*sigh*
I let out a frustrated sigh, throwing myself on the padded, tan-colored, leather seat. Flying always made me edgy.
I pressed the button a few more times hearing the ding, ding, ding.
The flight attendant unenthusiastically made her way over to us as I kept frantically pressing the call button nonstop. The people sitting around us were now beginning to stare at me annoyed and uncomfortable. To be honest, I was too on edge to care.
"Bella, what is wrong with you?" Rosalie asked, throwing me an annoyed look.
"I just want some peanuts," I mumbled while pressing the button.
She rolls her eyes, unbelievably annoyed at me. Before she turns, and nudges me with her elbow, inclining her head towards the back of the plane, in the direction of the blonde stewardess, who looks to be annoyed with me, making her way over to us.
"I am very sorry but since the plane is in its final descent to Buffalo, the galley is closed." She explains, a fake smile pasted on her orangey bronzed face, as she turns the call button off with a manicured talon.
Looking at her now, briefly reminded me of the orangey drink mom buys for us all. Tang, I think it's called.
"I just asked for some peanuts, not some low and bagels," I mutter, rolling my eyes at her and crossing my arms over my chest.
"Yes, we're sorry for that. She'll be alright. Right, Bella?" Rosalie asked, scowling at me.
"Yes," I muttered, unenthusiastically.
A moment passes by before Miss. Tang, leans back down and says, "I know I speak for all of us serving you today when I say, we are really going to miss you."
"I don't want steak, I just want some nuts," I reply perkily.
Miss. Tang ignores me and walks away back to wherever she was hiding before I pressed the button.
Rosalie rolls her eyes at me in response, before going back to the fashion magazine she was scanning.
"So, we're coming here to pack up the rest of your things that you left at the Colonel's and ship them back home right? I mean that's why you paid for both of us to come here right?" I digress.
"Yes, this trip is supposed to be a fresh start for me." She answers, cryptically.
"Wait, you are coming back home, Rose... aren't you?" I ask, suspiciously.
She rolled her eyes at me as if I annoyed her. The audacity of this woman, who happens to be my older sister.
"Of course, I'm coming back home. Where else would I stay? It's been a fucking year since dad sent me to live with the Colonel, that year was enough." She said, scrunching her nose up.
"Yeah, sure. I am not as gullible as you may think." I pipe back.
"Bella, I know why you are all bitchy and shit, but can you tone it down, just a tiny, teeny bit? I'd rather not deal with your mood swings the entire weekend. Besides, I thought you'd be happy that we're going to be able to see Damien?" She muttered as the plane came to a screeching halt.
I shook my head at her annoyed. Bitch, would be thinking about Damien and his firefighting buddies.
"Are you ready for this weekend, Belle?" Rose asks me.
"No, not one bit. Let's go." I reply, gulping down the leftover Jack Daniel's Whiskey.
We were both stoked that we were finally away from the family. Away from nosey and prying people.
See, we have two older brothers, a younger sister. Micah is the oldest, he also happens to be married to Mary, they're both studying in medical school at the moment. Then there's Daxton, he happens to be working as a deputy back home, along with our father, the Chief of police. Then there's my mother, who works as the receptionist in the police station. Last but not least Emelia, or Emmy as she likes to be called. She's five years old, who is smarter and way more perceptive than my parents give her credit for.
We all have busy lives, as you can see. We all are always going off to do one thing or another, yet somehow they all seem to have time to be meddlesome. Especially when it comes to Rose or my personal life.
Why? We'll never know.
We had just gotten off the plane, one of the employees from the airport told me that my bag was lost. So, I had told Rose to watch my carry-on bag, since the airport conveniently lost my luggage bag. I only left to go to the lost luggage office to report my lost bag and to call our overprotective, overbearing-at-times father.
"Watch my bag, I'll be right back, Rose. Stay here." I say slowly.
The trip to the lost luggage department was quick. I had just gotten back to where I left Rose.
"Good news, we won't have to stay with Grandma Marie and the Colonel. Aunt Becky said she'd let us stay in her guest house." Rose says as I walk up to her.
"Fine, yeah, whatever. " I mutter, noticing something.
"Rose, where is my bag?" I asked her, watching as she looks up at me, in surprise, and I feel my anger and annoyance spike up once again.
"Huh? Oh, it was right here a moment ago. Why don't you ask him?" She points her finger at the security guy.
I scoff, rolling my eyes at her before heading towards the dude dressed in a bright sky blue button-down, and a pair of maroon slacks.
"Excuse me? Sir? Hi, have you seen a small black carry-on bag?" I ask, politely, though I can see him eyeing me suspiciously with his beady eyes.
"Yes, I have. All unattended bags are confiscated by the police department and destroyed as a matter of national security." He answers stiffly.
"Well, it was mine. I doubt my makeup, hairdryer, and tampons are a matter of national security. So, can I have it back please?" I ask, annoyance dripping heavily in my voice.
"Sorry, ma'am. I can't do that, see all unattended bags are taken by the police department, from there it is out of my hands." He states, shrugging his shoulders at me.
"What?! No! Give me back my stupid bag!" I utter, my voice rising, stepping closer to him.
"Ma'am please step back and calm down." He says
"Not until I get my bag back," I answer angrily.
"You're not giving me back my bag back are you?" I ask, annoyed.
"No, I am not." He says annoyed too.
I scoff, "Doomed. Doomed. Doomed. This whole trip is doomed!" I mutter under my breath, turning to look at an amused Rosalie.
"Excuse me, ma'am, but what exactly is doomed?" The guard asks, now alert.
"The flight I was on, this trip, this baggage carousel, me," I point to Rose, "You," I mutter. "You," I say, looking at him.
The guard, suddenly alert, reaches over to his radio and calls for two more guards, who spring out of nowhere and are rapidly heading towards us. I might also add that they all have the yardstick-up-the-ass look.
"That's enough, Bella, come on. Let's go." Rosalie says grabbing me by the arm.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to take your shoes off. We're going to have to wand you." He says, stiffly as they surround us.
"I'm not taking anything off," I state, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Are you refusing to be searched?" He asks, stiffly.
"Yes, I am. As an American, law-abiding citizen, I'm refusing to be searched." I state as they stare at me, unblinkingly.
"Make a note that the suspect refused to be searched." He said.
"Damn it, Bella," Rosalie mutters.
"What?" I say, turning to look at her exasperated.
"You just had to open your mouth didn't you, you damn overdramatic pest," Rosalie mutters as they lead us to the airport detaining.
"Right, I'm a terrorist…. I, Isabella Marie Swan, am the leader of Al Qaeda, Oakville division." I mutter back, sarcastically.
She pinches me back, "Shut up!" She says.
"Ok, that's it you're going to have to come with us to the security office." He firmly says.
"I didn't do anything," I state.
"You threatened your flight, this airport, the baggage carousel area, you refused to submit to a routine search, and you said you were a terrorist. Oh, and you were rude to me." He lists, " Are you with this one?" He asks Rosalie.
"I-I…" she stutters lost.
"If you say no, I'll kill you." I turn threatening to her through my teeth.
"Ma'am, I really think things will go better for you if you stop making threats." He utters.
I suddenly feel as Rosalie puts her hand on my shoulder and squeezes the ever-loving shit out of it. "Bella, shut up. Now." She orders.
Officer Curly, I then decided to call him, mentally, of course..pointed to the direction of two stained glass doors. Right above it says, Security Department. Awesome.
'Can this be any worse?' I think as I plop down on the plastic fold-in chair.