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Chapter Two
Bella's POV
I stepped through the private arrivals tunnel carrying my two suitcases, as I refused to have special attention, with an airport worker directing me by walking next to me. Unfortunately, he was trying to make conversation and I just wasn't in the mood.
"…so if you could do that it would be really great!" He ended.
"Uh-huh." I said tiredly.
"That's so great! She's going to be so excited!" At this point I didn't even know who or what he was talking about.
"Sorry," I started. "It's been a long day. What did you say?" I asked kindly.
"My sister." He said. He must have seen my confused look. "Oh right. My little sister is a huge fan and well…" I stopped to face him, giving him another confused look. "She hasn't really had the best life the past couple of years. I have to take care of her now because our parents were in a car crash and died. Megan was in the car." He quieted. "She was left paralyzed." I wasn't really stunned that he was telling me, a near stranger, this. I get it most of the time, but it didn't make it any less upsetting.
"How old was she?" I questioned.
"She was nine when it happened. It's her twelfth birthday next month though and I was wondering if you could come and sing at her birthday party." I smiled sadly.
"I would," I said, "but I'm currently taking a break." His face dropped. "However, I'm doing one last video shoot for a year next month here in Seattle. How about I fix it so that her and three of so friends can come along." He smiled brightly. He gave me his contact details, showed me the way to the pick-up lounge and said an enthusiastic goodbye. I smiled. That little girl was unlucky to have such a tragedy happen but was lucky to have such a good and caring brother looking after her.
"Bells?" I looked around and found the face to match the deep voice. I ran into my dads arms and held on tight. Normally we didn't show our affection so publicly or at all, but at that moment I didn't care. I hadn't seen him in over two years.
"Hey dad." I said, pulling away. He had a blush that was probably as bright as mine was.
"Good to see you too, kiddo." He said, picking up my bags that I'd dropped by his side when I hugged him. "The cruisers just outside." That made me smile. Normally I hated the cruiser, but it was good to know something's never change.
The drive back down to Forks was just over an hour. We didn't really talk, but it didn't bother either of us. We were the same that way. Although most people think I'm outgoing because I can perform in front of thousands, that's not really true. I loved performing, but it was all an act for me. I'm Izzie when I'm on stage, off it I'm just plain old Bella.
When we pulled up to the house I had another smile. It was the same. I remember every aspect of it from when I lived here. White, with a semi wrap around porch with an old swing to the right of a front door which was made of solid oak. The shutters were still blue, although most of the paint was crumbling all around the outside of the house, it still looked the same. Even better than that, it looked normal. Nothing like the six rooms, four bath-roomed mansion we had back in LA. This house was a cozy two bedroom, two bathroom home. I couldn't believe it. I was home. Getting into the house and up to my room was an adventure. My dad had to tell me not stop jumping whilst going up the stairs, but I couldn't help it. I felt like a kid on Christmas.
"Bells it's good to have you home, but you have got to stop that. I don't want to have to replace the stairs." He chuckled. I could tell from his tone that he wasn't mad or even serious, he was as happy as I was. The first thing I did when I got to my room was flop on to my twin bed. It was still the same. Light purple walls with a silver border.
"Thanks dad." I said with a bright smile. "For keeping it the same I mean." I corrected. He smile back at me.
"Don't thank me. I just couldn't bare to change it, you know because it was the first time you had picked everything for yourself." He grimaced at how emotional he sounded. I just smiled brighter. "Okay, don't look at me like that." He scolded, jokingly.
"Sorry." Not really. I got up and hugged him. "Love you dad."
"I know. Love you too, kiddo." He left me alone to unpack what I had with me. It was only when I went to open my closet that I realized that I wouldn't fit everything I had brought with me, in it. My closet back in L.A was bigger than three of this closet open in front of me. I sighed. I'd have to go out and buy some draws, but right now I was too tired. I looked at the clock, which showed it was near eight o'clock in the night. I decided to get in the bath, which was tiny compared to what I was used to, but for normalcy? I'd sponge bath. Yeah, I said it. I giggled at my thoughts which formed a yawn. Once I got out of the bath, dry off and put on my pajamas, I shouted a goodnight to my dad downstairs and got in bed. Tomorrow, I decided I would go and get some drawers when my car got here and then the next day was Monday. School! I was finally going to High School. About time!
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