Hi again! Thanks to those two reviewers who gave me happy reviews. Here's another chapter for you guys, and any other willing to review.
Oh, by the way, sorry to all you Rosalie fans, but in this story Rosalie doesn't exist.
Naomi xxxx
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The flight to Forks took about two days, it felt like. There was absolutely nothing to do on the plane... but I still managed to entertain myself. Fortunately I had a window seat, and it was easier to make shapes out of clouds if you were right next to them. I got bored of that game pretty easily. Although I did come across a fish-looking cloud and accidentally yelled out 'FISH!' Everybody was sleeping and I think I woke half of them up. The flight attendant came and told me off.
'Keep it down please miss.' he had said firmly.
'Yes ma'am... I mean sir... I mean... yeah.' I smiled stupidly.
Most people would be embarrassed if they said that to somebody, but I don't get embarrassed very easily. Another odd detail about my unusual personality. I heard the curly-haired guy laugh again. I guess I woke him up too.
On day two of our never-ending flight, they played a stupid romance movie. If it counts as a movie. Half of the scenes were just a couple trying to eat each other's faces off. After half an hour I groaned and got my iPod out, trying to drown out the ridiculous movie. As you can see, I really hate romance movies. I'm more into comedy.
So anyway, finally the flight ended. I hadn't slept that much... but I never really did. Every night I only slept for about five hours, but the next day I felt just like everybody else (in a way).
As I got off the plane and walked into the airport after the other passengers, I looked around for a middle-aged couple. That's all I knew about the people who decided to foster me. It wasn't hard; there weren't many people at the Port Angeles airport. I spotted a couple standing around waiting for me as after a few seconds. It must have been them because they smiled at me and approached me.
The woman looked about thirty, and she had short red hair which was dead straight. Her eyes were a deep blue, and looked very friendly.
The man, who had been holding her hand, looked about six feet tall. Maybe even taller. His hair was short and dark brown, with thick sideburns. His ears looked about twice as big as normal human ears. I suppressed a giggle.
'Hello, you must be Skye.' the woman said in an American accent, holding her hand out. I took it politely, shaking it.
'My name is Georgia White. This is my husband, Gary.' she gestured towards big-ears. Sorry, I shouldn't call him that.
'Nice to meet you.' I smiled, shaking Gary's hand too.
Without further ado, we headed out the airport. I was bombarded with questions about the flight, like how boring it was and what movie they played. When we found their car, a bright yellow Holden, they started asking me questions about myself.
'So, how old are you again Skye?' Gary asked his last question after about fifty others.
'Seventeen. I'm in my senior year at school this year.' I replied simply, looking out the window.
'Whoa, you're driving on the right side of the road!' I said before anybody could answer, in an amused, 'what a world this is.'
Georgia and Gary laughed at my reaction.
I'd only been in America for mere minutes, and I already saw so many differences. The driver's seat was on the left side, the word 'colour' was spelt without the 'u', and it was summer! In September!
It took us an hour to drive to Forks from Port Angeles. I didn't mind one bit, it gave me time to think. I hadn't really thought that much on the plane, half the time I was listening to music whilst looking for a cloud that assumed the form of a fried egg.
I wondered what my first day at Forks High School will be like. Were small-town Americans as bitchy as Australian ones? I hoped not, half the reason I decided to come up here was to get away from all that. From all the insults, people talking about me behind my back. Of course they hadn't insulted me to my face, they were too cowardly. But I could hear them just as well. Most of them just said mean stuff about how I looked. I didn't look half as bad as what they said I did. In fact, I didn't think I was ugly at all. This was rare in seventeen-year-old girls. I was happy with the way I looked, and I didn't care what others thought.
I already missed Storm so much it hurt. I missed his friendly, reassuring smile he'd always give me when I saw him. I missed our little random conversations when we said anything that popped into our heads like, 'pole!' and 'lobster!' I couldn't wait till we got to Georgia and Gary's house so I could get out my laptop and e-mail Storm.
Eventually we pulled up at their small house, and they helped me drag my entire pile of luggage inside. Their house was very nice, and modern. It was cosy and comfortable, and everywhere I looked there was a teddy bear. I giggled to myself as they lead me to my new, American room.
I absolutely loved it. It wasn't very large, but I wasn't claustrophobic or anything. I liked closed spaces. There was a double bed situated next to a window with lilac curtains, which looked out over our driveway. This would come in handy if we had any unexpected visitors. A small table was sitting in the right hand corner of the room, just waiting for my laptop to perch upon it. I already felt at home.
'This room is awesome!' I said happily, dropping my bags on the floor next to my new bed.
'I'm glad you like it. It's been un-used for the past five years, apart from the odd visitor or two. I'm happy finally somebody's going to fill it in.' Georgia smiled at me.
'I feel at home already. You're house is comforting.' I said, sitting my bed which was pleasingly comfortable, 'I notice you have many teddy bears.' I added with a smirk.
Georgia laughed, 'Yes, I have sort of a weakness for teddies. If I see one in a shop window I can't help but buy it.'
I think I was going to really get along with Georgia. She wasn't ashamed to admit that she loved teddy's, unlike most people. My step-mum in Australia, Lola, had an obsession for Carebears. Yes, I laughed too. But she was too embarrassed to admit how much she loved them. That was something I didn't really admire about her.
When Georgia left the room to let me settle in, I glanced out the window. It randomly began to rain. Of course, Forks didn't really get much sunlight. That was something I was going to miss, as well as Storm. But it was a price I was willing to pay, just to have a new life, a fresh start in America.
I hoped that, two days from now, my first day at Forks High School will go just as smoothly.
Well... I guess I was about to be very surprised.