Everyone wishes for Silver and Gold

Chapter 1- New School

Disclaimer- I only wish that I was amazing enough to own twilight

I tapped my foot anxiously on the floor of the plane. We were making our descent into Seattle. I couldn’t help the small grin that came onto my face. I couldn’t wait to get to the new school. This was new for me but – in my defense – it was an art school. I was going for my dancing. For all of my general clumsiness I could actually dance. Mind you, it was only ballet, jazz, tap, and similar that I could dance. I couldn’t do any ‘party’ dance and my partner dancing was…well, let’s not go there. Besides, if I wasn’t dancing, I was likely to trip over my own two feet.

As the plain landed I was the first in coach to get out. That was another reason I didn’t go to parties. The claustrophobia usually got to me. 

I was in baggage claim with one of those convenient trolleys. My pair of suitcases were not hard to find. The lime and bright purple plaid stood out against the blacks and blues of the other passengers’ baggage. Right as I was getting the second bag off of the conveyer belt I heard my name called. I saw my father, Charlie, waving to me enthusiastically. I grinned and headed toward him. He and my mother, Renee, had divorced when I was just an infant. She had remarried just the year before. Phil, my step-father, was a minor league baseball player. I had decided to move to Washington to allow her to move around with him.

I arrived in front of Charlie and hugged him, making us both blush. “Hi Ch-Dad.” I greeted, catching my slip of the tongue. I never called my dad Charlie to his face. “How are you?”

“Can’t complain, Bells.” Charlie told me. I winced at the nickname from my younger years but he didn’t notice. “Are you ready for school?”

I nodded but as I did the nerves set in. What if I wasn’t good enough for this school?

The hour-long drive in Charlie’s police cruiser was silent. I was thankful all my bags had fit in the car. I self-consciously wondered if I had over-packed. The school was half-an-hour out of inner-city Seattle and just over two hours from Charlie’s house in Forks.