Chapter 2
The plane ride was really boring. All I had to occupy myself with was my music. But I was excited none the less. I love adventure. The feeling of being in a new surrounding and discovering new things exhilarates me. I've always been an adventurous and daring kid. My dad always admired me for it but my mom on the other hand... well to put it lightly... she hated it. She was always worried I get hurt in one way or another. Ugh, worry wort.
In some ways I'm glad I'm leaving my mother. Don't get me wrong I'm seriously going to miss her but there are just some rules I'm extremely happy to be rid of. Such as having a bed time and not being able to eat after eight or not being able to have my friends around when there isn't an adult in the house. I know my mom trust me but in her mind it's, "I'd rather be safe than sorry."
As I get off the plane at the Seattle Airport I see a tall black man with a sign that says Alexandra and I know that it's my dad waiting for me. I run straight towards him with my luggage in hand. But soon I just drop my stuff all together and just run to him. Then I jump into his arms while screaming, "Daddy!"
"Hey Alex. I missed you."
"I missed you too!" I reply and it's true I did miss my father. It's been years since I've last seen him. The only thing is, is that I'm not fully sure if he truly feels the same way. But I push that feeling away and enjoy the moment.
We stay like this for a while then my dad say, "Lets get you home. I have a surprise for you." A surprise? He hasn't gotten me anything for years! Maybe he does care. I think to myself. I mean if he didn't he wouldn't look happy or even try to win back my trust. Then again he doesn't even know that he lost it years ago.
Read his mind stupid. I tell myself. No. I promised myself and my mom that I wouldn't do that anymore. I shouldn't invade other people's privacy the way I used to and abuse my powers. New town, new me. I keep telling myself that over and over. I will change my ways when it comes to my powers, be more responsible with my actions.
Once we get into my father's car I ask him, "What's my surprise?"
"Sticks, I can't tell you, then it wouldn't be a surprise." he smiles and I turn away and stare out the window and pout. I hate surprises. I have a naturally curious mind that never shuts up until it gets answers. But after a while a get over it and smile because he used one of my old nicknames, Sticks.
As a child mt father always called me sticks because I was so small and skinny to the point where I looked like a stick. But now I have a little bit more of an hour glass figure. My body started filling out in all the right places. Then the fight training I've had since I was five had given me a toned body.
The drive to my dad's, our, house was a couple hours but I was still bored with a little bit a paranoia. My surprise is still stuck on my mind. Though it was tamed somewhat since my dad loves to blast his rap music in the car. Yes, he is one of those people.
A few conversations sprung up but they were mostly on how I'm doing with my fighting and my power training. Which I told him was pretty good and the fact that I'm at the top of my class made him very pleased. One thing my dad loves is being at the top and winning. Which shouldn't surprise me since he is the chief of police in the small town of Forks where he lives.
As soon as we reach the house I see an extra car in the drive way. My dad only has two cars. His police one and the one we're in now. I wonder who else is here especially without my dad knowing. The car is a really old red Chevy. Whoever drives this thing must be asking for a death wish. That thing is a dinosaur.
"Daddy, who's car is that?" I look at him and see a sheepish grin on his face. Then he points to me and says, "Yours."
I give him an incredulous look. That thingis mine? Is he joking? Does he want me to die? I can't drive that thing! I'm so tiny and that thing is humongous! Plus it's the ugliest thing I've ever seen and I never call anything ugly! I can't be seen driving that thing. My dad realizes this and says, " Sorry, I know it's not the best but I didn't have enough money to buy a better one. So I got this for free from my friend Billy Black."
Yeah but you drove us here in a mustang, I think. But I pretend that I'm not mad because he did get this thing out of kindness. It will just have to "breakdown" by tomorrow when school starts.
When my dad opens the door to the house and we step inside I'm shocked by what I see. The house is neat and organized like a house should. When I step inside there is a wall slash divider between the living room and the kitchen, which gives the kitchen two entry ways to my left. To my right is the couch facing the television on the other side of the living room. Between the wall the the couch is a pathway to the stairs.
I walk into the kitchen and see that there isn't a dishwasher. Great now I have to wash all of my dishes my hand. I think sarcastically to myself.
"Your room is upstairs to the left," says my dad. I turn around and flash to my room. Oh how I love being able to move at the speed of light. Walking normally felt so slow after requiring that power. Which is why it feels like forever for my dad to bring me my luggage.
As I open my door I see my dad had worked really hard at decorating my room and it looks very nice. A full sized bed is pushed against the left wall in the dead center of it. Next to it on either side is a bedside table. Then next to the door on the right is the closet. To the right of the closet in the corner is a desk for me to do my work. Lastly towards the back right hand corner is a book shelf filled with books.
At first I didn't understand why but now I get it. My mom must have told my dad about how I love to read and all the the books that I have read. I guess my dad bought all of them for me because they are all on the this made me squeal. My dad does care.
My dad laughs at my enthusiasm and sets my luggage down next to my bed so I can unpack and starts to walk out of the room. Once he gets to the door he stops and turns his head.
"Don't forget you have to wake up on time to get to school tomorrow. You're mom told me you tend to wake up late," my dad warns me.
"I promise I will wake up on time to go to school. I already set my alarm on my phone." I smile and turn to get my iPod out of my carry on bag. I turn put my headphones on and turn on my music and start unpacking as my dad walks out the room. I don't want to have to deal with unpacking after school tomorrow. Also because I know if I don't do it now it will never get done
I finish unpacking around seven and head downstairs to eat something. The second I raid the fridge I find myself in snack heaven but no real food. I know my dad can cook but most of the time he's too lazy to actually make something. I guess that's where I got my laziness from. But this means I have to stop being lazy and go shopping tomorrow so we can actually have real food to eat.
I settle on a frozen ellios pizza since there's nothing else to really eat. As I sit here I realize that tomorrow I'm going to be the newbie. Of coarse I need to make a good impression but I want to be different here. I want to be more bold. No longer the shy too innocent girl I once was back at home. Time to get rid of the shy and innocent Alexandra and bring out the fierce tiger within her.
