1Authors note: wo0T! Okay, for starters..I have finally written a 4 page chapter, which is an accomplishment for me. Also, I dyed my hair. Dark red. And, I got the best compliment from the worst person ever. XD He called me The worlds most Horrible person... XD..And five seconds later he called me a Gothic Angel. Both of those had me beaming. I know, I know, I'm psycho.. But the Gothic Angel part was soo cool. And no, I don't consider the Authors note part of my chapters..plus... I got a shiny silver car. That almost looks like a Volvo, but.. It's only a 2001 Ford Escort. Now.. On with the Chapter.. REVIEW!
Dedicated to Stephanie Meyer, because we all love you, and Jarcarga, because we all love you too, and your stories are just as good as Stephanie's .
Chapter 1. Beginning.
I couldn't stand it. The loud noise, busy traffic, tall buildings, and my inability to see the trees of even the park, from my room. All I got was a crappy of the building next to us.
I had to get out of here, go somewhere else, the city was driving me insane, especially since wherever I tended to park, just so happened to get me a ticket. Or the car towed.
So now, I had to take a Taxi-cab to JFK Airport, instead of my dad driving me there. All because I'd been borrowing his car. Just shoot me.
I glanced out my window, and immediately closed the blinds. I had the best view of the worst man alive. Or at least I thought he was. His wife thought Differently. Ah well, If she loves him...
"Belle! You'll miss your flight if you continue being this slow!" My Dad called. I could tell, however, that he did not want me to leave.
"Coming Dad!" I called, and grabbed my backpack and purse, taking my suitcase by the handle. I wheeled it down the hall, to the entry way.
My Dad stood at the door, his coat in hand. I'd had no idea he planned on coming with me. He probably just wanted to make sure I had my plane ticket.
We headed out of the apartment, and took, the elevator down to the street level, where a Taxi-cab was waiting. I looked at the yellow paint job, with the checkered print down the side, winding around to the other side.
I'd spent most of my life growing up in this city, and rarely ever left it, even to go visit my mom. She and I talked on the phone, and online as well. She was glad, now, that I was coming to live with her for a while.
I just hoped that I could find the gate during my lay-over in Chicago. So I could catch my flight to my destination. I of course had the two hour long lay-over and didn't have a laptop, to occupy my time.
The taxi didn't smell too bad, although I didn't remember climbing in. The seats weren't holey either. Odd how I'd never been in a Taxi until now, after living about sixteen years of my life in New York City.
I remembered the time my dad wouldn't let me go to school for about a month. That was in 2001. After September the Eleventh. He himself had driven me out of New York, to stay with my mom. We stayed there for two weeks, having a nice slow drive both ways, from New York to Washington and vice-versa.
As we passed building after building until we arrived at the airport, my dad and I stared out the windows, watching the people and the buildings pass. When we arrived, we checked my luggage in, and went through security. I don't think they liked my style... almost gothic. It made me happy that they actually let my dad through, so he could accompany me to the gate...terminal thing.
He didn't stay too long, but neither did I . He would have, if he didn't have to be somewhere. He handed me my ticket, and reassured me for the fiftieth time, that I could come home at any given time. It felt good to still have a home here, although I lived elsewhere.
Out the window it was calm, save for the planes, and the people moving around, directing planes, or loading luggage. It was so unusual for me to see, since I was used to busy streets, people shoving past each other on the sidewalk, and the horrendous parking.
Once on the plane, I turned my cell phone off, shoving it in my pocket, before putting my seat belt on and grabbing my book from my purse.
When the plane took off I barely noticed, save for the short announcement that came after reaching the proper elevation. Also, I barely remembered landing, until I was walking off the plane with my purse and backpack in hand.
I called my dad and told him when I'd made it to the gate I was supposed to be at, and that it was on time. Afterwards I called my mom, Vivian, and gave her the same information. Then I waited out the rest of my two long, boring hours, reading and staring out of the large window. It seemed like ages before I hopped aboard the flight to Seattle.
Halfway there I figured that my mom was already at the airport waiting for me in the luggage pickup area. Of course, it was a sensible thing to do.
When I arrived, I grabbed my bags , and climbed in the old beat up car with my mom. Later I figured I'd fallen asleep, and was waking up in the parking lot of my new home. I think the trees of the woods gave it away, and the other beat up cars, and the gloomy clouds. I looked at the beautiful dark green house, and couldn't help but smiling, but I had to look around.
I looked at the neighbors house and saw a very old red truck parked in the drive way. I remembered the house belonging to the Police Chief. I believe his name is Charlie Swan.
I guessed the truck was his daughters, having remembered hearing from my dad that she moved in with him. I wondered what she looked like. "Welcome home to Forks Belle." My mom said enthusiastically.
"Thanks Vivian," I said, grabbing my things, and heading inside, up to my room. My mom didn't care that I called her by her first name, or that I went straight to my room, we were used to it.
I looked at the Sage green walls, rustic blue comforter and burnt orange pillow cases. It was pretty, but would have to be redecorated red white and black. For my sake.
I got in my pajamas, and climbed in bed, willing myself to sleep.
Authors note: Okay so REVIEW and, I'll update probably today...turns out I had an idea in my head all along. XD No playlist today, because i'm late for school.. bYE!