Bella’s POV

“Thank you for flying with us on South West airlines today” said a pleasant voice coming from the intercom. “We will be landing in five minutes at Los Angeles, California. On behalf of all the crew we hope you enjoyed your flight” the intercom clicked off and the seatbelt light flashed on a second later. I sighed and pulled the seatbelt over my lap and buckled myself up. I was on my way to Summer Dreams summer camp for two months. I begged Charlie to let me stay in Forks but he said that the hospital only had a few doctors working and he was going to be there a lot and he felt bad leaving me home alone. I had told him over and over that I’m 17 and old enough to stay alone and keep myself busy, but that only seemed to make him more eager to get me to go. So here I was landing in California. This was going to be my own personal hell. It wasn’t like the camp wouldn’t be fun, actually it was kinda cool. We get to go all over America (and Canada) to visit landmarks and amusement parks. Then when we aren’t traveling we got to go surfing, wave boarding, sailing, kayaking, and play all kinds of sports right at the beach located on the camp’s property. It wasn’t the amusement I was worried about. Nope, it was fitting in. All my life I never quite fit in places. When I lived with my mom in Phoenix she was really my only and best friend. But even with her it was like we were never quite in sync. So even if there are lots of fun events, what’s the point of them when you do them yourself?

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I stepped into my log cabin and gasped. The room was absolutely beautiful. There was two sets of bunk beds made out of deep red wood and were bedded with a blue comforter and white sheets peeking out over the top. A big white shaggy rug was spread across the center of the cabin and two bean bag chairs were placed on top. And there was a fifteen inch plasma screen TV was placed right above a stone fire place. On the far corner of the wall a door was open to a small bathroom with two showers crammed in, two stalls, and a row of sinks claiming one of the bathroom walls. There was a closed door about two feet away from the bathroom; I was guessing it was the closet. I looked around more and saw that two girls were occupying the top bunks. I decided to go to the bottom bunk by a window that reached from the floor to ceiling. I picked up my small black suitcase and headed over to the bed I would be sleeping in for the next two months. When I got there I felt my eye lids trying to slide shut. I figured since dinner wasn’t till six I could afford to take a quick nap. I laid down on top of the comforter and closed my eyes. When I rolled over and briefly opened my eyes I saw someone staring at me with only her head sticking out because she was leaning over the railing of the top bunk. She was very pixie like and had a halo of inky black spiky hair.