Here's the second chapter. I hope you guys like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, nor will I ever!

NOTE: No British people were harmed during the making of this chapter.


Chapter two: Long flight

I still don't want to go. I do not want to leave my parents and I do not want to leave my best friend! Heck I don't even want to leave my broken house. Maybe I'll get lucky and there will be a huge blizzard. Too bad it's a bright sunny day.

I was at the Port Angeles airport right now. My parents had walked me to my gate. My father gave me an awkward one armed hug and then my mother threw her arms around me and hugged me tightly. She was making a big scene and kept crying that her baby was all grown up and didn't need her parents anymore. Wasn't she the one who convinced me into going in the first place?

I pried my mother off of me, grabbed my bags, and sat down in the chair closest to the window. I let a few tears fall before wiping them off and mentally scolding myself in the process. I would not cry a single tear if I could help it. This would be the last time I cried for one year!

"Flight 216 is now boarding. Flight 216 is now boarding." Said a very loud female voice into the intercom. I sighed and then made my way towards the plane.

Naturally my seat was at the very end. At least I get a window seat, I thought; cheering up slightly. That is until I noticed someone sitting in my seat. The guy had tattoos all over him – and he scared the crap out of me – So I sat in the middle and waited for my day to get worse.

Luck was on my side. A very annoying three year old sat next to me. Where is his mother? Then the annoying little kid – which will remain anonymous – started pulling on my hair.

"Ouch!" I shouted. This earned a giggle from the three year old and a very scary looking glare from tattoo guy. The little boy pulled on my hair again and once again I said: "Ouch!"

Tattoo guy let out a loud sigh and then spoke. More like cursed. "Bloody hell! Can these damn Americans be any more annoying! I thought I was going to England not back to god damn America! I think my head is going to explode if I keep talking to these damn Americans! For crying out loud!" Wow tattoo guy likes the word damn. Must be a British thing, I thought.

"Mummy! Mummy! He say ba woor! He nee his time out!" The three year old shouted. I sighed and threw my head against the seat.

"JUSTIN! Be quiet this instant! Stop yelling, no one want to hear it! Do you want Mummy to give you a time out?!" Yelled the woman directly in front of me. Then the little boy started crying. "Sorry Miss, you know how little boys are at this age." No I don't actually. I guess that means I'll have all girls.

I closed my eyes as the plane took off and tried to get some sleep. This was made impossible. The three year old kept screaming in my ear and pulling my hair. Tattoo guy was just as bad. He had head phones on and was listening to some band that kept screaming the words. Not only that – he was also banging his hands against the plane.

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I woke up when someone shook my shoulder roughly. "Get up! You're going to make me late for rehearsal if you don't move your little American butt!" I was surprised I actually feel asleep. Maybe crying boy and tattoo guy made me go deaf. "Get up!" Nope.

I mumbled a sorry, then quickly got out of my seat and retrieved my small carry on bag. It had all of my favorite books. I was afraid it would get lost if I didn't bring it with me and besides I needed something to preoccupy my time.

I realized tattoo guy and I were the last to people on the plane. I quickened my pace and stumbled out of the gate. I may be captain of the basketball team, but when I was off the court I was the clumsiest person alive. Once I broke my wrist when I tripped over my own two feet. The most embarrassing time was when I was at the public library and I tripped into the bookcase which caused the case behind it to fall and the one behind it to fall…ect. I ran. No one figured out it was me, but they call the 'anonymous' person the Library Terrorist.

I looked around and tried to find the family I would be living with for the next year. The Cullen's. All I know is that they're a middle-aged couple with three kids and a dog named Harris.

"Miss Swan?" I turned and saw the very couple in questioning. The man was tall and lean. He had short untidy blonde hair and dark blue eyes. The woman was just a little shorter than me. She had long wavy mahogany hair. Her eyes were a brilliant shade of green. The couple was…beautiful.

"Yes. Are you the Cullen's?" I asked, smiling slightly. The couple didn't seem too bad. It looks like I could get along with them just fine. Now there kids were another story…

We walked to the luggage carousel and waited a few minutes before my bags arrived. Mr. Cullen picked up the heaviest bag while I picked up the smaller of the two. I followed them out to a very expensive Mercedes.

Mr. Cullen put my luggage in the trunk while I got into the car with Mrs. Cullen. The seats were soft and made of leather. I could just go to sleep and never wake up.

"How was your flight Isabella?" She asked politely as Mr. Cullen got in the car and started the engine.

"It was fine. I sat next to a scary tattoo guy and a three year old who kept pulling my hair." I yawned involuntarily and closed my eyes. "I – I got s-some sleep…." I said, yawning once more before falling into a deeper sleep.


I hope I did okay : ) Don't worry the chapters will get better and longer! I have a poll up if anyone wants to check it out. The rest of the Cullen's should be up in the next chapter.

I don't have an English accent because this is what English sounds like when spoken properly.
- James Carr