BPOV
I have never thought for one minute I would end up boarding a plane to the town of forks, Washington again after 14 years of leaving. My mom Renee, is 34 years old and has long light brown hair, she has green eyes, and has long legs and is the average size of most 34 year old women. My parents divorced when I was 4 and I have lived with my mom since. It has been a rough 3 months living with my mom. She lost her job at Coronation Public School after 5 years of being the art teacher. We can't pay the bills and have no money for food. The only person my mom could think of to help was my dad Charlie. We are so poor that we have to move back to my dad's house, my mom seems excited but me, I am going to miss my friends and now have to start at a new school.
I see Charlie once a year. He is the chief of police in forks and, he has the money to take a plane to California every year and stay at the house for a week. I do miss him some times, but not enough to go live with him. I am going to dread moving in with him, and his dog K.c.
My mom suddenly interrupted what I was thinking " Honey, it's going to be fine. Just think, your going to meet new people, make new friends..." She trailed off at the end as if she was going to add more but thought better of it.
That was actually the part I was dreading the most. I hated meeting new people, I never knew what to say.
" But mom there all going to think I am ugly and weird." I said, feeling sad.
"No Bella, they will think your beautiful." Said my mom. She was always supportive.
The truth was that I looked alot like my mom, I had a perfect nose and perfect teeth, her small waist and long skinny legs, and I had her 38 C boob cup but, I had my dads wavy brown hair and my own chocolate colored brown eyes. Even with all that thought, I have never, ever had a boyfriend. I knew it was silly but I never really thought of my self as being in a relationship before. My friends always said that everyone had a true love, but I never listened.
We were just about to board the plane when I noticed the sad look in my mom's eyes.
" You okay mom?" I asked her, my face filled with concern.
"Yeah," she said " I just...I just have alot on my mind is all." She smiled but I could tell it took alot for her to put it there.
We got on the plane and took our seats. I had the window seat and my mom sat beside me. There were three seats and the person that took the next seat was a fat man with huge glasses and a fanny pack just under where his stomach flowed over his pants. He sat down and smiled at us, he took up the whole seat and more. My mom squished as far as she could next to me because the stench that was coming off of the man was toxic. This was going to be a long flight.