Me again! I don't even really like this chapter- not enough action for me! Please review; on TWCS I posted ch 2 and had 50 reads, but 0 reviews! Is this good enough to continue or should I stop? I have a whole notebook and binder with chapter outlines ... J/s. I recommend brosing twcs, it's very good. And there wasn't a "Great Purge of 2012" Oh, and remember the warnings.
BPOV
This has to be the worst plane ride ever. Seriously. I'm stuck between an obese man ( I barely have any breathing room) and a Middle Eastern woman with a crying baby. Damn, the child has a set of lungs on him! Oh well, what can I do?
I am going to miss Pheonix: the blistering heat, and the ability to be anonymous. Mom wants to travel with Phil, but she stayed home with me, and I could tell that made her unhappy. Plus, they're still in the "honeymoon" phase. That's just all types of awkward- especially at night. Ick.
I miss dad, though. We've always been close and had a great relationship. It's just that, mom needed me more. We still see eachother a couple of times per year.
I was jolted out of my thoughts but the pilots voice. I must have been lost in my thoughts longer than I realized. I grabbed my luggage got off the plane with the other passengers. Now I need to find my dad.
I see him near the double doors toward the exit and I run over to him. "Daddy!" I squeal as he exclaims "Iz!" Sue me, I'm a daddy's girl. I roll my eyes good-naturally as I hug him. He's always giving me ridiculous nicknames.
Once we get in the Cruiser (He's the chief of police in Forks) -we ran to dodge the rain- he starts asking me all kind of questions. I answer him and ask about my friends in Forks and La Push. He starts gossiping when we get about halfway home and I laugh outloud at the ridiculous things the people in Clallam County get up to. Honestly, the nerve of some people!
He helps me unpack my bags and I go to see what's in the kitchen. I love the man, but he can't cook to save his life! While I make some spaghetti he tells me about how I'm going to start school next Monday (Yes! No school for the rest if the week!) and about which teachers I need to look out for.
"Oh, and Bells? Mike Newton is stil the same creep he was all those years ago." Like I didn't know that. "Hope I can avoid him" I mutter, and Dad just snorts. "Goodnight, kid. See ya jn the morning Isa." "Goodnight daddy!" I trill as I run as fast as my klumsyness will allow up the stairs.
Chapter End Notes:
Well. Is it bad? Should I write and post chapter 3?I know I have Probloms getting the ideas from my head into paper (or in this case text), but I'm working on it. Goodnight. :)
Thanks for reading, I truly appreciate your support !
