AN: I wouldn't advise team Edwards to read this.
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--skittles.
I can't believe I decided on this. My mother, Renee, was very distressed and sad for my departure. I gave her a hug and she squeezed me with all her might, making it hard to breathe. I let out a squeak and she knew it was time to release me. I smiled reassuringly.
"I promise I'll email everyday." I grabbed my suitcase and headed to the car.
"You better! Oh Bella, I wish I wasn't so busy traveling with Phil. I love you so much." She said.
"I love you too. And it's fine. I need to see different parts of the world." My lips tugged into one last smile as I loaded the car and Phil drove me off to the airport. The ride there was awkwardly quiet. He didn't say much, which I liked. After we arrived, he grabbed my suitcase and faced me.
"Bye Bella, me and your mother are gonna miss you." He said with a small smile, trying his best. Which I liked. I gave him a break and reassured him also.
"It's fine, Phil. Good luck on baseball." I said and he was off. I went through all the procedures that you needed to go through when about to board a plane. Once on, a fell asleep quickly, hoping this would be over with. I hated planes, heights or anything to do with flying.
It's a good thing that it was August, I would hate to have started school in the middle of the semester. What a nightmare. Although I didn't want to think about school just yet. Would I have any friends? I hoped. And yet didn't. I didn't want to be lonely but deal with annoying people who hovered around me all the time.
I sighed. I just couldn't be pleased, could I?
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The plane came to a halt and I woke up from the intercom saying to get out of your seats. I knew my father, Charlie was going to be there. I was nervous but excited. I hadn't seen him in forever. I grabbed my stuff and headed out to find Charlie. He was standing around, shifting his position every five seconds. His eyes lingered around, very uncomfortable and probably getting antsy.
I walked up to him and gave him a hug. He chuckled and patted my back.
"Nice to see you, Bells." He said with a smile. I returned that gesture with my own and we headed off torwards his police car.
"So what have you been up to lately?" He asked about fifteen minutes into the ride.
"Nothing much, packing I guess." He made one of his small chuckles that he always does then parked into the driveway. Everything looked unfamiliar to me. But I hadn't been here since I was five or so.
"Wow." I said, studying the exterior walls of the house.
"C'mon, let's go inside." He said, grabbing my luggage and walking inside. I opened the door for him and he put the suitcases in my "new" room. It wasn't new, but it was re-arranged a bit. To look more older. The pink walls were gone. Although I never really liked pink.
"Thanks C-dad." Oops, I forgot.
"I have to go over to Harry Clearwater's tomorrow for fishing. His daughters are moved out but Billy has a son about your age." Charlie said and left the room. I inhaled and exhaled, wondering what would happen in the few weeks I had left of summer. I unpacked a bit then went down stairs for dinner. Charlie was cooking an almost charred fish. I laughed.
"Mind if I make dinner?" I said. He nodded sheepishly and walked off to the TV room to watch the game. I loved cooking so I didn't mind. I grabbed another fish from the freezer and plopped it on a pan. It sizzled and I added breadcrumbs and seasoning. I heated up some extra pasta he had in the fridge and sprinkled that with butter and Parmesan.
"It's done." I called and placed the food down on the table for Charlie. He took a bite and his eyes lit up.
"Wow Bells, this is great. Where did you learn to cook?" He asked, digging in.
"Well, over the summer I was bored so I decided to practice cooking, hoping it would come in handy over here. Guess I was right." We both laughed. After dinner, I went upstairs, took a shower and put on a loose Tee and flannel pajamapants. I unpacked a little more and burrowed into my blankets and drifted off into a nice sleep.