Heyyyy! Technically 2nd chapter, not counting the prolouge.
Yes its short i'm sorry. I write really short chapters...but since this is only my 2nd fanfiction i think i have a right. Well, hope you like it!
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Bella's POV
"BELLA!" Mom yelled, waking me from my sleep. I sat up in bed, smoothing my hair down. It probably looked like a huge mass of brown sticks sitting atop my head. I scrunched my eyes together, thinking about what day it was. Not Tuesday, not Wednesday, not… "Oh crap!" I yelled, realizing this was the day I was supposed to leave to New York. For a while I was set on going to Forks, but when my mom got pregnant relatively close to the time she married Phil, so I had decided to stay. I had to help prepare and things, but finally since the baby was finally born, I could get out of mom and Phil's way. I changed into my airplane clothes, and raced down the stairs. The sun of the Arizona morning shone through the large bay windows.
"I'm here mom, I'm here! What's for breakfast?" I asked, and then noticed that Phil had made waffles for us. Mom and him smiled at me from the table, and I walked over to it.
"Morning Bells. Be really quiet, okay? I just got Livie to sleep," Renee said, kissing me on the cheek. I waved to Phil and sat down at the table. Olivia was my little half sister who had delayed my departure from Arizona. But I didn't really care.
"So do you have everything packed and ready for the flight?" Phil asked, continuing to eat his waffle. I smiled and nodded, still a little uncomfortable with Phil. I didn't like anyone else to be my dad other than Charlie. It just seemed wrong. I finished my waffle and raced up stairs, packing a few more random things. I was almost going in New York!
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I stepped off the plane, thoroughly tired and dazed. I hated long plane rides, so one almost across the whole country was too much. I sighed, and looked for my aunt Erica. Erica was sort of shunned from the regular family because she left home on her eighteenth birthday without any warning to go run off with a guy to New York City. Of course she was now a reformed art teacher at a fancy school and a thirty-year old, but she happened to be with the same guy she ran off with. She made up with Charlie a few years ago, and now lives on the Upper West Side.
"Bella!" She exclaimed, running over to me and helping me with my bags. She smiled and hugged me, and almost completely ridding me of air.
We walked out to Erica's car-it was a small Prius-and I got in quickly and slammed the doors. I looked out the window admiring all that New York City had to offer while Erica chatted on about her life. She talked about the school she worked at-Duchesne-and how great Jeff-the guy she was dating-was and all about their apartment. I nodded every once and a while, and was relieved when we reached her building.
"Home sweet home," Erica said cheerily, brushing her cropped blonde hair out of her blue eyes, and walked over to the other side of the room where she deposited my bags. I had just recently noticed that she didn't really look like a thirty year old. Her hair was about chin length, her blue cashmere sweater was rolled up halfway, and she had tall black knee length boots that made her appear taller. I knew she was only about five four, but this was a surprise. I had always imagined her looking dumpier.
"Can I see my room?" I asked her quietly, and she nodded. She talked even more about Jeff wasn't going to home for a few days and that he was in the arts business also. She opened the door to my room, which went perfectly with the theme of the apartment. The whole apartment looked like a completely brick, hip place for a twenty something. This shouldn't be a twenty year olds house.
"Here you go," Erica said sweetly, and promised to bring my bags in later. I nodded and went in. But when I was going in, I noticed a large intricate pattern of brilliant blue veins popping out of her arm. I sat down on the bed, ignoring the weird veins, and sat down on the bed. Home sweet home indeed.