A/N:
Heyyy. I posted a poll on my profile to decide which wolf Bella will end up with. Jacob is excluded because I'm not really a big fan of the BellaxJacob pairing. So he's not in the poll. But all the rest of them are so please vote for your favorite wolf.
I'm working on the next chapter of Kill Me Tender so that should be posted in the next few days. I'll also have chapters 3&4 of Into Hell's Mouth We March posted within the next few days as well.
Thanks to Kylie for being the first and only reviewer.
Disclaimer:I don't own Twilight. The characters in this story are not owned by me. All credit goes to the wonderful Stephanie Meyer. Only the plot belongs to me.
Chapter Two
"Weightless – All Time Low"
"Maybe it's not my weekend
But it's gonna be my year
And I'm so sick of watching
While the minutes pass as I go nowhere
And this is my reaction to everything I fear
Cause I've been going crazy
I don't wanna waste another minute here"
The next morning, I knew that I was opening a new chapter in my life. When I thought about this new place, I got a feeling of home. It was a strange and awkward feeling. It was as if where I was going was where I belonged. But I'm sure they'll look down on me because of my ink and metal. People tend to be put off by them so why would this small town be any different. Everything had been done for a reason. My first piece of ink was a black infinity symbol on the inside of my right wrist for eternal life. Then I had added black and green stars to the top of my right foot for my Mum and Dad. I also had the quote "you're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me, well, sentence me to another life" on my right side. I had gotten metal each time something important happened. I had an industrial in my right ear when I turned 16, my tongue when I got my license, a viperbite lip piercing on the right side for both my vehicles, and 4 ear piercings simply because I could. They tended to make me stand out from the crowd a bit, also made for interesting conversations. But they make me who I am.
After hearing the story about my real Mum last night, I had decided to add another piece of ink to my skin. While I was out today, I was also going to cut and style my hair. After taking a shower, I put on a pair of jean shorts and s plain black tank with a half jean jacket to go out with. I'd be coming home later and change before catching my flight.
"Mum?" I called as I walked down the stairs.
"Yes Bell?"
"Will you take me to Kayla's place?"
"Yeah."
During the drive to Kayla's, Mum and I talked about past memories. I hadn't ever been very popular because I had always been labeled as a freak. This move may do me a bit of good. When we pulled in, a tiny blonde haired girl came running outside.
"B! Long time no see!"
"Hey K!"
"Jesus! 6 months since I last saw you and all I get is 'hey K'? Bitch!" she laughed.
"Psh! You bloody know it. But I need you to do me a favor today."
As we walked inside with K, I told her what I wanted her to do with my hair. Her eyes widened as I explained. I still hadn't told Mum what I was getting done.
"You've been planning this for a while haven't you chica?"
"Yeah. Me moving makes it a whole lot easier."
We continued chatting as K worked on my hair. Mum's eyes widened as she watched K working. I smirked when her jaw dropped when K was doing the final touched.
"You're done doll."
"Thanks so much K!"
"Anytime you're in town again, make sure to stop by."
"Course. Bye K."
As my Mum paid, I glanced in the mirror to adjust my hair. I had Kayla cut my hair to my shoulders, razor the edges and add choppy bangs. I also had her dye the bangs rainbow colors and the tips of my already black hair a jade green. After saying a final goodbye to K one more time, I had Mum drive to my friend D's shop. It always helps to know people that own the shops that you frequently visit. Pulling up to Ink Me, Mum dropped me off while she went to run a few errands. Going inside, I met the heavily tattooed blue-haired man at the counter.
"Donny!!"
"B! Welcome back. Come to turn in an application?"
"Nope. I have a job for you though" as I handed him the sketch.
"Where do you want it kid?"
"Left shoulder D."
"Alright. Let's get you prepped."
D took me back to his station and had me lay stomach down on the chair. While he transferred the sketch to tracing paper, I took my jacket off and lowered the left tank strap. He cleaned and prepped the skin and placed the tracing paper down. As he worked, I explained to him the meaning of the tattoo. About two hours later, he was done. D used a mirror to show me what it looked like.
"Thanks D!"
"You got it kid. Let me cover it and because you should know the routine, I don't need to explain it to you."
"Sweet! When should I be able to take it off?"
"Let it stay covered until you head to the airport. I know you tend to heal fast so you should be fine by then."
"Love you D. I'll miss you."
He finished wrapping it and pulled me into a hug. I had first met Donny when I was eight. He had been a close friend ever since, especially since he was only 3 years older than me. I saw Mum pull up in the parking lot so I pulled out of D's arms and said goodbye one more time. Getting into the car, I deflected all of Mum's attempts at finding out what I had gotten. I just told her that she would know at the airport. I noticed bags in the backseat.
"What are those for?"
"I bought a few things for you."
"Like what?"
"Well, a new black leather motorcycle jacket, a new pair of boots, and a black parka."
"Thanks Mum."
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Getting home, I grabbed the three bags and headed inside. I only had about an hour before I had to be at the airport because it was an international flight. I pulled out a new outfit and began changing. Deciding to use my new jacket and boots, I put on a green thermal with thigh length jean shorts. I slipped into green tights and my knee high boots and picked up my DC backpack that had my skateboard attached. Slinging my jacket over one shoulder, I headed down stairs to meet Mum and Dad.
"Ready Little Bell?"
"Yeah. You know I'm not little anymore right?"
"Of course Bell. But you're still my little girl."
"Course Mum."
"C'mon you two. We have to be at the airport soon."
I glanced at the house one more time before the three of us piled into Mum's car. Mum and Dad talked in the front seat while I watched out the window, trying to remember every detail.
xxxx
"Mum. I have to go. My plane's boarding."
"Bell! I want you to call/e-mail/text me at least once a day. I want to know everything."
"We'll miss you Bella."
"Oh! I forgot to show you the tattoo."
I turned around and carefully pulled the gauze off from under my shirt. Mum and Dad pulled the shirt away from the ink to look. I had gotten a periwinkle cancer ribbon in remembrance of my real Mum. It was a stomach cancer ribbon. Mum had silent tears falling down her face and she looked at it. Dad pulled her into a hug and I adjusted my shirt.
"I still love you Mum. But she is my birth mother. No one can replace her and no one can replace you or Dad. I'll see you two again."
"Bye Little Bell. Love you."
"Love you B."
"Love you both."
With that, I turned and headed through the gate and to a new life that may or may not be better than the one I'm living now. But I'll never know until I land in Seattle 15 hours from now. Goodbye London, Hello La Push. Maybe it's not my weekend, but it's gonna be my year.
