A Strange Place Known As Forks
Prologue
It's strange, the feeling of being new. I really don't want to be here. I mean, what real reason do I have to stay? I really don't want to be with Renee right after the honeymoon. Sure, she's my mom, but I'm not stupid. Besides, I don't know if I can tolerate the lovey-dovey stuff they do. It was enough before they were married, but now. . . it's pretty much unbearable, so I left. I left Phoenix for cold, wet, rainy Forks. The sun is gone and now I have to live in a life of gray.
I already expect nothing to happen, I'm completely aware of the fact that nothing exciting will ever happen in Forks. I mean, it's a tiny city that no one has ever heard of. I don't expect much. In fact, I hope nothing happens. It's weird because most people my age crave for that attention: the gossip, the love life, all of that excitement that comes with high school. But in all honesty, nothing like that has ever happened to me, and there's probably a reason for that. And the reason is I act like I'm forty. Or so Renee tells me. But someone has to be the adult, especially when it comes to Mom. She's . . . eccentric, is the only way I can put it. But with a mother who acts like a teenager, the teenager must act like the adult. It makes sense.
But a small part of me, a tiny part of me screams for a large number of friends, drama, a large phone bill for excessive and unnecessary gossip, and a boyfriend. But like that's going to happen in little old Forks.