Hi, this is kind of a stupid story, and I really have no idea why I'm posting it, but I did, so oh well. I'll probably end up deleting it!! HAHAH! Oh, btw: I used fake names and places!! oh, and I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT!
I was in the car, on the way to the Vancouver airport.
"You don't have to do this you know." my mom told me for the millionth time. It was a fairly cold, wet, rainy day in Vancouver. The windshield wipers were getting a workout, and we had the seat heaters on.
"I want to mom." I said, crossing my arms over my chest. I was an OK liar, but my mom could always tell when I was lying. I'd been saying this lie so often though, that it sounded like the truth to me. I didn't hate St. Albert, but I didn't love it either. The only thing there was my dad.
I was headed to St. Albert. It was a tiny little town about 2 hours away from Edmonton. It always had snow there, and cloudy days, so, seeing as it was September, I assumed it would be extremely rainy there as well. I walked to the counter with my mom. I was fairly used to this routine. I'd done it once a month for 7 or 8 years now, going back and forth between my mom and dad. But I'd wanted a change. I was tired of my little all girls private school, and I wanted new people to socialize with. I was the kind of person who constantly needed change. So, I decided to go and live with my dad.
I was through security and at my gate in no time. Luckily, I had enough money and time to buy a few things for the plane ride. I picked out two new ones that I'd never seen before, a chocolate bar, and a lemonade.
"Now boarding Westjet flight 111 with service to Edmonton Alberta." The flight attendant called, signaling it was time for me to board. I picked up my light backpack and trudged over into the boarding line.
"Hello, welcome to West Jet. how old are you?" The flight attendant asked me when I handed her my ticket.
"Seventeen." I answerd, grabbing my photo ID. I knew she was going to ask for it anyway.
"Thank you, and have a nice flight." She said with a fake smile. I hated looking at them sometimes, they were so fake.
I walked through the small 'tunnel' and onto the airplane. My seat was 20D. Good, and aisle. When I as little, I'd preferred a window seat, but now, I loved aisle seats. I sat down, and opened my large novel. I was reading when a lady stopped beside where I was sitting.
"Oh, hello. Are you in here?" I asked her, getting up so she could get into her seat.
"Actually, 21D is my seat." She said. I looked up at the seat markers.
"Oops, oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" I said blushing. "I thought that this was row 20." I picked up all of my stuff, and made my way one seat up.
After that one mixup, my plane ride was short, and rather enjoyable. No one occupied the seat next to me, so there was a space between myself and another boy who didn't say anything except 'excuse me' when he was trying to get to his seat.
I got off the plane and made my way to the boarding lounge. I went through the first set of sliding doors that led to a staircase and an escalator. In all of the years that I'd done this, I'd never once taken escalator. I went through the second set of sliding doors and saw my dad and his new wife Sharryn waiting for me. As soon as my dad saw me, his face lit up. He was always so happy to see me.
"Hi dad!" I said, giving him a huge hug as he spun me around. It was what we'd done for years. A tradition.
He placed me down on the ground. "Hi Sharryn!" I said, running over to her, and giving her a large hug as well. Some people hated their step mothers, but I loved mine. She made my dad happy, and she made me laugh.
"Hello there cutie pie!" She said, hugging me back tightly. "Wait until you see what we did to your bedroom!" Sharryn was a decorating type. She loved to paint, sew, and do anything else alike. She had redone my entire room when she found out I was going to be living here permanently. For four years, my room was a bright shade of pink, with electric green and red accents. Audrey Heburn, my favorite actress, was on the wall above my bed and I had my own ensuite. I adored my room, but she'd done that when I was thirteen. It was time for a change, according to Sharryn.
The car ride was anything but quiet. My dad had his Ipod plugged in, and was blasting one of my favorite songs; 'American Pie'. We made lots of conversation about everything, and Sharryn told me that my room was light blue. I was happy. After I'd turned fifteen, I'd turned tomboyish. I was such a girlie girl before, and I just changed. I don't know why. I hardly even liked shopping anymore!
"Here we are," Dad said, pulling into the garage. As soon as the car was out, I grabbed my two suitcases from the back, and threw my backpack over my shoulder.
"Wow you hardly brought anything." Sharryn said, eyeing my two small suitcases. My dad and I laughed at her. I made my way to my room, witch was in the basment. As soon as I opened the door, my mouth dropped.
The walls were painted a light blue, with white and yellow accents. Not a neon yellow, but a nice light yellow. The bed spread was handmade by Sharryn (not that you could tell) and it had little squares of yellow and blue in diffrent shades. My desk that used to be green, was now yellow, and had little painted blue flowers going down the legs.
"Do you like it?" Sharryn asked me from the door.
"Of course! Thanks so much!" I said, as I ran over to her, giving her another big hug.
"We have one more suprise for you." My dad said. By this time, I was already super excited. I couldn't imagine what else they could have done for me!
"We want you to be happy here, so we bought you a little gift." He said, leading me outside.
"It's outside?" I asked confused. I looked around for my suprise and my dad and Sharryn laughed at me.
"It's inside the garage." Sharryn said, clicking the garage door opener to reveal a large shape covered by a car.
"OH MY GOSH! NO WAY! DAD, YOU DIDN'T JUST BUY ME A CAR! THANKS SO MUCH!" I said, hugging them both and jumping up and down. I ran over to the car. I tore the sheet off and revealed the cutest little car in the world. It was a '53 ford pickup truck, but it looked as if someone had re-painted it light blue. I loved it as soon as I saw it. It was one of those cars that never gets ruined.
After I was done looking at my car, Sharryn set out dinner on the table.
"Are you ready for your first day of school tomorrow Katie?" She asked me.
"Yeah, I guess." I said, poking my pasta with my fork. I'd only been the new kid in school once. And it was grade eight, so it really wasn't a big deal. That was the year that I switched from a cozy little middle school up on the mountain to a fancy private school downtown. And even then, I hated it.
I rinsed my dishes in the sink before putting them in the dishwasher. Then, I helped clear the table, and cut myself an apple. I put my apple into a bowl and went down the stairs. I loved my room. It kind of reminded me of the forest from 'A Mid Summer Night's Dream'. I found myself drifting off to sleep very quickly. I blamed it on the time change. Stupid time zones.