Disclaimer- Credit for the Twilight series goes to Mrs Meyer, i'm just messin' around with her masterpiece.
Chapter 2- Some Things Never Change
I woke up to a strong feeling of nausea which I quickly realized was due to the mixture of warm vodka on an empty stomach and the plane making its quick decent into Port Angeles. The elderly woman next to me threw me a sympathetic smile as I reached for the "barf bag" stored in the seat pocket in front of me. When I attempted to pull it open I realized someone on a previous flight had used it to discard their gum and the top was stuck together with a hardened hunk of neon green. "Assholes," I muttered under my breath before I could realize what I was saying. My face blushed scarlet as I attempted to flash my best apologetic half smile at the petite passenger to my right. It must have worked because she gently held her own "barf bag" out to me. I took it and thanked her, severely embarrassed about the fact that I was going to throw up in a paper take out bag on the cramped flight not even 10 minutes before we were going to land.
I heaved repeatedly into the bag as it crinkled and expanded in my hands. Once I had nothing left to rid my stomach of I leaned back and tried to hold it as far from my face as possible. I wrinkled my nose at the distinct smell of recycled vodka. Great, now this nice old lady next to me is going to know I was wasted. Was being the key word… now I was nearly sober and felt a severe hangover on the horizon. Because we were making our way towards the ground the flight attendants were unable to retrieve my very used "barf bag" from me and toss it before the small cabin could fill with the smell of an underage drinker's liquid breakfast. I closed my eyes and focused on breathing in my nose and out my mouth until I felt the plane tires bounce up and down on the landing strip before we came to a stop at the ramp of the gate.
After a good twenty minutes of waiting for every other passenger exit the plane so I could dispose of the barf bag with limited embarrassment I found myself in the small lobby of the Port Angeles airport. I squinted my eyes as I scanned the room for my dad. I spotted him about 20 feet away shyly waving his arm in the air. His mouth was opened as if he was about the yell out my name so I ran over to him as fast as I could to avoid the embarrassment. "Hey kid," he greeted me with an awkward side hug, "missed you around here." I half smiled and suppressed an eye roll. When he realized he wasn't going to get any kind of verbal response he continued nervously. "You look… good?" the attempt at a compliment came out as more of a question than a statement. I looked down and assessed my appearance, slowly realizing that Charlie had not seen me in nearly 5 years and I had drastically changed since than. My dark brown hair reached the middle of my back and contrasted with my porcelain skin drastically. My brown eyes that stared at his tired face were rimmed with charcoal shadow and liner. I let out a sigh of relief when I realized I was dressed casually in a pair of lounge pants and a red hooded sweatshirt. Thank god I ditched the halter top when I realized the climate change I had in store for me after landing.
The majority of the car ride was spent in an awkward silence after I had commented that riding shotgun in his police cruiser was the first time I hadn't been cuffed in the backseat with the sirens blaring. He forced an annoyed laugh and shook his head while keeping his eyes on the road. "Spare me the lecture alright Charlie? Mom's already filled my head with so much manipulating bullshit about everything…" I spat at him, might as well get that out on the table now. His mouth gaped but he didn't break his silence. We turned down the street towards his house just as the drizzle gracing the window turned into a torrential down pour. Before he could even put the car in park I had swung the door open and threw my hood on before jumping out. My bags were snatched up and I sprinted to the shelter of the porch. I caught my foot on the top step and fell face first on the wooden slats causing them to creak loudly. I heard my father suppress a laugh, "Clumsy girl... Some things never change, 'ey Bells?," he said as he snorted. I silently helped myself up and left the bags for him.
By the time I made my way up to my room and tossed my bags aside my head was pounding and my stomach was growling but instead of hunting down whatever old take out may be in the fridge I laid on my bed, the same bed that had been in the room for all those years, and thought about the upcoming day ahead of me… my first day as a junior at Forks high school. I'm not sure how long I was in my anxious daze before Charlie came up to check on me and tell me good night. I grunted and turned over, still upset about the fact that he thought me falling was so funny. The last thing I heard him say was "6 o'clock wake up call… your mother mentioned how you like to oversleep but that won't be happening here Bella. You're going to realize quickly that your irresponsible lifestyle isn't going to fly here." I squeezed my eyes shut and let sleep take me over.