Disclaimer: I am NOT Stephenie Meyer and I will never be. (cries uncontrolably)
Sorry for not updating sooner. I had a lot of homework... and I confess, I totally forgot to type it up and upload it. I have 4 chapters written, I just have to type them...sorry. Anyway... onto the story!!
Chapter2 BPOV
Home
When the plane was fully stopped, I grabbed my backpack, stood up and headed off the plane. Luckily, I had and aisle seat, so I was able to exit quickly. I walked to the baggage claim. I couldn't take anything other than a backpack on the plane, so my oboe, clarinet, and saxophone had to go on the plane, along with my suitcase. I didn't have to push my way to the front; I was one of the first off the plane. I waited a couple of minutes and quickly saw my bright baby-blue suitcase. All of a sudden I heard someone calling my name. Charlie. I looked around and waved my arm high in the air towards him. He came over, realized that I need a cart-thing, he got one. He then loaded my suitcase onto it. I found my three instruments and loaded them on the cart. Then Charlie pulled me into a big bear hug and said, "I'm so glad you made it Bells."
"I'm glad I came, dad."
"Guess what? I got you a car!" Charlie exclaimed.
"Dad, you didn't have to do that!" I said.
"I wanted to help you our. I also enrolled you at Forks High School. You start tomorrow."
"Thanks dad."
"Well, let's get home so you can unpack."
"Okay." We walked out of the airport and towards his car, a police cruiser. Charlie was a police officer of Forks. Charlie loaded my luggage into the trunk and got into the front seat.
"So, kiddo how was your flight?" Charlie asked.
"Long. I got halfway through a song then couldn't concentrate! Ugh!" I said, exasperated.
"Well, I bed you are tired form traveling so you can take a nap on the way home. Okay?"
"Sure." I slumped down into my seat and nodded off.
"I'm really glad you're here kiddo." Those were the last words I heard as I was succumbed to unconsciousness.
Xoxoxo
I woke up to a dark sky. Charlie was shaking me awake. "Come on. Wake up Bells. Time to get your stuff to your room. I can't do it all by myself."
"All right dad, I'm awake." I opened my eyes and the car door and stood up, stretching my legs. I walked around to the trunk. "Pop the trunk, dad," I said after trying to open it, realizing that it was closed and locked. -Pop. - The trunk opened. I slung my saxophone case's strap over my shoulder, my oboe case in my left hand and my clarinet in my right and trudged to the open door of the house. I stepped heavily up the stairs. I used the little energy I had to set all of the instruments at the top of the stairs. I heard Charlie bringing my suitcase up the stairs, so I stood by the wall and waited.
"This way Bella," Charlie pointed. I dragged my instruments down the hall to a room on the right. "This one is yours. To the left is the bathroom, and to the left of that is my room. Sweet dreams."
"Thanks. Goodnight." I walked into my room I was just how I remembered it when I came here during the summer. My bed was in the middle of the window with my Grandma's quilt on it. My desk with an old PC was in the corner across from the door. My closed was to the left of my bed. To the right of my bed was a bookshelf with a collection of books that I had read during my summers here, instead of writing music.
I rolled my suitcase to my room and set it down next to my bookcase. I fetched my instruments from the hallway and set them in a line against the wall by my desk. I changed into my pajamas, brushed my teeth and flopped down onto my bed. "Ahh," I sighed. I curled up under the quilt and was asleep in minutes.
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Thanks for reading. Next chapter up soon.
