Chapter 1: Who is he?
SPOV
He had golden green eyes; he was pale, but breathtakingly beautiful; and he shined in the moonlight. Who was he? I knew practically everyone in Forks. It was today that I had seen him, in the park. I was walking in the park, it was about ten and I had told my Grandpa, Charlie, that I was getting some groceries- I cook since he can even hold a spatula the right way. Of course Charlie had said not to go to the park late night, but I couldn't help it- what danger is there in Forks, getting tripped by a rock. I was with my friend Lucy that night- Lucy is my best friend, or shall I say my only friend. She's a Goth, and everybody thinks she's a freak, but I think she lights up this small neighborhood they call a town.
The next day…
"Hey Shuyler!" yelled someone behind me, which made me jump.
"O…hey" I mumbled
"What's wrong with you?" said the girl with black lipstick
"I-I-I'm just a little jumpy, after that incident at the park" I stuttered
"Oh…well I don't know what you're afraid of" she said "any way lets go I've got to tell you about that guy we saw, I know something about him."
"Yeah" I said weakly.
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LPOV
I got into my black convertible which I got for my birthday. Oh, how much I loved the black leather seats. I put on some music and we drove off.
On the way home I noticed that Shuyler was a little too quiet, which made me worry because she was the one always blabbing on and on, while I increased the volume on the CD.
"What's wrong?" I asked
"Nothing…really" she replied
"Are you sure?" I said
"Yeah…positive" she smiled
I sighed. There was nothing to make her talk; she was as stubborn as a mule. HAHA…mule.
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SPOV
We turned into the lane which led to the field of forest green trees. It was like a jungle when driving up to Lucy's house.
We drove up the lane till we came to a beautiful wooden house that was painted white. Lucy's house was huge, when you went inside your breath was taken away. It was stunning.
Lucy's room was upstairs, the last room. EVERYTHING was black. Her bed, bed sheets, wallpaper, desk, chairs, and a little black sofa which was left by the previous owner. The only thing that wasn't black was the carpet, which was a gold color.
"So, what's up?" I asked. I had been wondering what Lucy wanted to talk about on the ride here. I had never seen the guy before, and trust me I knew EVERYONE in Forks, it was actually hard not at a place as small as this one. He was mysterious and I wanted to know more about him.
"Ok" Lucy said "he and his family are new here, they came straight from Romania"
"Oh, so he's related to Dracula, Lucy you must be interested" I said sarcastically.
"Haha, very funny" Lucy retorted
"Anyway, so what about him?" I asked
"Well…he and his family said something about wanting to see the Cullen's" she squeaked. She knows that I didn't like to talk about my father's family a lot, but it wasn't her fault, I hated my father.
"It's ok" I mumbled
"Yeah, well that's all" she whispered
"Well, ummm…..I better get home, my Grandpa's probably waiting….bye" I said and waved goodbye.
I went outside and found my red truck parked exactly where I had in the morning; well it was actually my mother's car. All I can say was that it was old.
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"Charlie!" I called for my grandpa when I got home
No answer
"Grandpa!" I called again, maybe he would respond to that
"What the fuck" I thought
He's never so quiet, only when he's watching a game or if Jacob's over-my mother's friend, who by the way looks very young for his age of 30.
"Ye-" I heard, "It would be go-"the voices were coming from the kitchen.
I walked into the kitchen and saw Charlie talking to a beautiful girl. She had short spiky hair, and a pixie face, and she had a big grin on her face.
"It's so good to finally meet my niece!" she squealed.
Niece?