Okay, so if my calculations are correct, the trip to Seattle was about 2-3 hours, right? Okay, and then the plane trip to Florida is 4-5 hours, I think. And then from the airport to her mom's house shouldn't be so long, so Bella should get there around 12-1 PM roughly, right? And just to make it clear, I've never been on a plane; I'll basically be making it all up! Well, on with the story! (:

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I hate planes.

Don't get me wrong, the idea of getting away from Washington as fast as possible was great, but the whole flying in a big metal bird didn't really work for me. I was fine walking into the airport. Calm when I bought my ticket. At one point whistling waiting for my flight, perfectly at ease, but now, well, let's just say I was freaking out. And that's putting it mildly.

As I sat in my seat, things like plane crashes and 9-11 kept popping into my head and I prayed to the god above that he would let one good thing happen to me tonight. Funny how religious you can get when you're desperate.

Well, actually I wasn't desperate.

Well, maybe a little, but that's not the point.

The point is; I hate planes. Simple, right? Yeah, no.

No one has called me yet, so I'm guessing Charlie is either a) not home or b) otherwise preoccupied.

Gross. That was a mental image I could've lived without. I know when you get older and you figure out where babies come from and how mommy and daddy make babies, but still you never want a visual of your parents doing the nasty.

You know how some people can block unwanted memories? Yeah, well, I was not blessed with that gift. I can still remember that day Charlie decided to have 'The Talk'. Or tried to, anyway.

*FLASHBACK*

"Hey, Bells, I need to, uh, talk to you. Um, yeah, in the living room, please." The girl's father gestured with his hands, before stuffing them in his pockets.

The girl was now older, almost out seventh grade now, and she was about to head out to her best friend's house. Her dad knew this, so she was confused. "What do you need, dad?" Her father's face was red and he looked like he was having a hard time with words. He looked up at the girl and quickly looked down again, not completely sure how he was going to start. The girl frowned, worrying she did something wrong. "Dad, what's wrong?" She was really scared now.

Her dad sighed, but looked up. "We need to have the talk." The girls eyes widened, more scared than before.

"Dad, I don't think we do." She shook her head, trying to get out of this situation. The girl's face was as red as her father's now. He wanted to have 'The Talk'; you know the birds and the bees, the sex talk! The girl's father stood.

"No, we need to have it. I don't want to either, but—" She cut off her father.

"No, dad, we don't. The school kinda does it about two weeks every year since fifth grade." Now, this just made it more awkward, she thought.

"What!" The girl's dad looked torn between relieved and angry.

"I know the basics about it and I'm sure it hasn't changed much. Plus, it's, um, still kinda early, don't you think?" This was the hint. Take it, please take it! The girl was mortified; she couldn't even look at her father.

He cleared his throat. "Alright, just be careful. Um, have fun tonight. Be back before ten, it's a school night." Then he sat down in his recliner and resumed whatever was playing. The girl took this as her cue to leave, so she did. Her best friend's parents were waiting outside and she smiled sheepishly at Elizabeth before climbing in the back with her friend.

"What took so long?" Her friend asked, raising an eyebrow, silently questioning her blush.

"Charlie had the, erm," She cleared her throat. "We had 'The Talk'." The girl visibly shuddered as her friend burst into hysterics. "Shush! It's not funny. Sticking two awkward people in the same room talking about sex is not cool, especially when the people are father and daughter!" She shuddered again. Her friend was still laughing and his mother raised an eyebrow in the rearview mirror before winking at her son's best friend. The little girl knew that the little boy wouldn't be laughing for long…

*END FLASHBACK*

A chill ran through my spine just reliving that memory. Yeah, to say things were awkward when I got back that night would be true.

Wait, ew! Change the subject! I don't even want to think about this!

Okay…subject change….

Uh, think, Bella!

"I like potatoes!" Shock froze me where I sat. Crap! I said that out loud, didn't I?

Yep.

Dang it, I really need to—Hey, you're back!

Never went anywhere. I could literally hear a sigh.

Oh.

There's a weird looking old guy staring at you.

What? I turned around and sure enough, there was an elderly guy a few seats back, staring unabashedly. He looked to be in his late forties, maybe early fifties and his gray hair covered about half his head. For some reason he didn't look away when I caught him staring, he just seemed to continue, like it wasn't weird to stare at people you don't know.

Piece of advice: It is.

What do I do to make him stop looking at me? Should I ignore it? Well, I can't ignore it; I can practically feel his eyes burning a hole in my back. Maybe if I growled. That always seemed to work for Voldemort. I mean He-who-shall—No never mind, I'm calling him Voldemort.

