yup, makes sense.
Being in such deep thought, I didn't even notice our plane landing. "Dear? Can I have my mirror back please? We've just landed, and I'd like to get off this stuffy old plane as soon as possible." Said the lady.
"Right! Sorry. Here you go. Thanks." I replied with an embarrassed blush while handing her the pocket mirror.
My mind was still spinning with questions, but deciding to worry later. I quickly grabbed my bag, and followed everyone else off the plane, trying to look like I know what I'm doing. Since I honestly have no idea where I was, nor do I have a clue on where my destination was suppose to be, once I reached the arrival hall, I dug through the backpack again, remembering an envelope I saw inside.
Inside the envelope was a passport, and three pieces of paper. Hmm...Change of custody paper, Hospital referral letter, and a Note to Bella? Am I a runaway foster kid or something? I guess a good starting point would be to read the letter for Bella.
"Bella, I have had enough. You have been nothing but a burden to me. I'm sick of having you hold me back from experiencing the good things in life.
Don't try to contact me, and if your memories come back, keep a lid on it. It's not like anybody cares anyway.
I, Renee Dwyer, hereby declare I give up all rights of custody of Isabella Marie Swan, and nominate Charles Swan to take over full custody. If he is unwilling, get him to call child services. Effective immediately."
Wow. Even as this girl, I still have a lousy mother. Wait. Bella Swan. Charles Swan. Renee? Aren't those characters from Twilight?! I'm Bella Swan now?!
*Faint*
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*Beep *Beep *Beep
Ow, why is my head throbbing? Opening my eyes, the first thing I felt was bright lights blinding me. I closed my eyes immediately, and attempted to open them again slowly. Much better. On the far left corner, I can see a nurses station with a few staff sitting and chatting. One of the nurse must have sensed my movements, because she looked up at me and greeted me with a friendly smile. Upon seeing the cringe on my face due to my throbbing headache, she rushed over to me, and pressed a red button.
"I'm glad to see you're finally awake! How you feeling? Can you tell me your name? Do you know where you are? Is there anything I can get for you?" ranted the nurse.
"Can I have some water please? Perhaps something for my headache too? And where am I?" I asked shyly.
The nurse immediately poured me a cup of water, and went off somewhere. Not long after, she came back with a little cup with pills in her hand, accompanied by a very handsome young doctor who looks too well put together to be real.
"Hello, Bella. It's nice to see you awake. I am Dr Carlisle Cullen, the MD of Forks hospital. How are you feeling? You gave your father quite the scare." said Dr Cullen dazzlingly .
I looked at Dr Cullen and suddenly remembered, that's right...I'm now magically living in Twilight world, and in the body of Bella Swan. This is so weird. So much to adjust to. And this guy is suppose to be a vampire? I really can't tell.
"Bella? Can you hear me? Are you okay?" asked Dr Cullen with concern, as he tapped my shoulder gently.
"Yea, sorry I spaced out for a moment. I don't remember anything. How did I end up here?" I asked curiously.
"Chief Swan was at the airport waiting to pick you up. He saw you faint by the baggage collection area. You hit your head pretty hard on the floor, so he called an ambulance and requested you be sent here directly to be treated by me. You certainly gave him quite the scare, Bella." Dr Cullen recalled with an amused but polite smile.
Well that explains my headache. I nodded while looking around the room trying to find my Twilight father, Charlie Swan, but couldn't see anyone remotely resembling a middle age man.
"If you're wondering where your father went, he's just gone out to pick up some dinner from the diner. I've notified him that you have woken up, so he should be back very soon." said Dr Cullen reassuringly.
Diner? I've seen heaps of those in American tv shows. Definitely will need to get my new dad to take me there sometime soon.
"Bella! Are you sure you're okay? You seem to be spacing out a lot. I've reviewed your medical records from Phoenix. It appears you've obtained a major head trauma about a fortnight ago, which resulted in selective amnesia. Has there been any improvements since then? Are there any current persisting symptoms which concerns you? Are you aware of what may have caused you to faint at the airport earlier today?" asked Dr Culled rapidly without even taking in a single breath.
Now I can see how he may be a vampire. That guy didn't inhale even once since I met him.
"Slow down, Dr Cullen. I'm feeling fine. Just a minor headache. And I honestly can't tell you anything. I don't remember anything. I don't even remember how I got on the plane, nor did I recognise myself in the mirror. Sorry I'm not much help, doc. You probably know more about me than I do." I replied jokingly.
I decided it's easier to tell half truth,half lies. Selective amnesia was definitely the perfect way to explain my lack of knowledge on anyone or anything. It can basically justify any odd changes to my personality or preferences. It especially saves me from having to explain things like why I had an Aussie accent. Everything can be thrown into the mystery that is my amnesia. Poor Dr Cullen.
From what I remember in the Twilight book, I vaguely remember Dr Cullen to be a curious man. His mind is probably working overtime on the mystery that is me. I wonder how much fun it will be if I start speaking fluently in Chinese to him. He will probably go into shock.
While I was lost in my thoughts again, Charlie Swan had returned. I was drawn back to reality when a heavenly smell hit my senses. Mmm...I need some of that food...
Looking around for the source of my salivation, I spotted an awkwardly shy looking middle age man with short brunette hair and a neatly trimmed moustache. In his hand was a large brown paper bag. I really hope this man is Charlie Swan. And I certainly hope that big bag of food in his hand is for both of us!
"Uh, hey Bella. Not sure if your remember me. I'm your dad, Charlie. How are you feeling?"asked Charlie, while rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
Score! That food will be mine!
I tried to contain my excitement over the food, and gave Charlie a friendly smile.
"Hi Charlie! I'm Bella. I'm feeling okay. Is that food for me?" I said enthusiastically. I could hear the staff around us laugh at our interaction. Well, so much for keeping it cool. Poor Charlie looked at me so awkwardly, not really knowing how to react.
After a short pause, Charlie smiled gently, nodded, and handed me the bag of food. I opened the bag with so much excitement, I could hear both Charlie and Dr Cullen chuckle softly at my enthusiasm. I pay them no mind. My focus was solely on the food right now. I mean, this is my first taste of authentic American diner food after all. OMG! I'm in America, eating diner food! This is so surreal!
What I find in the paper bag had me leaping forward to give Charlie a big hug. "Thank you! Thank you! Dad! This all looks amazing!" I said happily, while hugging him.
"You're welcome, kiddo. Glad your taste hasn't changed over the years." replied Charlie while awkwardly hugging me back gently.
Charlie bought me Mac and cheese, hot curly fries, fried chicken, and a slice of baked cheesecake. It appears young Bella Swan has the same taste in food as me. Wonderful! Now fingers crossed that I'll find some Asian food here too. Can't live without that.