Chapter 2- Uh Oh
I ran out the door and grabbed my bike while Jake waited at the end of my driveway.
"By mom! By dad! See you later!" I called to my parents and then proceeded to bike down the driveway, and past Jake. Every day, Jake and I ride our bikes together to school, La Push Elementary, and every day it is a race to see who is faster. I usually win, and today I am absolutely sure that I probably won't. Usually, after I have one of my dreams, my mind is always on it for the rest of the day. Today, though, Jake and I did not race; we just went somewhat faster than slow so we weren't late.
When we got to school, we saw our friends waiting for us. Our friends include Quil Jr, Embry, and the twins Leah and Seth. They are all in our grade, 5th, and then we have Paul, Jared, and Sam, who are all in the grade above us, in 6th. When we got in the school, everyone was looking at me worriedly, like every morning after I had my dreams. They didn't know about my dreams, but they always knew when something was up.
"Hey guys, who won today?" Seth asked us in his usual joking manner. Seth is my next best friend, after Jake, and one time he was sleeping over at Jake's house when I had my nightmare. And Seth being Seth could tell that it happened again and was taking it easy on me, by distracting everyone from me.
"Bells won again, today, Seth, you should know that by now!" Jake said with a laugh and by the time our classes started, I was fully distracted from my dream, and happily going to first class, I was laughing along with Seth and Leah (who are in my first class). My first class was English, and then I had Math and Science, then it was lunchtime. Classes most of the morning was dragging by, and by the time we got to lunch I had forgotten completely about my dream. I had Quil in my science class, so by the time we got to lunch, Embry, Leah, Seth, and Jake were already there. Paul, Jared, and Sam are in La Push Middle School.
Lunch went by quickly and I had three more classes for the day: Gym, Reading, and Social Studies. It was in Social Studies, though, when things got interesting. The teacher, Ms. Maloney was halfway through telling us the project we were going to be working on, when she got a phone call. Then she asked if it could wait for five minutes, and after that she gasped, and said 'right away'. When she hung up, she looked at me and I knew my dream was coming true. And not in the good way.
"Bella, your father is here to pick you up. You may go." Huh. Usually dad would tell me if he was going to pick me up. I just nodded and grabbed my backpack, then left the classroom. When I got to the main office, dad looked like he had been crying.
"Daddy, what's wrong? Where's mom?" I asked and he just told me to get in the car and that my bike was already in the back. "Dad, please! What's going on?" I started crying, his anger and sadness was killing me.
"Your mom was in a car accident today. She's in a coma right now, but she can't get the right medical care she needs here, so we are moving to Phoenix, Arizona." Then I started crying.
"This can't be happening! No it was like my dream!" Then it dawned on me that we were moving, "wait! We can't move! What about all my friends here?" I asked dad.
Suddenly he stopped the car and looked straight at me with hateful eyes.
"YOU! THIS WAS YOUR FAULT! YOU HAD THAT GOD FORSAKEN DREAM AND YOU NEVER SAID ANYTHING! YOUR MOTHER COULD STILL BE HERE RIGHT NOW IF IT WEREN'T FOR YOU!" He screamed at me and I started crying more. Then dad started the car again and we drove in silence to the airport where we got on the plane and flew away from my life, and towards my worst nightmare.