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It's Saturday. I have y transcripts and such from school, told my teachers I was leaving, and packed all my Forks-worthy clothes with my mom. I'm all set.

Right now, Mom and I are waiting in the terminal for my flight to be called so that I may leave this dark place for another equally dark.

I should really look into brightening my outlook on life…and stop with the sight-jokes.

"Bella, baby, it's not too late, we can turn right around and go strait home. You don't have to do this, not for us. We love you," Mom pleaded.

"No, mom, you two deserve a life of your own. You two don't need me. And I think it would be good for me to get to know my father."

"But…it's all wet there!"

"Mom, I love the rain," I replied.

"You do?"

"Yes."

"How come I never knew this?"

"Because the only time I can…express my love of the rain, you are already asleep."

"Hmm, maybe you will like Forks more then I originally thought…."

"So, will you stop trying to talk me out of it?"

She sighed, as if she was giving up, "No," I laughed and Mom joined shortly after I began. We continued to laugh up until my fight was called. 'Are you sure?" Mom asked once more.

"Yes," I sighed before we rushed in the direction Mom was leading me.

"Here," My said while handing me bills, "All fives," I counted them quickly to find that she gave me fifty dollars. I gave her a hug and slipped half of it back into her pocket, she didn't notice. That was good.

"Thanks Mom," I said as I was carried away fro her by the current of the crowd.

"Ticket please," some guy said. I showed him the ticket, but refused to let it go. "Miss, I need you to let go of the ticket," I shook my head 'no', "And why not?"

"I'm not letting go of this thing till I get on the plain."

"Smart girl," I heard him say in a voice so low most people would not a caught, but I did.

"What was that?"

"What?" he asked surprised by me catching that.

"'Smart girl', huh?" I went back to the current of the crowd and was stopped again, only this time at a metal detector.

"Please place all metals, cell phone, credit cards, and blah-blah-blah in the plastic gray containers to the right," said a bored, teenage, male voice. I placed my blind cane in the container along with my belt.

I walked through the metal detector without a problem and had my belt back on before the bored teenager noticed me and let out a wolf-whistle before walking over to me.

"Well, hello there," he said in what I suppose is his 'sexy' voice, though it sounded lick a cat had been dropped into the lake to me.

"Hello," I replied politely as possible while I searched around the blasted container for my blind cane so I could leave. I'm sure it looked like I couldn't take my eyes off him to him.

"So, what's your name?"

"It's nothing that should be of any concern to you."

"Oh, I see. Playing hard-to-get, are we, now?" he said, using that voice again.

"No," I answer curtly.

"Yes, you are."

"No," I say as I finally find my blind cane, "now, if you excuse me from your mindless flirting, I'll be leaving now."

"Wait, what is that? Is that a weapon? Those aren't allowed on the plain."

"No, it's not a weapon. And if it's not allowed on the plain, how do you suppose I get around?"

"If it's not a weapon, then what is it? And why do you need it to get around?" I just sighed and walked away while shaking my head.

What was the world coming to?

"Flight to Forks, Washington, this way," an older man's voice called. I walked up to him and showed him my ticket. "Okay, Miss, this is your flight. Just go through the hallway right over there," I'm pretty sure that he pointed somewhere. When I didn't go where I suppose he pointed, he asked, "Are you okay, Miss?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

"Then why aren't you going through that hallway?"

"Because I don't see a hallway," I pointed at my dark glasses with y blind cane.

"Oh, well I guess you don't," I felt him take my hand and put it in the crook of his frail yet strong arm.

"Wait! Mr. Jean!" Said the annoying teenage boy from the metal detector.

"Yes? What is it, my boy?" replied the elderly man.

"She has a weapon"

"A weapon?"

"Yes, a weapon!"

"This," Mr. Jean said while raising my blind cane, "wouldn't be the 'weapon' you are yelling about, would it?"

"Yes! That's it!"

"You and I are going to have a serious discussion about this when I get back from escorting this nice young lady to her plain, young man."

"What did I do?" he asked as we walked away.

"You shouldn't be too hard on him," I say, once I know we are far enough away from the 'young man' that will be on the receiving end of Mr. Jean's lecture.

"And he should know better than to think your blind cane is a weapon. He has seen me help so many people to their plans before, some clutching their blind cane as if readying themselves to hit me with it. He should know better." I nod my head in slight agreement.

"Hello, Mr. Jean. Who's you friend?" a cheery voice asked.

"This is a passenger on this plain today, Miss O'Neil."

"May I see your ticket, please?" I hand her my ticket, which returns to my hand, "You know where to show her, Mr. Jean."

Mr. Jean showed me to my seat and put my luggage in the compartment above the seat. "Thank you, Mr. Jean."

"Your welcome, Miss…."

"Isabella," I supply.

"Well, your welcome Miss Isabella. Your name is as beautiful as yourself. Please, take care. It would be such a shame to loose such a sweet girl."

"Thank you again, Mr. Jean. I hope you take care, as well," with a polite and old-fashioned kiss to my knuckles, he left.

The rest of the passengers packed onto the plain and we took off. I laid back my seat slightly and began to play piano music in my head.

(((I've never been on a plain, so it's most likely not how things go. Also, if you review, I might just right a little short thing about…something that only reviews of this chapter will get if I get the review before the next chapter is posted.)))