This must have been the longest and most boring flight ever. It might only have lasted two hours and a half, but I couldn't sleep because of how nervous I was. Seeing my father for the first since I was seven seemed quite troubling. Especially since I doubted he even knew how I looked like these days. Truth is: I no longer was the sweet, little girl who wore pigtails and cute pink ribbons in her hair. Here I was wearing those tight skinny jeans, a dark blue blouse and those common patent leather boots. And the funny fact was that I looked actually more confident than I was. My mother liked fashion. I used to hate it…until she showed me the good side effects of it. It might sound cheesy, but the prettier I looked; the friendlier people were talking to me. The boys were nicer, the girls would leave me alone…which I was more than fine with because I just couldn't stand gossip and stuff. So I started trying to look edgier than I actually was and life became much more exciting

I've never been the kind to party a lot… or even hang out with my friends a lot. I was more focused on school, trying to have the best grades possible. But I have to say that I had a blast every single time I decided to truly be seventeen years old. But here I was looking for an old man I did not even remembered that well.

After getting my luggage and a small cup of coffee, I headed outside and decided to wait for my father. But ten minutes went by without any sight of him. That's when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry, are you Isabella Swan?"

Startled by the voice, I turned around to see a bleached blonde woman smiling at me. I quickly answered: "Yeah…do I know you?"

"I'm Irina Swan," She offered me her hand to shake. "Charlie, hum…your father asked me to come and get you. I'm his wife, eh… he told me to tell you that he couldn't get out of work earlier, so that's why I'm here." She told me before giving me one of those awkward quick hug. She then looked down, making me notice a small little boy with dark blonde hair and said:

"This is our son, Seth. He's four so I had to bring him with me. The other two are still at school."

I nodded, still not making eye contact with Irina and swiftly waved at Seth.

"Hi, I'm Bella." I said, smiling down at him. Thinking he was gonna answer, I awkwardly stood, silent, in front of him until his mom took his hand and broke the silence. "I'm sorry, he's a little shy at first but he'll open up soon. I'm sure." Irina then mentioned that we had to keep going because she only had a ten minutes parking spot. So we quietly started walking toward her car, me following her because I had no clue how the car looked like.

It turned out Irina was much more a pain in the ass than I first thought. She spent the whole thirty-minute drive complaining about the weather, how loud her son was and how she couldn't wait until I met her other children. In fact, it couldn't have gotten more awkward if I had told her how unpleasant that thought was. She kept talking, never shutting up. At. All. She told me all about her daughter, Kate, the oldest. How good she was doing, how pretty she was. To be honest, I'm pretty sure she thought I knew them, or at least their names, how they looked like, how old they were. But I didn't. She wasn't even pregnant when my father and I stopped talking to each other. So I only kept nodding to everything she said, hopping I could get out of this car already. Usually, if I were quiet for too long, people would ask me why I wasn't talking. But she didn't. It struck me that she was a talker, not a listener. And I was fine with that…if she could at least shut up five seconds. The fact that her boy was screaming backside didn't help either. It turned out he wanted ice cream and she wouldn't get him some. At this point, I was tempted to make her stop at a drugstore and buy him fucking ice cream myself. But it probably wouldn't have made a good first impression.

Just when Seth finally fell asleep, his cheek leaned against the window; Irina announced we were home. I looked up to take notice of the huge, white mansion in front of me. The thought that my dad was making such a good living saddened me when I remembered the small apartment my mom and I shared. But I smiled anyway when Irina looked at me, probably waiting for me to get out of her perfectly neat black BMW. I hopped out of the car and made my way toward the house, hugging my suitcase to my chest.

Being here, isolated with strangers suddenly made me sick to the stomach and wanting nothing more than to be alone in my room…or anywhere else but here. Sadly, it was not like a really had a choice or somewhere else to go. So I walked up the steps to the porch, and waited for Irina to open the door. When she did, I got the chance to see a wide, beautiful staircase right in front of me. To the left, the kitchen and dinning room while the living room was to the right. Everything looked pretty much classy and luxurious which really pissed me off, but I was good at hiding it. I let Irina show me around while Seth was still sleeping, alone in the car. For an unknown reason she had left him there.

I followed her until we reached a door on the second floor that she quickly announced as my bedroom. She opened the door to reveal a small French style chamber with a single bed and two windows. At least my room didn't look like it had been too designed like the rest of the house, making me feel a little bit better.

Finally, Irina came with the conclusion that I was probably tired with all the traveling I did and left the room…and truthfully, I didn't know how I was going to survive the next few years here.