I was currently on the plane, headed back to Mystic Falls after five years. My mother, Reneé, divorced my dad when I was 12 because she thought he had gone crazy, always talking about the supernatural, like vampires for instance.
I know, crazy right? I mean, we lived in a town called Mystic Falls for crying out loud. I mean, my mother new how much I loved everything supernatural. I watched the show religiously and any other show or movie that had mythical creatures in it, including The Walking Dead. What can I say? I'm a survivalist. I even have a huge survival kit. No guns, but I have knives, swords, crossbows, aluminum and wooden baseball bats, etc.
Of course, half of those items came from Charlie, my dad. The other half, I acquired on my own with my own money that I've worked hard for over the years. And do you know why? Because you bet your ass, that you have got to be prepared for ANYTHING. Reneé doesn't seem to understand that. Charlie does. That's why he helped me.
Anyway, enough about that, the plane is landing.
Goodbye, Phoenix. Hello, Mystic Falls.
Sorry it's so short. Just a different version of the Bella Swan we all know and love/hate.