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Thinking Oh no! This is the end! I pulled my knees to my chest and pulled my headphones out my ears only to hear the loud speaker come on and say "Please make sure your seats are in the upright position as we are about to take off." I then looked out the window and saw the plane was picking up speed and going down the runway. I gripped my seat, scared to death as the plane was bouncing like crazy and going extremely fast. I tried to peel my eyes away from the window as I felt and saw the plane start to leave the ground, but like looking at a car crash, I couldn't. Yet suddenly, I was pulled away by the sound of someone throwing up and then the smell hit me making gag and I had to start breathing though my mouth to prevent myself from vomiting myself. The flight attendant came over taking the sick girl, who was about my age maybe a year younger, to the bathroom since the plan was now leveled out.
I then turned back to face my window until something caught my eye. As I was turning my head, I saw someone pull what looked like a gray panel over there window and realizing that my window had one, too. I quickly pulled it down, trying not to look out the window and see how high we really were. Just as I was starting to calm down, the man next to me started snoring and then his head fell rested on my shoulder. I had to fight the urge to scream since I hated when people touched me, especially men. I slowly started to move away from the man and tried to get him to get off my shoulder without waking him. I finally succeeded, but was very uncomfortable because I was pushing myself up against the window to avoid contact with the man. Now knowing that sleep was not something I was going to get on this plane ride, I took out my dairy and started writing about my experiences so far today.
I had probably been writing for about an hour when the man's snoring next to me stopped and I felt like someone was reading over my shoulder. I quickly shut my dairy, as it had my most personal thoughts in it and then turned to the man only to find a smile on his face. He looked at me for a second and then breaking the silence, I wish he hadn't he said "Hi, I am Ken." and he extended his hand to me as if he wanted to shake. Knowing that I, in no way, shape, or form, liked being touched by people, even people I knew. I decided to do what I always did and sneezed into my hand and then gave him a confused look. I might the confused look to mean 'Do you want to shake my hand now? I just sneezed on it.' but he took it the completely wrong way and then he slowly drawing out each syllable saying "H-o-la, Me Lla-mo Ken." I looked at him like he had three heads for a moment, knowing that I did not in the slightest look Hispanic and also because he found it necessary to speak slowly to me when he thought that I spoke Spanish. But suddenly seeing that he obviously didn't speak that much Spanish, decided this was my way out of talking to him. So I recovered myself by quickly say "Me llamo Bella. Como esta senior?" Then he got the look on his face that showed me he had no clue what I was saying. I smiled knowing that the five years of Spanish I had were finally paying off. I then put my ear buds back in and pressed play on my I-Pod and closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. I was once again disturbed by 'Ken' falling asleep on me and then once again having to find a way to get this man off me before I had a melt down.
The buckle your seatbelts sign came on (which honestly, on this death trap I had no clue why anyone would want to take them off much, less walk around.) and then the Captain came on and said "Thank you for flying with American Airlines. Today we will be beginning our descent to Port Angles, Washington in about two minutes so please put your seats in the up right position and buckle your seatbelts." I waited on the edge of my seat ready for this flight to be over and to be on land again. Once the plane was landed and we were allowed to de-board I sat and waited, not wanting to be in the line of people who were pushing and shoving.
Once I was off the plane, I headed towards the baggage claim area to find my suitcase. I quickly found my suitcase but ran into the problem of trying to get it off the conveyer belt. I started to chase my bag, trying to get it off the line using my left arm when I was left handed when I suddenly ran into a brick wall or so it felt like one. I fell on the ground and when I looked up, a saw a very tall and muscular guy who was probably about 17 or 18 years old. He reached out his hand to help me, but I did not take it not trying to be rude, but because once again, I did not like touching anyone. He shrugged it off, smiling at me still while he grabbed my bag off the conveyer belt. I smiled back and said "Thank you." but before he handed me my bag, he looked at the luggage tag before saying "Your welcome, Isabella Swan". He turned around to leave when suddenly he turned back around and picked me up into a big hug and I was about to scream when he gushed "Oh my gosh! BELLA! I can not believe I finally get to meet you! I can't believe I get to have a sister now!" I finally realized this must be Emmett who was not a thing like I expected him to be. He seemed like a giant teddy bear and not some tough football player. But all of these thoughts were getting farther and farther from my mind as my ribs where now throbbing from the pressure that Emmett was putting on them from the hug and from the fact that I was being touched by someone and not to mention my fading bruises fro last weeks beating. Emmett must have caught a glimpse of my face and the tears that were threatening to spill out because he put me down apologizing saying "Sorry Bella. I just get caught up sometimes and forgot how strong I am…and is it okay if I call you Bella or do you prefer Isabella"
Finally, something I could respond to "No, Bella is what I go by." I tried to smile up at him once I was done, but in truth, my ribs hurt so badly right now that I could not stand it. He smiled back evidently, believing my forced smile and grabbed my bag and headed towards the door while he just went on and on about how happy he was to finally meet me and how happy he was to have a sister now. I had to say I was starting to like Emmett even though he was a guy and my normal tendency was to avoid them, but Emmett just seemed like a teddy bear and I felt weirdly safe around him.
Ok so even though I did not get 5 reviews I decided to post this chapter tonight anyway because I have over 310 views of this story in less then a day of having it up yippee!…but tomorrow I will not be posting anything though most likely because I have drama club and then youth group and band practice….but I will hopefully have time to write at least one chapter Thursday unless the hurricane Hannah knocks out my power and internet. But if she does I will plug my computer into a generator and keep writing and then post it all once I get internet back.. R&R please….tell me what you do and don't like….
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