Tokyo International Airport, One Week Later
Father: "Have a nice trip Ally. Be safe, and try not to get hurt."
We both chuckle, since I am nearly indestructible.
I wanted to teleport there, but Father said exhausting myself and reverting to my human form was not a good idea. So, with a purple backpack and a duffel bag stuffed with thousand-dollar-bills we had picked up from the bank on our way there, I stood in line and boarded the United Airways plane. The organization suggested that I start pretending to be a civilian now, instead of taking one of our supersonic jets. Sigh. This was going to be a long ride.
10 hours later, I landed early in the afternoon in Seattle. After the painfully slow process of going through customs, I finally managed to exit the airport. Finally I was free!
The first thing I did was dash to the nearest car dealership. I had 400,000 dollars in my duffle bag, along with access to millions of dollars with one swipe of my private bank card- plenty for a nice sports car. However, the glares from the salespeople in suits and egoistic wealthy women spending their husband's savings told me that teenagers with shabby duffel bags and purple backpacks were not welcome at their high-end luxury car dealership. Oh how little they knew.
Slamming the duffel bag on the counter-okay I'm egoistic too- I unzipped it with a flourish, revealing four hundred one-thousand-dollar bills. A how-dare-you-question-me-you-pathetic-salesperson glare from my deep black eyes along with a flash of my bank card(pretend the card is from some high-reputation bank where only ridiculously wealthy people kept their money) silenced their impending questions. After an exclusive tour and many declined offers to test drive many powerful vehicles, I forced myself to settle on jet black Porsche 911 GT2, but with all the extras. I grinned- since I needed to drive it everywhere and shouldn't draw attention to myself, I couldn't get something too flashy.
Next I headed to the mall, since I didn't have room for more than one change of clothes in my backpack. Sigh. I hated clothes shopping. Especially staring at endless rows of jeans, the different styles differing so so slightly that I never could understand what the point of it all was.
To avoid such torture, I headed to the athletic apparel section of a department store and picked up 10 different Adidas and Nike jackets, sweatpants, and tee shirts, along with 3 pairs of Nike shoes. I dumped the pile on the counter in front of the astounded cashier, paid with a 1000 dollar bill, and quickly left.
After dropping everything off in the trunk of my new car, I decided to get something to eat at McDonalds. Even though I could have devoured several hundred dollars of food, I settled on a cheeseburger and fries from the drive-through. Mmmm… junk food.
Sitting serenely in a parking lot, I reflected upon the day's events. Hmmm… I had spent about 250,000 dollars, so I still had around 150,000 dollars. I drove to a nearby bank and deposited almost all of it in one of our organization's many spare accounts, changing the account to be under my name.
I realized that it was twilight, so I started driving down to Forks.
Pulling out of the parking lot, It occurred to me that I hadn't yet tested my new car. It was a Sunday, so the roads were quite empty. With a quiet roar of the engine, I brought the Porsche up to its maximum speed of 204 mph and zoomed down the highway.