Chapter 1

The Perfect Stranger

I never got the real reason why we moved. Or why here,of all places. Why this rainy little town, named after a piece of silverware? Why Forks, Washington? When I asked my dad, John, why were we moving all he said was,

"Just a new place to get some writing ideas, not to mention a little peace and quite as well." The thing is John hasn't wrote a single sentence since mom died. That the only reason I could come up with. A fresh start. Now we are driving through what I thought looked like broccoli.

Everything was green. It was raining so hard that was all I could make out. We were driving at the same slow pace, which was fine with me. A silver car zoomed past us. I gripped the seatbelt and squeezed my eyes shut I wasn't about to have a panic attack now.

"Calm down Mina, everything is going to be all right." Shawn said reassuringly. Shawn was my brother and best friend. I nodded my head, and took a deep calming breath. We stopped at a old looking house. It was brown, the paint was peeling and the grass needed cut. It was hard for me to believe that this was our new home.

"Well come to your new home." John annouced. He said 'your' instead of 'our' like he wasn't going to live here. I sighed as I pulled up my hood. I walked up to the very small front porch. John pulled a key from his pocket and open the door. The room was dark, so I seached the wall for a light switch. I found one and flicked it on. I guessed this was the living room since it had all our living room funiture in it. John had came down here a week ago so he could move all the funiture in. The floors were wood, back at California there was carpeting. The walls were white. Every room looked the same. I walked up to the room John told me that was mine. It too, had wooden floors and white walls. I was pretty happy the walls were white, that meant I could paint them. I put down some boxes I had carried upstairs. I went down stairs to bring up my other boxes.

"So do you like your new room, Mina?" John asked . He put down a large box.

"Yeah, its nice." I picked up a box with my name on it. "I'll think I paint it sometime."

John nodded his head and kept bring in boxes.

"Good." He kept his eyes on his work. I knew why, I looked to much like my mother.

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After unpacking everything we went to a diner. We didn't have any food so I made a mental note to go to the gorcery store tomorrow.The diner was called Danny's. Inside it had neon lights and pictures of Elvis. I couldn't help but giggle. We sat down at a booth with fake red leather. Two booth down was a group of rowdy boys. They looked like full grown men but they were acting like teenage boys. Their were a couple of people sitting in the chairs up front. The group of boys looked indian. They all had golden skin and black hair.

"What can I do for ya'll?" the waitress asked.

"A water please." I said, looking down at the table.

"And what would you like to eat?" She said with a friendly smile.

"Just fries please." She took Shawn and John's order and walked away. I took out my sketch book and started to draw. I start to draw the neon signs on the wall, when the waitress came back with our drinks.

"Ya'll food will be here in a little." She said. I took a sip of water and conitued my sketch.

"What are you drawing now, Mina?" Shawn took a peek over my shoulder while I was working.

"Just the diner wall." I replied. I was just finishing up my sketch when the food came.

"Wow, that some good drawing there, girl." She complimented.

"Thanks," I said slyly. I took a bite of fries and finished my sketch. I left the sketch book open and listened to Shawn and John's conversation.

"So I was thinking, I came up with a idea about a boy who moves to a town and finds something out," John said

" Finds what, though. " I said, I took another sip of my water.

" I'm not sure yet, but I have a feeling that it's a start. " I shrugged my shoulders. I didn't know anything about writing, I was a artist. I drank the rest of my water, and played with the straw.

" Nice drawing. " I jumped and spilled the cup of ice. I cursed under my breath as I stared to put the ice back in the cup. I turned to face a boy. He had russet and long black hair. His smile was cheesey but the he was still handsome.

"Thanks." I wiped off the table with a napkin. Some more boys came over.

"I'm guessing your new here." One of them said. He was biggest of them. "I'm Sam." He put out a hand. John got up and shook his hand.

"Hello. I'm John Donney. These are my kids, Mina and Shawn." John said. I smiled at the boys shyly.

"This is Jacob, Paul, Jared, Embry and Quil. We're from La push, the Indian reservation."

"Cool. Does it always rain like this?" Shawn asked. I didn't have the courage to make small talk with strangers.

"Yeah. It's very rare that we have sunny days." The one think named Jacob said. "I got to go you guys, Billy will kill me if I don't check in with him." They agreed with Jacob.

"Well, we're leaving. Maybe we will see you down at the beach." Sam said.

"Probably." John said . Shawn and John waved as they walked out the diner. I smiled shyly at Jacob, he smiled back. Jacob was handsome, I couldn't lie about that, but I barely even know him. To me, he was just the perfect stranger.

Thats it. There might be some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that. Anywho, I'll try to get the next chapter up as fast as I can. PLEASE REVIEW!!!! Give me some advice, tell me what I did wrong, anything. Please don't be harsh this is my first story. Thank a bunch!!!

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