"Bella! You'd better be down here in 5 minutes, or you're going to miss your flight!"

Packing up my last picture frame in my duffel bag, I zipped it up and dragged it downstairs to join my

other bags by the doorway.

Sometimes, well most of the time, I wonder if I made the right choice to go to Boarding School. I chose it not because I don't like my parents. Believe me, I love them. But, something I'm not sure about, is if they love me on the same level. They aren't 'bad' parents, like they feed me, cloth me, and give me a place to live. But, that's all it seems to be.

I've never felt comfortable talking to my mom for advice. I always felt like I was intruding when I'm in the house. My mom never acknowledges me. The only rare occasions when she does, it's when she's asking for something.

Now my dad, he's the only one I feel comfortable talking to. But, he's never home. Besides his usual work time at the police station, he is also called at random times during the night.

Leaving my parents aren't that hard, what is though is leaving all my friends. At school, I wasn't popular, but I wasn't an outcast either. Everyone knew me, but it wasn't as if they were lining up trying to get me to like them. I have around 20 friends, but 4 of them were really close. Those four were the ones I could talk to about anything. Those 4 friends are the hardest to leave behind.

I've never had a boyfriend. I have a bunch of guy friends, but a boyfriend? Nope. It's not that I don't WANT one, because I do. But, I've seen the type of guys that were at my school. I've seen relationships fall apart leaving heartbroken people. People have lost trust in others because of what a boyfriend or girlfriend has done. I don't want that happening to me.

The reason I decided to go to Boarding school is because my parents said the day I turn 18, I can't stay at home anymore. I don't know why, but I think it's about not having enough money. So, I want to know what it's like living on my own. I only have one more year of high school, so I'll be kinda on my own before I'm official on my own.

Also, I've been in Forks for my entire life. I want to see what it'd be like to live in the big city. So, I decided San Francisco. Also, I'm going to Stanford, so I'll get used to the area.

Getting into my truck for the last time was heartbreaking. I obviously couldn't take my truck on the plane, so my parents bought me another car in San Francisco. Joy.

When I got to the airport, I had about 40 minutes before I could get on my plane. During that time, I ate and said goodbye to my mom. What hurt though, was that my dad couldn't be there. Something in Seattle and he said he'd be there for the weekend. So, we said our goodbye yesterday.

When the plane started boarding passengers, I turned to my mom and said goodbye. That was it. No hug or anything.

The plane ride was pretty short, about 2 hours. I got the window seat and sat next to a middle-aged man with headphones in his ears and 'reading' a book. Every once in a while, I would see him glance at me. Also, when I looked at what he was reading, he was on page 142, and then about 20 minutes later, he was on the same page. Weird...

A/N: That's the first chapter! Again, I'm really sorry about Foster Love. I just really don't want to have my account taken away from me, along with my other stories. I might continue it again in a while. Maybe the person will forget. Hopefully...

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