The voice in my head snorted. Yeah, because it wouldn't be weird when you tell people you moved across the country to escape Voldemort. Nice.

Shut up! No one asked you. It's just He-who-shall-not-be-named is way too long!

Well, you could call him by his name…

I pretended to think about it. Nah, I'm good.

The old dude was still staring and I didn't really want to growl and embarrass myself anymore, so I just turned back in my seat and waited.

And waited…

Until, finally, the stewardess came over the intercom and told us we were about to take off soon. Thank you, Jesus! I turned around again and noticed the creepy old man wasn't staring at me anymore. Woo! Two in a row!

Could this get any better?

"Excuse me." A nasally voice broke through my moment of happiness and my head snapped up to see a pair of icy blue eyes. My seat was the seat next to the aisle, because I wouldn't be able to sit next to the window without freaking out. This girl had bleach blonde hair and she looked like she had a nose job. Her mouth was covered in thick, bright red lipstick and it was set in a thin line.

Okay, so I was tired as fudge (!), but even though I wanted to just fall asleep and forget everything for a little while, I really, really wanted to mess with her. Hey, I had to get my frustrations out somehow…

Putting a blank expression on my face, I looked at the girl. "Yes?" Oh, she looks aggravated. "Can I help you?" I asked, smiling sweetly.

"You can move your fat ass to let me get in my seat." Steam was practically blowing out of her ears. Well, someone has a temper. "Like, now." That glare will get you nowhere, honey.

"What's the magic word?" I smirked. She looked like she wanted to smack me, when really it should be the other way around. You can't talk to people like this.

"Fuck you."

"Err! Sorry, that was wrong. Try again." Was I enjoying this? Uh-huh, you bet I am!

"Ugh! You know what? Fine! Please will you move?" She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. Oooh, scary.

And you wonder why you're about to get punched in the face.

It's not my fault she's a bitch.

"This is my seat. Why would I move?" I was about to crack. I could feel the smile slowly creeping across my face, but that was only the beginning. Biting my lip, I tried to keep in the laughter. She stared at me and huffed before attacking me. Shocked, I just let her try to hit me, but it wasn't really hurting. A guy from the row across went to grab her quickly and I couldn't help it—I started laughing. A stewardess came over and helped the man calm the crazy lady before coming back over to me.

"I apologize for that ma'am, but I have to ask that you come with me for a moment." She looked tired, so I went without a fight.

"Am I not going to be able to fly?" That sounds weird. I hope she understands what I mean.

"No, you are, but we need a statement and an explanation to why that woman attacked you." I nodded and followed her out of the plane where there was an airport security woman waiting.

She offered a small smiled. "Hello, ma'am, can you come with me, please?" The stewardess smiled and turned walking away as the officer led me to a room to the side. The room looked like a high school front office with only a handful of rooms leading off to the side with doors and one big receptionist desk in the middle, cutting the room in half. The lady who attacked me was sitting in a plastic chair closest to the door with a bathroom sign on it. By the scowl on her face, I could tell she didn't pick that seat.

The airport security lady led me to a chair as far away from the girl as possible, which was only about five or six chairs away. She glared at me and I completely ignored her.

I don't think she liked that.

Oh, well.

Someone came out to take the girl's statement—away from me—and from the glass separating us, I could tell she had come up with some crazy tale. Or maybe she was telling the truth. I couldn't see the person at the desk, because the chick was standing in front of them now, but I think it was a guy. Or a really butch lady.

I was sitting calmly in my seat when the girl walked out and an officer took her out the doors, going somewhere I couldn't see. Another officer came and told me to walk into the room that the girl just left. Standing, I felt how tired I am. My knees wobbled and my eyes wanted to drift shut on their own. It took everything in me to make sure I walked the short distance into that room to give my statement, so I could leave. Leave Washington. Leave Forks. Leave the world for a few hours to sleep. Leave all my problems and issues. Leave everything I know. And forget. For a few hours I just want to forget every promise, every hope and dream. Forget all the love and loss. Forget friendships. Forget my life and start over. Start fresh with new hopes and dreams. With new friends, loves, promises.

With a new me.

Walking into the room, the first thing I noticed was that the person sitting in the desk had many photos on their walls. Of cats. A cat of every different shape, size, and color flooded her wall space. No cat looked to be placed there twice, even though there were many who looked similar. My eyes narrowed in on a frame, which was the largest, hanging below an orange, Garfield-looking cat, and above a cat that was thin and as black as night. The frame itself looked to be expensive, with its intricate designs of vines wrapped tightly around various objects. It was a familiar bronze color and I winced, remembering something I would like to forget. The cat itself looked to be pampered, stuck-up, one of those show animals. It was as white as snow and had piercing blue eyes. Its fur seemed well groomed, and looked soft, like cotton. The cat was posing sitting with its back legs, and standing with its front. Its nose was in the air, as if saying it was better then you. How could an animal look so…pretentious?

