To say I was afraid at the moment would be a bit of an understatement. My mind was racing at a thousand miles an hour, conjuring up thoughts of how my mom might make me leave to go back to Forks. Or, maybe she would decide that Charlie was clearly too irresponsible if he hadn't even noticed I was on a plane to go to another country, and therefore would decide that it was necessary for me to come back to live with her again.

So I stood there, guilty as ever, looking past my mother and trying to come up with a valid reason for being here. I could say that Charlie was in the other room; we'd decided to go to California for some father-daughter time again. But, of course then, the issue of school would come up, still making Charlie sound irresponsible. Plus, I hadn't even said goodbye to Charlie. I left him a letter, explaining that I had to leave, but he didn't even know where I was going.

My mother opened her mouth several times to speak, but closed it back again each time. She was acting like Charlie did when I first admitted to him that I was going out with Edward.

"Mom," I whispered again. "Are you okay?"

"Bella," she screamed.

I cringed and took an involuntary step back. I knew she was going to be mad, but that didn't mean I was prepared for her fury.

"What are you doing here," she hissed. She had only lowered her voice because a flight attendant had looked around the corner at us, making sure that everything was alright, and shooting Mom a warning glance before looking away.

"I'm...I'm leaving Forks, Mom. I had to leave."

"Why," she urged. "What happened? Where are you going? Are you going alone?"

She was talking a mile a minute, and with everything that was on my mind, it took every ounce of my concentration to understand what she was saying. Basically, she was absolutely hysterical.

"Mom, something happened, but I can't really explain what," I say guiltily. "And..."

"And..."

"I'm not going alone, Mom. I'm going with Edward, Edward and his family. His family has to move, and they decided that they are moving to England. I said I would go with them."

My mother stared at me incredulously. "You are not going with them, Bella. You are 17 years old, meaning that you are still under my care. I absolutely forbid you to go with them. You can stay with Phil and I on our trip, and then you can come back and live with us."

"You're going to England too," I assumed.

"Yes, Phil won tickets in some contest."

She opened her mouth to say more, but apparently, thought better of it. She grabbed my hand.

I tried to reason with her.

"But Mom, what about Charlie? He needs me...maybe even more than you need me. I mean, you've got Phil,
but he doesn't have anyone. I couldn't come live with you without breaking his heart, and you know that."

"Bella?"

"Yes?"

"Where is your seat," she asked calmly.

"In first class," I say, slightly confused. "What about what I just said?"

She muttered something under her breath, but all I could make out was "figures,"

My guess is that she was referring to our seating accomodations, rather than what I had said earlier.

"Well take me there," she exclaimed, suddenly frustrated.

"Mom, I don't think you understand. I really can't go with you and Phil." I took a deep breath to prepare myself for the next part. "I won't go with you and Phil."

She looked hurt for a moment, but recovered rather quickly. "We'll see about that, Isabella."

And with that, she was leading us down the hallway, and towards the first class seating.

Edward is right. I am a magnet for trouble. Not that I would classify my mother as trouble, but she has been known to be one to overreact. Of course, I understood fully that bumping into your daughter on a plane that was going to a different country was something that was easy to overreact about. Especially when neither of her parents knew about these plans. Even moreso when you consider the fact that she was moving to that country with her boyfriend and his family.

We came to a hallway that branched off in different directions. Apparently, my mother was perplexed. She put her hand in front of her in a sweeping motion, gesturing for me to lead the way from here. I sighed and walked in front of her. After a minute or two of walking we reached my section of the plane.
I took a deep breath before reaching up to pull back the curtain. This was definately going to be interesting.

Right before my hand touched the curtain, it opened itself. Edward was standing there in all his amazing glory, and he chose that moment to pull me into a hug. He touched his lips to mine for a second before I pushed him away gently. I could feel waves of dissaproval rolling off of my mother already.

"Uh, Edward," I hesitated, not at all sure of how to go on about this. "I ran into my mom on the way to the restroom," I said, blushing because I knew I was causing more trouble.

My mother's expression was still grim. No doubt she still thought I was too young to be this serious in a relationship.

"I expect you want to speak with Carlisle and Esme," Edward declared politely.

"Yes," my mother said hastily.

She stepped forward to pull back the curtain to advance into the room, but of course everyone had already heard the conversation, meaning that Carlisle and Esme made it to the curtain before her. She took a step back as they stepped out suddently from the room.

"Hello, Renee," Carlisle greeted.

"It's wonderful to see you again," Esme went on.

Edward took my hand, pulled me into the room, and walked us to the back of it. As I was walking back there, I could feel eveyrone's eyes on me. This only caused me to blush more than I already was. As soon as we stopped walking, I began trying to explain. Alice, Jasper, Emmett, and Rosalie had all taken the liberty of coming over to accompany us.

"I'm so sorry, I had not idea," I blurted out.

"Bella, it's fine. We just have to convince your mother that this is fine."

Edward was too calm when he said this. Or maybe I just thought so since I could hear my mom's voice getting higher with every word she spoke.

"Jasper," I whispered. "Can't you do something?"

"I thought you didn't like me playing with people's emotions. It's not right," he mocked.

"Jasper, please?"

Gradually, my mom's voice got calmer.

"So what are we going to do," Rosalie broke in. "I mean, her mom can't come with us, and I don't think she is going to leave on her own."

I opened my mouth to speak, but Emmett beat me to it.

"I'm sure I can take care of that," he said, cracking his knuckles with a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

"Emmett," I hissed. "She's my mother."

"Relax, Bella," he encouraged. "I was kidding."

I glared at him for a moment before turning my attention back to the question Rosalie had asked.

"My mom wants me to go back with her and Phil. They're landing in England too, because of some contest Phil won. She says that I can stay with them while they are here, and then go home with them too."

"Home to Forks," Edward asked.

"No, to Phoenix," I responded, looking down at the floor. It was painfully obvious that I was saddened by this.

"Well, what's wrong with that," Rosalie asked.

"I don't want to go back," I whispered, glancing up at them. "I want to stay with all of you."

Suddenly, something dawned on me. Alice hadn't said anything this whole time, and she wasn't necessarily the quiet type. She was staring into space with a blank expression-having a vision, no doubt.

"Alice," I prompted quietly. "Alice, is it over?"

She tunred her head to look at me slowly. "You're staying with us," she whispered. "But..."

"But what," Jasper asked placing his hand on her shoulder.

"We don't have much time," she said now. It was obvious she was trying to avoid the question.

"Much time for what," Rosalie snapped. "Tell us, Alice," she said in a gentler tone.

Alice was about to speak, but then I heard the loudest noise I had ever heard before. It left my ears ringing. Over the ringing in my ears, though, I could hear my mother's scream.

"Mom," I called out frantically, moving to get the curtain.

I didn't have to, however, because Carlise, Esme, and my mom swept into the room at that moment. Alice was the only one that seemed relatively calm.

"Alice," Carlisle began. "What's going on?"

"The plane," she said almost silently. I had to strain my ears to hear her. "It's going to crash.'

"And what after that," Esme asked after a moment.

"I don't know."