The fire in her eyes
I always found planes to be annoying. There was just something about being confined in such a small space with so many other people.
Or maybe it was because humans weren't really meant to fly. I glanced sideways at the passenger next to me. He was a business man by his suit.
He glared at me and I looked away with a smirk on my features. The flight attendant was walking towards us up the aisle.
"Would you like something sweety?" she said
I mentally groaned I hated false sweetness. I furthermore hated the reason for this move.
I honestly hadn't gotten in that much trouble Phil was just over reacting and feeding my paranoid mother unlikely scenarios.
"No thank you" I politely declined just to get her to move on.
She was too perfect looking and it made me sick looking at her. She looked up and met my eyes, blanched and quickly moved on.
I barely stifled the urge to chuckle. I could guess what she was thinking it was what everyone thought when they first saw me.
Instead I smiled and resumed reading my battered copy of Dracula. I couldn't wait until the rest of my stuff got there.
I didn't trust Renee or Phil not to go through everything. So they could take out stuff they didn't like. So I mailed some of my stuff to myself.
I trusted her with the mundane stuff like my books and Cd's but with my Wicca stuff no way.
Some of my things were in the cargo hold in the bottom of my suitcases or else the plane wouldn't let them on board especially my anthame.
Everything I personally valued was in my bags and what didn't fit was shipped by me personally.
The only thing I regretted was leaving behind my motorcycle and my boyfriend.
I sighed and leaned back in my chair switched songs on my iPod and tried not to think about everything I was leaving behind especially my friends.
The pilot announced our landing. I flipped the tray closed and locked it. Landings always made me nervous. So my knuckles were white on the hand-rests by the time we touched down.
I was slowly calming down as we taxied towards the gate.
I took deep calming breaths until the walkway was connected. As soon as the flight attendant said so I unhooked my seat belt grabbed my Emily bag and my coffin purse
Then headed for the door. The flight attendant from earlier stepped out of my way as I headed for the door.
She probably was afraid I'd step on her toes with my buckle boots.I grinned as I stepped past her and headed down the ramp.
My black tutu ruffle skirt made a swishing sound that was soon followed by the clunk of my boots.
I just wanted to be off this plane and on solid ground. I could just imagine the look on Charlie's face when he saw me.
The last time he saw me was when I was six. So I knew he wasn't ready for my new look.
I stopped and dug my camera out of my purse I had to get that look on film, Angie and the girls would love it.
I walked through the gate and looked for the most likely person to look like a cop. There he was standing towards the back in blue jeans, a t shirt and a ball cap.
I chuckled to myself the man had small town sheriff written all over him.I approached him
"Bells?" said the man.
I raised the camera and clicked the photo. He frowned at me
"Charlie?" I asked after I took the photo
"Ah yeah why did you take my picture?" he asked
"Because that look was just priceless" I answered
"Your mother wasn't kidding when she said you changed" he said
I nodded mom was right about that. I definitely wasn't the mousy book worm anymore. He looked me up and down and then frowned again.
"C'mon lets go get your luggage I still have to work tonight" he said
They headed towards the baggage claim in silence. She really appreciated Charlie lack of hovering. It was partially the reason she agreed to this move.
Her father had to be better then a boarding school, right?
She glanced sideways at the man. She sure hoped so, it would truly suck if she had to use some magic on her own father.
They entered the baggage claim and she looked around for passengers she recognized.
Finally her eyes landed on the harried mother from three seats in front of her. She made her way towards that baggage claim.
"C'mon she was on my flight" said Bella
She nodded towards the woman who was currently trying to reign in her six year old.
Charlie smirked and followed his daughter towards the luggage carouse. They waited patiently while the carousel turned and dropped bags onto the metal carousel.
One of her plaid bags slid down the chute and Bella deftly grabbed it. A few minutes later the other two slid into view and then her steamer trunk was last.
"I think I better go grab a cart" said Charlie
He walked over to the coin vend cart rack dropped some coins in the slot and pulled one free.
They loaded it in silence and Charlie pushed it towards the door leading out to the parking lot.
Luckily the cruiser had a huge trunk. Unfortunately all of her bags wouldn't fit with the steamer trunk in there. So some ended up in the back seat.
"Wow you sure have a lot of stuff" said Charlie
"I have more coming in the mail" said Bella
Charlie groaned and Bella chuckled.
"I'm a teenager dad got to have my stuff."she said
"Isn't that whats taken over my cruiser?" he teased
The next few minutes were awkward as Charlie thought of something to say next.
"So I redid your old room but I don't think your going to like it" said Charlie
He looked pointedly at my outfit and then shook his head.
"Do you mind if I redecorate it?"she said.
He frowned but then reluctantly nodded
"Just so long as you don't paint the walls black" he said
I smirked at him I had no intention of doing anything of the sort.
"Actually I was thinking of a mural, but only if I have enough walls" I answered
"well you have three and one with a window" he answered
I nodded absently and looked out the window. We passed the welcome to Forks sign and I frowned. The population numbers hadn't fluctuated that much since I had been here last.
"Yep still a small town" said Charlie
He must have seen the look on my face. We passed a large two story building.
"And that's the high school" he said absently
I looked at the small campus and wrinkled my nose. Man that was pathetic they didn't even have any portables. I sighed out loud already missing Phoenix just for it's size alone.
"I know it's small but you'll make new friends don't worry" said Charlie
I frowned that wasn't what was bothering me. It was the strange nagging sensation I had since getting on the plane.
At first I thought it was my fear of flying but it stayed with me when we left the airport. Oddly it seemed to be getting stronger the closer to Forks we got.
The high school made it spike for some reason and that unnerved me. I put on a false smile and pushed my nagging sixth sense to the back of my mind.
I had two days until I started school anyways. Which meant one and a half for me to decide what to wear for my first day.
I was carefully aware of what image I wanted to project to the citizens of forks and it wasn't sweet little innocent Bella.
The house was just as I remembered it from all of my summers spent here. A cute two story affair with the backyard facing the woods.
I smiled because I knew my room would still have that luscious view of the treeline.
Charlie pulled into the driveway and unlocked the back door so I could grab my bags. I grabbed two and Charlie grabbed the two remaining ones.
I followed him to the front door and waited patiently for him to unlock the door. He flicked on the lamp as he trudged inside and started up the stairs to my room.
He set the bags inside the door and headed past me to the cruiser.
The trunk was still full and my trunk was heavy. I dropped what I was carrying and followed him downstairs to help.
It took quite a bit more maneuvering and swearing for us to get the trunk out of the cruiser's trunk.
"Odd I'm sure it was easier to get this in here than this" I said after we had finally dragged it free.
"geez girl what you got in here?" he asked
"books and Cd's and stuff" I answered
No way was I telling him exactly what those books were about.
"so what do you listen to now?" he asked
I shrugged
"metal, Celtic stuff, grunge,techno why?" I asked
"Celtic stuff?" he asked
I shrugged and helped him carry the heavy trunk up the stairs and into my room we dropped it by the door and Charlie heaved a sigh of relief
"wow that was heavy I'm going to go get a beer if you need me I'll be watching the game." said charlie
I was absurdly grateful for charlie's lack of hovering. It would make unpacking so much easier. I looked around the room.
Charlie had painted the walls a bright cheery yellow. I groaned I would have to cover the walls with primer before I began my designs. I pulled off my boots and leaned back on the bed.