The pounding of the never ending rain startled me awake at 4 am. I had just arrived in Forks, Washington and hadn't found the time to unpack yet. I decided I wasn't going to get anymore sleep, so I got up and started to get ready. I lived with my dad, who moved us here after divorcing from my mom. He was devastated by the separation, me, however? Not so much.

My parents were never home anyway and nothing's changed now that we moved. Our second day here and dad's already found an excuse to be gone. He works long hours and, often, out of state. I think he said he was somewhere near Kansas by now. I would have the house to myself for at least a month, most likely two, before he would be back to "check up on me".

Back home, I danced. I've danced all my life, this will be the first time that I haven't been at a studio every day of the week. My dad's happy about it though, he never approved of dancing, claiming that it was a waste of time.

I tied my newly died, black hair into a side braid and stuck in a white headband. I threw on my cut off gray sweats, a deep blue v-neck, and my gray uggs and headed down to the kitchen.

My room was on the second floor and my dad's was on the first. I had the whole second floor to myself. There was a library, my room, a spare room that often wasn't needed, a gym, and my own personal bathroom. My room was red, black and white. I had a decent sized closet, but I mostly just used it for sweats and t-shirts.

When I got downstairs, I grabbed a granola bar and went to lock the door. It was about 7:00 now and I figured I might as well head out. School started in about 15 minutes. After I locked the

door, I hopped in my old beat up blue truck and started the drive to school. It wasn't hard to find and it only took about 5 minutes to get there. I saw many groups hanging out and talking in

the parking lot. The rain had stopped and it was warming up slightly and many people were in shorts.

I made my way to the front office and got all the things I would need, then headed to my locker, which was just around the corner. There was a large group standing a little down the hall
from my locker, 6 guys and 3 girls. 2 of the 3 girls were hanging all over the guys and, honestly, I found it to be pathetic. One of them, the one that wasn't all over the guys, was

beautiful. She was tall and blonde and had a perfect figure. Most of the guys were gorgeous also. I could understand why the girls seemed so infatuated.

Just as I was closing my locker, the warning bell rang, signaling that I had five minutes to get to class. I stood watching them for a minute, talking and laughing before I decided I should attempt to find my first class of the day, something I wasn't looking forward to.

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