1I know, I know. I have two other stories to finish.... Yatta yatta yatta. I have the biggest case of writer's Block.

I have been reading so many stories about Bella being a 'loner'. Please try this little drabble from my mind out!

'On Wings Of Integrity'

By

'MyChildren MyBride'

Warning: If your not the type of person who enjoys screaming, or the inhumane Torturing of Preps, please, Do Not Pass.

:] lol...

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Isabella Marie Swan

Stop looking at me... I think, rolling my eyes as the man seated in the isle across from me. But, of course, the man continued.

I huffed, shutting the book I was trying to read - but, was kept on the same page for over fifteen minutes.-

Shaking out my long, black hair, I let it slide over my eyes. So, the only thing I can see are the violet stripes I added to my hair before leaving Phoenix.

But, out of the corner of my eye, I can easily see the man reaching across the white leather seats to nudge his - or what I can only guess is- his wife. She turns to look at me, her eye's widening.

"Look what the world has come to, Sarah! Kids these days..." He trails off, shaking his head.

I bark a laugh, causing the two people to whip their heads around to see me.

"Problems with Kids? That's Cliche, considering you don't know me. I could be the most successful person on this piece of Crap you call a plane." I chuckle a little bit, considering I most definitely could be. "You don't know me." I whisper the end, annoyed at this man. Who is he? How dare he!

"I didn't... I didn't know– " the man splutters.

"You didn't know I could hear you? Just because I'm a freak does not make me deaf." I hissed, turning around and scooting closer to the window so I have the best view of the most dreadful, dreary place in America. Forks, Washington. My kind of place.

And soon, I see the ground approaching. My ears pop as we finally hit the runway.

I looked around me in the first class cabin I had to share with these two idiots.

First class passengers, thank you for flying American Airlines,

please exit to the right.

Thank you again for flying with us!

The nasally voice of an overly cheery hostess appeared from the too expensive and clean looking intercom.

I rolled my eyes, snatching my Drawing book and backpack.

The man caught sight of my most recent drawing, a drawing I had simply sketched, yet the man ogled it as though it were made by one of the Art Master's: Van Gogh or even Raphael!

"Did you...?" he muttered, gazing at the picture I had quickly drawn just so I could redraw it later, add improvement, then paint it.

"Yeah. I did." I spoke in a monotone, before departing the monstrous beast of an airplane.

I adjusted my fluffy black skirt, pulling up my black bat stocking so they came past my knee.

I cracked a smile as the rain pours, soaking me completely, yet my drawing is already safely stored away in my over-the-shoulder work case.

But, my minuscule grin was replaced when my eyes found my beautiful, sheet covered Ducati. The picturesque Bike lay in between a significantly small car, and a large minivan.

I quickly loped over to the beautiful beast, ripping the sheet from him. Before stuffing the leather material into the compartment on the back. Along with my bags.

Snaking my way into the warm comfort of my Pride and Joy, shivering at the wonderful feeling.

"How are you, Bonham?" I ask, hey, people make friends in the weirdest places...

I put my feet on both sides of the mighty beast, lifting my sleek black helmet that covered my entire face, letting me look at anyone at anytime without them knowing. That was the only reason I wore this thing.

My hands fumble inside of my bag, ripping out my custom made keys, gingerly forcing them into Bonham. I felt the purr of his engine as it roared to life, I pull out my Ipod, stuffing into the side compartment I had custom made.

My Bose headphone's found their way into my ears. I gently tilted my head, back then forward, forward then back to the God Like voice of Robert Plant. The woman's dream, Jimmy Page and his melodic guitar fingers'.

I shuddered in delight.

I stomped on the gas, zooming past on-lookers. Including that pesky little couple.

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I know that didn't give you much insight to the story, but I promise, Chapters get a lot longer. About eight or nine pages. So, no worries! Please Review!

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