I peered tiredly out the window of the airplane to see vast expanses of green vegetation and frowned. However, I composed myself quickly. I had chosen this location myself, despite my parents' wishes and expectations; I wasn't going to back out now.

I couldn't suppress the smirk that ensued upon remembering that conversation at the table…

"Father, Georgiana," I addressed, looking at them as I said their names, respectively. "I wish to make it known to you that I plan to leave soon for a reprieve during the Christmas break." I was not asking.

Georgiana blinked. "Oh? Where do you plan on going?"

"Washington State," I answered vaguely.

Father chuckled. "I'm afraid there's nothing interesting there, Starlet." I got a hold of myself before I could let the ridiculous pet name get to me.

"Claire, Father," I corrected him, carefully keeping all traces of annoyance from my voice. My parents cast each other an amused look.

"Is this about Myles?" asked Georgiana. I stiffened.

"Myles is irrelevant. I merely need some time off from our busy lifestyle…"

"Please remember that we love you both very much." Father beamed as he gushed forth his sugar-coated falsehoods. "You shouldn't dislike him so much; he's your brother after all."

I sighed, realizing that there was no longer a discussion, and they were only going to keep up their attempts to make me soften my attitude towards him. I turned and threw over my shoulder coldly, "I'll see you in a month then."

I released my grip on the armrest of the plane seat and muttered to myself, "Imbeciles, the lot of them."

I plugged in a pair of headphones and twisted a lock of my layered, chin length, ash-blonde hair. My attire was simple: a pair of sleek black pants, under an untucked men's cobalt button up shirt, and a pair of brown penny loafers. I hadn't bothered to dress down; I wasn't going to stay long anyway, so fitting in with the local townsfolk seemed unnecessary. I wouldn't be doing much socializing anyway.

The plane landed, and I made my way from my first class seat to the exit. Once outside I flipped out a pair of Gucci sunglasses, though I didn't put them on. I furrowed my brow as I noticed the cloud coverage and checked my Rolex watch. A quarter after two in the afternoon. It was impossible to tell what time it was without a watch in a town perpetually cloudy such as Forks. Ah well, the inconvenience wouldn't kill me.

I collected my bags at the airport. A fairly small Coach suitcase, and a pet carrier containing my grey hairless cat, Jessie.

"Calm down, girl," I replied to her panicked howling. She stared up at me with wide blue eye and let out a smaller mew.

I rented a car on my way out of the airport; a silver Jaguar convertible, much like the one Father had gotten me when I'd gotten my permit. He'd gotten me about three more cars since then, and I was only sixteen. Well, seventeen this month. My birthday was on the 24th, Christmas Eve.

I hadn't actually arrived in Forks yet, as the town was too small to actually have an airport. So I drove an hour from the airport into the microscopic town and found a hotel that was entire stars below my standards, though it would suit my needs for a month.

I allowed Jessie to roam about the room and explore her surroundings, smirking to myself as she pawed my suitcase and mewed. She must have smelled the food I'd packed for her.



I grabbed her personalized dish and filled it with her favorite food. I had run tests on almost every brand of cat food on the market, and determined that this one was the most nutritious and life enhancing, while at the same time being flavorful. She mewed delightedly as she leaped soundlessly from the bed and began to eat. I knelt, scratching her hairless head and extremely large ears.

Jessie eventually stopped and curled up next to me, purring. For a rare moment I smiled, petting her skinny, fuzzy body and hearing her purr. I sat like this for some minutes before deciding that I should unpack and such.

I had brought little: some clothes, all of which were similar to my current outfit, personal hygiene products, pet supplies, my laptop. The essentials. I looked in the mirror and grabbed a comb, seeing that I was ruffled from my flight. I smoothed my hair, which was untidy and dull. I would need a shower.

My late older brother, Joseph, had often joked that I looked like Yuna from Final Fantasy, mostly because of my odd hair color that resembled a sort of grayish blonde. It always dried with the individual pieces flipped outwards, much like Yuna's hair as well. Joseph had always loved his video games.
My face was fair, eerily so, an attribute Myles pointed out to his friends at every chance he could get. I had the coldest blue eyes of the family. My eyes were my weapons; a well formed icy glare from me could cause a person to freeze where he stood.

I smirked to myself, an uninviting expression, and turned to shower.