Chapter Two: Action: Bella's Point of View
Different scenarios went through my mind as I booked my flight. Many things could go wrong, 'and many things could go right' a voice added inside my head. The main worry is for my dad. The biggest problem for me is that the Volturi don't listen. I think this might occur because I only met them once and will they really care about what happened to me? They will probably kill me as soon as I get there.
I breathed in deeply as I pressed the 'buy' button on the computer screen. A notice came up with a notice saying, "Thanks for flying with American Airways'. I rolled my eyes and turned off my screen. My nerves built up again with what I just done. I am getting out of here!
My flight is booked for the 17th of July and today is the 8th of April, so I have plenty of time to prepare. I am thinking it's going to be summer when I go over so I shall buy dresses and summer clothing.
With my list of things needed I took myself to think of the next challenge; how to tell Charlie.
I obviously couldn't tell him the truth but I must make it convincing, he is a cop he knows when something fishy is up. Turning my head, my eyes landed on my college acceptance sheets that I had recently received in the mail. My mind filled with this great plan. I turned back on my screen and straight onto Google, Google shall help me.
I Googled the top universities in Italy and chose one at random. I chose Libera Università degli Studi S. Pio V which is a University. Dad would be happy. I made a half Italian and half English acceptance letter and found some stamps from letters mum sent when she and Phil went on their honey moon to Italy. I stuck those on the front and tried to make the envelope look convincing. Sighing, I gave it a once over, it looked convincing enough. Walking carefully down the stairs as not to fall, I made my way over to the door, and out to the mail box. Charlie always collects the mail on his way in. So it will work when he reads who it's too and where its from. Hopefully he believes it.
To butter up Charlie a bit more I cooked his favourite meal, chicken and pasta. He came in just as I was putting it on the table. He had the mail in his hand and was sorting through it. When he came to my one he stopped for a bit, and kept it on top.
"Yum smells great Bells," Charlie complimented. I laughed.
"I hope it tastes as good as it smells, I think I kept the pasta in too long though…" in all my thoughts I did actually leave the pasta in too long, which kind of ruined it for me.
Charlie shrugged; "It will probably taste just the same" we both smiled and sat down to eat.
I could tell he really wanted to ask about the letter, but I think he was a tad scared to ask just in case. He kept opening and closing his mouth like a fish. I sighed and decided to put him out of his misery, "Yes dad? I know you want to say something just say it, you are looking like a fish…." I laughed and Charlie blushed and looked guilty. AHAH! He is the one I get my blushing skills from.
"Uh well, when were you going to tell me you wanted to go to university in Italy?" He sounded pretty hurt. I felt really guilty for many reasons, which in a way helped me lie a bit better and make this seem like a real conversation.
"How did you find out about it?" I asked shifting my eyes and blushing like I had been caught. Charlie rolled his eyes and handed me the letter I had made. I read over my carefully chosen words of Italian and English and widened my eyes at the fact this is all coming together nicely and he is going to let me go, if he didn't want me to go, then he wouldn't of shown me it.
I surprised Charlie by screeching, "I got in! Dad this is amazing! Can I go? Please, please, please?" Charlie looked a bit taken back when I started jumping on him, but he grumbled, patted my back and nodded reluctantly.
"Eek! Thank you so much Dad! I can't believe this!" Charlie patted my back again and I bolted upstairs. I tripped and caught myself when I reached the top and Charlie started laughing,
I am over the moon. The first two steps are complete! Three months and one step to go! I can't believe it.