My hero (Jasper Hale fan fiction)

One

My father pushes me down the stairs of our Colorado home. I hit my head a few times. He just laughs.

"Get to the car, you disgrace." Mother demands.

I grab my bags and I take off running to the vehicle. I trip a few times, but I make it. I climb in the back with my bags surrounding me. My parents had their things in the moving truck. I have to carry mine.

I am relieved when we pull up to the airport. I let out a shaky breath as I get out with my three suitcases. I board the plane and I take my seat in pilot, my parents having first class seats.

I am sitting beside a kind old man. He say his name is Harold. He is sixty-nine years old. He is telling me war stories of when he was in Vietnam.

"Most don't speak of their war stories, where Vietnam was so..... Bad." Harold tells me.

"I think that's what my history teacher told me last year." I say.

"And your teacher is correct. It is difficult for me to speak of it. There was a general. I cannot remember his name, he was great. He was killed, but he was the best general on our force." Harold speaks knowingly.

I smile at him and I turn to look out the window. Harold soon doses off into a small nap until the plane finally lands.

At least, I am not stuck next to a gassy man for this long ride. Harold is a kind man. He has not spread gas yet, that I know of.

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"Please fasten your seatbelts. The plane will soon be landing in Seattle." The flight commander announces.

I wake Harold."buckle up. The plane is about to land."

He nods and we both buckle up. I watch out the window as the plane nears the landing are in Seattle. I feel a jolt when the plane hits the concrete. I smile, finally in Forks.

I grab my luggage after Harold goes to walk towards the front so he can exit the plane. I follow in suit. My horrid parents are eating for me at the taxi. Oh my, I'm stuck in a back seat with them?

I put my luggage in the trunk. My parents put me in the middle of themselves. I count in my head, maybe that will help time go faster.

It helps. We make it to a real pretty modern, family house.

"You're room is upstairs." Mother says.

I get my bags from the trunk and I go inside to find my room. It is a regular teenagers room.

I smile and I lay my suitcases on my bed. I begin to unpack my clothes.

Fear grows in me when my mother enters my room.

"You start school tomorrow." She says before leaving.

School, my safe haven. That was my favorite place in Colorado, because my parents couldn't hurt me at school.

"Disgrace! Supper is ready. Come eat!" My dad yells.

I sigh, I go downstairs and to the dining room with a black interior. I sit at the lonely end of the table, where my plate was sat, and I say my own prayer. I eat my turkey burger and turnip greens.

I was demanded to go to my room when I finished eating. I see that I have my own bathroom. I grab some black pajamas and I enter the small bathroom with a black interior. I run the shower and I begin to strip my clothes off.

After my shower, I dry myself real well before putting on my pajamas. I put my clothes in my hamper and I go into my room.

I start Forks High School tomorrow. I hope I make at least a couple friends. Rather they are fake or not, I don't care if we last a long time even. I just want a few friends.

I sit up in my bed and I look out my window. I see a beautiful house.

Their driveway is full of fancy cars. People live there. I see a rusty, red truck pull into their drive. A girl with brunette hair gets out. A blonde guy comes out of the house and kisses the brunettes forehead.

I smile at the happiness between the two before I close my teal curtains. I lay back on my chair bed and I get quite comfy. My parents are probably gone to find bars in Port Angelus or in Seattle.

I will be gone for school before they even arrive back home. If I am still here, they will beat the fuck out of me then send me to school. They are just that horrid.

I go downstairs so I can do my lest chore of the night. Dishes. I run dishwater with Tropical Scented dish soap. I place the dirty dishes into the hot water. I grab a blue and yellow sponge and I get to scrubbing at the greasy dishes.

I have never complained about doing chores. It keeps my mind off of things. I have a clear mind when I am doing my daily chores.

Tomorrow, I have dishes and I got to vacuum the floors while my parents recover from hangovers. They may not even come home. They may recover their hangovers in a motel room then come home the next day. I must have the house clean before then.

My room is not their concern, their room is not my concern. They want the kitchen, guest bathroom and living room clean.

Once my chores of today are done, I go back up to my room. I have to get some rest for tomorrow.

I crawl into my small bed and I get under my blanket. I am staring at the ceiling for a long time, unable to sleep. I sigh, I have to fall asleep. I roll over and I face my window, I look at at the darkness surrounding my house.

I soon, finally, drift off to sleep.