WARNING SWEARING.
PICTURES ON PROFILE.
BELLA'S POV.
"Hey baby, guess what?" my mother asked over the phone, I say 'what' like a good child and entertain her while she rambles on and on about how she cant wait for me to arrive. I'm only half listening, to which i should feel bad for; but i cant keep my current thoughts off my mind.
Shifting in my seat, trying to get comfortable, I hold my phone between my ear and shoulder, using my free hands I untie my burgundy vans, letting the shoes drop on the plans floor and hustle my legs up and sit indie style. Planes always made me feel uneasy, especially when I'm on my own. I had offered to go on a public plane but my parents had insisted that i take the family private jet, and who am i to discard my hair brained mothers rules when she dema-, No-sorry- asks for something.
I shouldn't blame my uneasiness on my miniature phobia of planes, No i shouldn't; because...that'd make me a liar.
Which i am...
But lets not add any more fuel to the fire.
When my mother suggested that i come back home, i didn't hesitate for i did miss her very much, not to mention how bad i felt when i left. I had robbed her off her baby and she felt helpless and abandoned, though she understood my predicament and didn't want me to go through it any longer, she still couldn't help how she felt.
"So what do you think?"My mom said,sounding out of breath i can hear her excitement through the phone, can almost feel it. I imagine her bouncing in her seat with a huge smile on her face.
My lack of knowledge of what was previously being said resorted to my answer being "Um...uh-wha-...?"
To which my mothers response is "Oh honey, I knew you would love it!" She said lovingly "I cant wait for you to get here"
Then she hung up...
Di-did i miss something?
I'm a lot like my mother in a lot of ways. Appearance wise i had inherited my mothers straight golden locks and Ocean blue eyes as well as her quirky thing i didn't inherit was her lack of observation, My father maybe-yes-My mother-no.
Renee is a lot of things but observant was not it.
My Father,Charlie, is an extraordinary man.
When my mother was fifteen and my dad sixteen, he got her pregnant. He still managed to be a good father and husband at a tender age and then go on to make us a living;Graduating early from high school and university at the top of his class my father now owns many businesses and companies all over the united states and some even in the UK.
But thats not what makes him extraordinary, its the fact that he still managed to help my mother while i was a baby so she didn't fell like she was a lone parent, and was still there for me so that i didn't feel like i had a lone parent.
I miss them.
But i guess i wont have to miss them any longer,as the jet is about to land any moment from now.
So, tell me what you thought about it i dont know if i should continue and please review!