Dear Journal,
This morning I woke up early and threw up the window in my bedroom to soak up the warm rays of the sun. My last time to feel the warmth of the sun before I go to Forks.
I tossed what was left of my clothes in my suitcase but it wasn't much. Living in the warm climate I don't have very many long pants and sweatshirts. "I guess I'll have to go shopping when I get there", I muttered to myself. I hate to shop!
There was a soft tapping on my door then I heard Renees voice.
"Bella, honey it's time to get going. I don't want you to miss your flight" she expressed in a concerned tone.
"Coming Mom" I spit out.
"Yes, because I don't want to miss my flight", I mumbled to my self and rolled my eyes.
I spoke to Charlie last night before bed and he seemed happy and anxious but tried not to show it. He rarely shows his emotions and doesn't get caught up in all the mushy love stuff.
"Bells, I'll be there at 3pm on the dot, if not sooner", he declared.
"Ok Ch--err Dad" I sputtered, "I'll see you then."
I lay on my bed in the sunshine, looking at the ceiling and I started to get watery eyes. I can't cry now, not now! I don't want Mom to be unhappy and if she sees me like this she will be. Besides, I'll feel worse when I board the plane.
I finally stumbled to my feet and put the black leather strap over my left shoulder and sighed. I trudged down the stairs to the living room where Phil and Renee where waiting for me.
"Better get going honey, it's about an hour drive to the airport", Mom mentioned.
"Yup, I'm ready" I responded.
I looked around the house then and sighed. It was small but quaint. The perfect house for us with wooden paneled floors and vibrant yellow walls. On the mantle there were alot of pictures of me growing up ranging from Kindergarden to Freshman year. Pretty embarassing in my point of view but Mom insisted they stay.
We all walked to the dark green stationwagon, me with my suitcase and my baby cactus in hand, something to remind me of Phoenix. I climbed into the back of the car and sat my suitcase next to me. Mom drove while Phil rode shotgun. The car trip went by too quickly as Mom mostly chattered her flighty talk the whole way there. I barely got a word in but I liked the silence, it gave me time to think. I began to see the green airport road signs and suddenly got very tense. The time has come for me to move on with Charlie but I wasn't ready. I must remain strong for Mom, I thought when I get on the plane then I can cry my thousand tears.
We walked into the crowded airport. It was so busy with people from all walks of life talking, looking at fly schedules and purchasing tickets. I could clearly here the beeping of the scanners as people placed their luggage on the conveyor belt. I put mine on the belt and my change in a bucket and walked right throught the detector, luckily for me it didn't go off once.
I finally made it to my gate just as they were calling out my flight number.Phil game me a half armed hug and patted my head. Mom looked at me with soft eyes and started sniffing.
"Mom, don't do this, I wailed. "Everything will be fine and I will call you everyday." I'll be back before you know it."
"Yes I know, she spoke out but it's still hard."
"I'll call as soon as I land", I declared and buried my head in her chest.
I pulled myself together and half way ran to the gate tripping over a mans foot as he sat and waited for his flight. I picked myself up and didn't even look his direction. I gave the flight attendant my ticket and she escorted me to the terminal. I quickly turned around to see Phil and Mom waving at me and I felt a single tear run down my cheek. I wiped it away and waved back. I then turned around and walked the short walk to the plane that waited for me.
~Bella