"My pride and joy, that one." My head snapped instinctively to the voice and I realized I had been staring at the picture for a while. The woman behind the desk was indeed, butch, and if I passed her in the streets and she did not talk, I would've thought her a man. Even though her appearance may have been manlier, her voice was feminine and girly. It reminded me of my mom in a way. Not the butch part, the voice. The woman sitting behind the desk was wearing a simple gray suit and her sandy blonde hair was cropped short, in a boy cut. Her familiar green eyes were less shiny than I was used to and looked tired. Her mouth was set in a thin line, showing no emotion. "Sit." It wasn't a question.

I sat down and the woman appeared to be analyzing me the way I did her. After a moment of silence, she sighed and rubbed her eyes.

"There has been a problem, yes?" I nodded, and she continued. "Well, can you tell me exactly what happened so we can fix it?" I nodded again and proceeded to re-tell the story, watching her face change as she tried to hide her amusement. I pointed out that she could've sat down at any time, but she remained standing in the aisle. I told how the girl finally got aggravated and decided to attack me.

"And now here I am…" I trailed off, finishing my story. She was nodding her head and for a moment she smiled, before she covered up again.

Her elbows rested on the desk, her thumbs twiddling away, while I waited for her to speak. Finally, she sighed and looked at me again. "You seem like a truthful girl. More truthful than the other story," She paused. "Well, if you want to press charges there is an officer waiting outside the room. If you don't then, go back to your plane and have a safe trip. We will move you away from the woman, but she will still be flying also. Some may say you provoked her, but, like you said, she could've sat down any time she wanted to. So, what would you like to do?"

Without hesitation I replied, "I would not like to press charges," I stood from my chair, thanked her, and exited the room away from all the watchful eyes of the cats.

Like the woman said, there was an officer who asked if I were to press charges and I declined, so she took my arm and led me back to my plane. There the stewardess was waiting patiently. She smiled softly and I returned it.

"Ma'am, I apologize for that incident earlier. If you follow me, I will take you to your new seat." The officer walked away while the stewardess strutted in the opposite direction. I followed the stewardess. When we re-entered she led me past my old seat, where the girl sat glaring at nothing in particular, and kept walking until we made it to a curtain. Confused, I looked at the woman. She wasn't looking at me, but pulling open the curtain and continued walking. I looked around and noticed many more sleeping people than there was before. They must've allowed more people on when I was gone. Can they even do that?

"Ma'am?" My head whipped around to see the lady at the end of the other hall past the curtain. She was staring at me curiously, waiting for me to join her. I scrambled down the other aisle of sleeping people, reaching her, waiting for her to point out my seat. "Right this way," She pointed towards another curtain divider and I sighed. There were a few empty seats here. Why could I not take one?

"Here is your seat, ma'am. If you need anything, just ask." Her voice drifted from the other end of the curtain. Moving the curtain aside, my mouth dropped open in shock.

"Um, there must be some mistake. This is a first-class seat. I didn't pay for this." The seats looked like a recliner and there was a T.V. directly in front of the seat on the back of the seat in front of me. There weren't many people in here as there were in the other parts of the plane, but these people, too, were sleeping. The stewardess hushed me. She hushed me!

"Ma'am, please just sit down and enjoy it. It is… a gift from Mrs. Adams. She would be very displeased if you did not accept." Mrs. Adams? Who the fudge is Mrs. Adams?

"Who is Mrs. Adams?" At least I left out "The fudge". I'm trying.

"The woman you gave your statement to. She said you seemed like a nice, smart girl. She also said you looked tired and would need somewhere proper to rest, so she switched your ticket. She said you look like you've had a rough day." I blinked, shocked. I didn't even know the lady and she gave me a first-class ticket.

"Please tell her thank you for me. She is a very kind woman." The stewardess nodded and walked off. I sat in the chair and couldn't help but mold myself deeper, relaxing all my tense muscles and releasing all the tension in me. The chair was soft, so soft. Before I realized it, my eyes were drifting closed, slipping into a dream about fat cats ruling the world…

So, did you like it? I don't even know if I like it. Maybe. So, Bella already got into a fight, and Charlie is otherwise preoccupied…Gross. Okay, um review if you liked it? Review if you hated it! Review, please…? (: Thanks for anyone still with me. I know my updating schedule is weird, but I've been trying to write for days, but my sister stole my computer so she could do her project for class. That chick needs her own computer! Well, thanks again for reading, reviewing, being awesome…XD No, but you guys are great! (:

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