All for you - Carlisle Cullen

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The loud ringing sound of my alarm was not what woke me up. Fear was. I had dreamt of the day i would finally leave this town and now that it had came i was actually quite sad. Not because i would be leaving high school to go to another one in another state. Not even because i was leaving my dad. But because i was leaving my grandmother and i know she didn't have long left. But as she said her gift was the gift of a do-over and i would not let fear get the best of me. So, i threw my legs over the side of the bed and started to get dressed. I changed into some leggings and a grey top with a baggy black jumper. I didnt need to do much except get to the airport as i had already packed 2 weeks in advanced. I had some chocolate pillows and a glass of chocolate milk for breakfast and then put my tattered converse on and decided to go say a- hopefully quick- goodbye to my dad.
I walked up the creaking staircase and knocked on my fathers study.
"Come in" I heard my fathers gruff voice say. I walked in the room slowly.
"Well dad, im leaving today. Well actually any minute now. Grans picking me up in 5 minutes." I say awkwardly
"Oh um well, here's $50 and have fun-" just as my father was about to continue i heard a knock coming from the front door.
"Thanks and bye dad"
"Goodbye jane"
I waited for a minute thinking that mabye, just mabye, he would have something else to say. But no, of course he didnt. I went down stairs opening the front door allowing my gran to come in.
"Morning dear. Are you all ready?"
"Ready as i'll ever be" i grabbed my suitcase and headed out the door. Yes. Only one suitcase. I never had anything really precious. Well except for one photo of me, mum and dad when i was younger. We all looked happy. Such a foreign word. I got into the passenger seat of my grans mini and we started driving to the airport.
"When you get there, your car will be waiting for you with a women called avery. You'll sign some papers and then its yours. Here is the address. You'll have school tomorrow aswell." My gran told me as she focused on the road.
"Thank you, gran"
We fell back into a comfortable silence for the rest of the ride. When we arrived at thr airport, everything became so real. This really was happening.
"Gran, i cant thank you enough, i'll make you proud. I promise"
"I know you will. Go on, board your plane. Have the time of your life."
"I will gran, i love you"
"I love you too my sweet"
I gave my gran one last hug and left to get on the plane. When i got on the plane I suddenly realised something. Im very fucking terrified of heights. How the fuck did i just realise that. I took three deep breaths and realise the quickest way to get this flight over and done with was to sleep. If sleep was an olympic sport, i'd be a gold medalist. It took me what felt like 5 minutes to fall asleep.
The flight was annoying to say the least. I woke up after about 30 minutes and was sat next to a really cute old women. Whats the problem with that? I was tired and she wouldn't shut up about butternut squash's and shit. Also i was sat infront of a stroppy 3 year old who just wanted a capri sun. Fun. When the plane landed, i swear it took me a whole 30 seconds to get off. I collected my luggage and went in search of my new car. About 5 minutes later i came across a small women, who looked to be in her early 50s, she was holding a sign that read 'jane marsolo'
40 minutes and 3 contracts later i was free to leave with my new car. Why did it take so long? Im not getting mugged by some old women. I read that shit carefully.
My car was a 1963 chevy pickup. It was a faded red colour and i fell in love. I got into the car and turned on the heating as it was pretty cold and put my new house address into google maps. I drove for a rough 20 minutes before i came to a cute little cottage on the edge of the woods. I got out the car but my foot missed the ledge of the car and i slipped into a puddle. A very muddy puddle. "Classic fucking jane" I muttered angrily to myself. I got up and got into the house without any further incidents. "Welcome home" i said to myself. The cottage was cute. With vine like things up the side of the house making it very classic. Inside was cosy and already furnished. It already felt like home. I took my bags upstairs and into the master bedroom. I didn't bother unpacking as i new i had school tomorrow and i should get some sleep. As soon as my head hit my pillow i was out.

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