Here's chapter two :]

btw, this one is with many, many mistakes :(

But I think you can understand xD

Hope you enjoy ^^

"Bella!" I heard my mom scream on the other side of the road; waving her arm in the air, so I could see it.

Phil was by her side, waving too.

I ran towards them with a huge smile on my face. I was so happy to see them, especially Renee. They were holding hands. My mom was wearing a thin top and light jean, on the other hand, Phil was wearing a baggy t-shirt and some light brown shorts.

Don't fall, please don't fall! I said to myself, running.

My mom was walking towards me too, Phil was behind her. I moved even faster, but, then my legs found they're mission – making me fall.

"Bella!" Renee screamed again when she saw me on the flour. Phil came up to my side, holding his hand to me.

"Let me help you." Phil said, trying to not laugh.

"Thanks." I said blushing a little.

Renee was in front of me now, the horror expression gone to be replaced by a happy, cheerful one.

"Bella, I missed you so much!" She said, hugging me tight. My mom was my best of the best friends, I loved to talk with her about everything: boys, school, problems, fashion, tricks to not fall so easily…

"Me too mom," I said, hugging her back "but now I'm here. And this will be a great summer, for the two of us. " she nodded.

Then, she took Phil's hand and walked beside me talking about their trips. I simply replied with a "that's great!" and "that looks so fun."

We got to the car, Renee still talking but I didn't payed much attention. I was thinking about places to go, like the old 50th Avenue Square from Florida where I passed my childhood.

There we two coffee shops, hundreds of cloth stores an old library and two or three music stores. It was a really nice place to pass time.

"Bella?" My mom said when we arrived home.

"Yey, we arrived." I said excited.

I got off the car; Phil picked my stuff and was heading to the front door with Renee.

"C'mon sweetie." Renee said with a smile. I looked around, nothing had changed, the same swing next to the old tree. The flowers, coloring the house like a rainbow. The big white house in front of me. With big windows on the first level and a balcony in the second level.

This got me so many memories… but then I was interrupted by Renee's arm in my shoulder.

"Is anything wrong?" she said hesitantly. She was worried of my reaction, I could see on her face.

"No. It's perfect, everything is perfect."

Then I walked to the front door and took the same expression that I had a few minutes ago.

Everything was there, the black and white kitchen with the four-chair table, the living room, with a new flat screen, – Phil's idea, I supposed- the cozy couches, the yellow rug.

"What do you think?" Renee said, with a huge, cheerful smile.

"Anything had changed. It's all in its right place." I could almost feel the tears in my cheek.

"Yes it is. Do you want to check your new – or should I say, old room?" she smiled and we got upstairs.

I opened the bedroom's door and…

"Oh my God! What is all this?" the bedroom had a single bed; – a bit more large than the usual- I had a huge closet and a bathroom to my own! The bedroom was giant, and had a secretary too, with an apparently new laptop – wich look really expensive.

"What is that mom?" I pointed to the laptop, my eyebrow lifted.

"Well… just a gift to celebrate your arrive." She putted that angel-like face and I sighed.

"You shouldn't mom. I don't want to be an effort to you." I walked towards the bed, to, then, sit on it.

"What effort? What are you talking about Bella? It's just a gift. Just accept it and be nice – it was Phil's idea – ok?" She shouted, getting off of my room now "I'm going to let you get used to it; meanwhile you should get your stuff in the closet 'kay?"

"Okay." I sighed. And I was alone. I looked around my room and noticed the bookcase in the other side of the room.

I stood in my place. And then, tried to read some of the authors and founded Austen and some…

"Damn mom! You're the best!" I screamed and ran to the bookcase picking a Shakespeare book, one of my favourites. MacBeth. And read it in the floor, next to my pack.

I have to get my stuff in the closet…

So, I got up and picked up my pack and opened it. I stored all the cloths and, when I finally finished I placed my hands on my waist, looking proud. All done! Finally. I thought.

Then, I went to my bathroom; took a long, hot, relaxing shower and involved my hair and my body in a towel and walked to my closet.

I took a blue navy tunic – wich I really liked – and got some tight, white jeans. I leaved the towels in the floor and turned to my bathroom again. I brushed my teeth – twice – and my hair.

I looked myself in the small mirror. Holly sh-… my hair is really long. Yes, actually, my hair was almost touching my butt and I liked it that way.

I walked to my room again and took a quick view of myself in the long mirror, where I could see my whole body.

I was thinner, but not exaggeratedly. Even more weak? That didn't sound good…

I went to the living room and sat on the couch. Phil was sited too, watching a baseball game. It reminded me Charlie, when he was in front of the TV all day watching the sports channel – I giggled at the thought.

"What's funny?" Phil asked, not turning to look at me. I opened my mouth, ready to reply but then he shouted:

"HOMERUN!" And I sighed, happy. I got up on my feet and went to talk to Renee.

"Mom, I was wondering… could you borrow me your car? I just wanted to take a ride to 50th Avenue Square… you know…" I looked at the floor while I was speaking.

"'Course honey. Take all the time you need." She smiled and gave me the car keys, wich I took smiling too. "But be careful!"

"Ok mom! I won't take long. Love you." I kissed her cheek. "See you later Phil."

"YEAH!" he screamed to the TV "Uh? Oh, 'later Bella." Renee smiled again and shook her head while watching Phil. "Love you too honey." And then, she hugged me.

I went as fast as I could to the car; 50th Avenue Square wasn't too far from here… Good Lord!

While driving, I thought in all the things I could re-visit and suddenly all the memories came back.

The water fountain in the centre of the Avenue, where me and my friends spend the summer, swimming; the library, where I began my passion my lecture; the music store, where I've bayed my first CD of Debussy – my favorite classic band; the coffees, who had nice waitress and great orange juices!

Orange Juice… I licked my lips at the thought of orange flavor.

Then, I arrived. The Avenue was a bit empty, but that was good; less people to watch my falls.

I walked throw the street, everything was exactly the same. As I was walking, I saw my favorite coffee.

Orange Juice! I thought again. Then, I went straight to the coffee's terrace and sat in one of the silver-metal chairs.

They were a bit uncomfortable but I could handle that.

"What would you like ma'am?" A tall waitress asked me. Her English was a bit mixed with French. She had dark, long, curly hair and looked foreign.

"Just a glass of orange juice, please." I was suddenly distracted by the hot, summer breeze that was floating in the air. The waitress was gone saying "I'll be right in a minute."

Summer… Orange Juice… I thought smiling.

But, my thoughts were suddenly interrupted by multiple laughs, which were coming from another table, a bit far from mine.

In the table, there were three men.

Yes, this chapter is longer then the other, if you haven't noticed yet xDD

AHAH, ok :]

I hope there aren't as many mistakes as I thought :X

yes, my english sucks :D deal with it.

Cheers, carla :)