Chapter Four: Leaving It All Behind

Julia's P.O.V

When we stepped off the plane the first thing I noticed was the heat. It was unbearable, seeping through my cloths and sinking into my skin. I was panting like a dog by the time we made it inside to grab our bags.

Matt's hand was on my shoulder the whole time. He kept looking at me, probably feeling the same way I did: tired, hot, but most of all empty. It was like somebody had gone inside of me and ripped everything out, making me feel as light as air. But it didn't feel good, either, it felt terrible. It felt like I was leaving a whole world behind me.

Everybody was silent, even Amber. That was surprising to me the most, simply because Amber had a random screaming outburst every ten seconds for no apparent reason.

I nudged Matt, but found that I didn't have a voice to speak with for some reason. It was as if it had been sucked away with the dry, Texan winds. I just looked down, feeling awkward around him.

What was I doing here when there was a whole world of memories back home?

Matt's P.O.V

Something wasn't right here. I could feel it run through my veins, something like an icy chill. My stomach felt empty, and so did everything else.

When we stepped off the plane, everybody looked instantly uncomfortable. It might have had to do with the constant country drawl everybody had, but I began to doubt that. I felt incomplete here.

A simpler way to describe it: It felt like I was a spirit to far away from it's own grave to really be a spirit, thus leaving me as nothing but a shadow, thus making me just another unimportant reflection of another person's figure.

Yah that was it. I was just a shadow, silently trailing behind all the Texan figures. Most of the figures were big and burly. I was slightly disappointed to see they didn't all wear big ten-gallon hats. I saw about maybe one actual cowboy, though he was a skinnier version of most of the men around here.

Julia nudged me in the stomach, looked up at me, and then looked away. I felt even emptier now, seeing her look so unhappy. I wanted to swoop down and give her a kiss, but the thought made me twitchy, now wanting nothing but to keep moving.

And the whole time we walked, I just couldn't shake that constant empty feeling.

Edward's P.O.V

Okay, so, yah, I was a vampire, but I could still feel emotion. And the emotion I felt as soon as I stepped off the plane: Dread. It was an emotion most humans couldn't put a finger on, one that they barely ever if at all experienced. It was worse then all over sadness, than yet not as deep as depression. A feeling that met right in the middle, one that was barley ever seen as a separate emotion. It was always another word for sadness.

But I could feel it now, and it was worse then being sad or depressed. I felt deeply troubled, though I couldn't think of anything to be troubled about.

At first it occurred to me that it may have just been because I had never any desire to go to Texas, and had never actually been there. I simply came to be with my human 'friends', and not to like it there.

But then I began to think of it from a philosopher's perspective: when you walk down a road only to find that nobody is there, even if a part of you knew nobody would be, you still had hopes of finding somebody there. And when you see that nobody is there, you feel empty and incomplete, but you still keep moving. Because you know if you don't keep moving, your hopes will soon rise for something else that isn't there.

So, what did that mean exactly? I think it meant that I was hoping on finding an actual reason to be in Texas other then to be with 'friends', even though I knew there would be none, and when I found no good legitimate reason after stepping off the plane, I was filled with dread.

A signal that I knew I was leaving something behind me on the philosophical 'road', and I would never be able to go back and retrieve it. Whatever was behind me was now behind me, and no matter how badly I would want it back, I had to know I could never have it again because I left it by choice, thinking there might have been something better to find.

Ammelia's P.O.V

Ahhhhhhhhh!

This place is hot and humid! That's a deadly combination of two 'h's. You may say that you know what hot and humid are, but you don't really until you step into Texas!

Other then the heat, though, I felt totally ecstatic. But from the looks everybody had on their faces, I seemed to be the only one.

I wanted to ask what everybody's problem was, but seemed it fit to leave them alone.

Right now I felt like I could skip around and start a dance craze that the whole Airport would go home to dance to. (Yah right, by the way)

But, no, I had to keep cool. No matter how badly I was itching to escape this place and to just break free into the hot and humid Texan air.

I felt absolutely no reason to feel like I was leaving something or even someone behind. I felt totally amazing!

Zach's P.O.V

While Ammelia looked like she was about to dance her way out of here, I felt like I was about to fall to the ground in a pool of my own sweat and all-of-a-sudden depression (see Edward's section to find more info on the word 'depression', and how it does not seem fit to use for Zach).

For some strange reason I felt like, totally out of it as soon as I stepped off that plane. And it was NOT the heat. I didn't know what was wrong with me!

I mean, what could be wrong with me?! I'm going to college with my friends (and Julia), and I get my sexy girlfriend all to myself for a whole year! And yet this happens. This…this…this feeling that I could have had a better time back home.

But home was boring! Home was home! It wasn't full of my friends (and Julia), or my totally amazing girlfriend! Jeez, plane rides do a job on people…

Amber's P.O.V

Uncomfortable, twitchy, tired, sleepy, hungry, thirsty…

I kept thinking of words I could use to complain, since complaining was a talented art I had perfected over the years. But I couldn't say them, which I found terrifying!

The amazing complainer\screamer\weirdo couldn't talk!

It was like my lips were glued shut-with SUPERGLUE! Ahh! Nobody can penetrate the powers of the almighty SUPERGLUE!

I kept squirming around (buying weird looks, which lets me keep the \weirdo). Uncomfortable would be the word of complaint choice now.

String of swear words I wish I could say (damn, frig, mother fugger, etc.). But of course, I couldn't even swear! Why does SUPERGLUE have this effect on its customers? Which made me think about the fact that I had never even purchased SUPERGLUE?

But no, I had no time to think about SUPERGLUE! I had to think about…about…SUPERGLUE!?

I was so confused. I bit the inside of my cheek, squirming even more as if there was a giant worm in my stomach, controlling my movements.

And that's when I ran into a wall….

I KNOW I didn't get to all of the P.O.V's, but that's okay. I'll make up for it.

Edward: Thank you for including me.

Me: Yah, yah, yah.

Edward: You made me use big words, though. For that I might have to make you pay.

Me: You need a new pair of socks; I can smell those babies from here.

Edward: Well, I am right next to you.

(Matt walks in)

Matt: Hey.

Me. MAAAATTT!

(Me runs over and kissed Matt REALLY hard)

(Edward shakes head and throws smelly socks at us)

(Me turns around angrily)

Edward: Told you I would make you pay.

Me: Curses.