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Bella Swan/where's the fire?
"Bella, wake up."
Mom practically pushes me off of the twin mattress I'm sleeping on.
"What's happening? I'll grab the fire extinguisher."
"There's no fire! Move it." I sit up and watch her fly around the room, shoving my things into my suitcase.
"What's going on?"
"Your father found you a flight. You're going home." She throws a pair of pants at my head. "But we have to hurry."
I must not move quickly enough because she pulls me to my feet and starts yanking at my pajama bottoms.
I smack her hands away.
"I can get dressed by myself. What the fuck is happening?"
"Dad and I talked. You have to go home, tonight."
"Why?"
"Because you're miserable, and Edward is miserable, and we can rectify that."
"But I'm here to spend time with you."
She turns to me with a pair of my underwear in her hand.
"So you go home and spend the holiday with your boyfriend and bring him with you to visit next time."