Chapter one- Folgers can:
I have read some Twilight fan fiction lately and i decided it was time for my story. I am eager to tell you that the Twilight stories are true, though most names have been altered in the books. I will use the names from the books so as to keep their true identities concealed upon thier wishes.
It was late June 2017 after my senior year was over and i packed up to move to a small town on the northern west coast. This tiny town called Forks had drawn my interest since 2008 when i read Stephinie Meyer's genious stories. After countless delays and flight changes i made it to Seattle. I reluctantly paid for an overpriced cab to drive me to where they were holding the junk car i bought on the plane. When we got there i saw the two door 2007 gray rusted pick up. I hopped into the worn bench seats and filled up the tank. I was off to Forks. The trick drove way better than I thought it would and i was pleased that they sold it to me for so cheap. The salesman looked worried whn he gave me the keys but i guess i had the magic touch. He asked why i didnt want a newer car and i told him i was old school. Okay to be honest i gave up on new technology. I hadn't had a technological advance since I was 13. Yeah... That means 2012. I got the Iphone 4 when i was 13 and i still have it. I pretty much had to get on my knees and beg the people at Apple when i broke my phone beyond repair to find another of the same model to replace it. Yeah i kind of gave up when i got my first car and it happened to be one from the junk yard. We got it sort of fixed up and it drove like a beauty until my stupid friend Derrick drove it into a barbed wire fence and i was responsible for buying my next car. The point of that is i trust older cars. I am a major clutz and i have a small attention span so i am much better with an automatic which thankfully described my new old truck. After what seemed like no time at all, i arrived in Forks. I stopped at a quaint diner and took a small booth. There was a soft tinkling of music in the background and the towns people were mumbling. A short skinny women with mad curly brown hair started over to me. "May i take your order?" She asked with a slight southern twang. "I'll just have water and a coffee please." I was tempted to order a grilled cheese. Maybe i would satisfy my guilty pleasure later. "Creamer?" She absently asked. "Yes please." I smiled. "Im sorry to pry but i havent seen you here before. Are you new here or just visiting?" She grinned. "I just moved here today and i'm going to check out my house after this." "Oh well good luck with that." "Thanks" i smiled again. "What's your name?" She proudly asked. "Abby" "Well Abby, welcome to Forks." She smiled an walked away.
While i was drinking my coffee i looked to the corner and was struck with giddyness when I saw the sheriff eating apple cobbler. Oh Stephanie Meyer sure got it to a point! I payed my check and left a generous tip and left searching for the address i had memorized. When I found the street, i drove down to the very end and found the key under the frog statue just as the owner said and took a breath of the fresh air seeping out of the wet forest to my right. I opened the door to find a fully furnished two story, two bedroom, one bathroom house. I dropped my 3 suitcases on the sofa and kicked the door closed. It would be strange living alone for once but i think i would learn to enjoy it. I grabbed my suitcases and began to fill the closet in the larger, room upstairs. Man it was quiet. Maybe i should get a dog... Or maybe a cat. I love puppies and kitties. I better get a job first. Yeah, okay, a job, that's definantly top priority. Maybe the Newton's hiking gear store was hiring. Oh Abby! Seriously! This is the real world! Get it together! You are not in fantasy land! You do not live in a book! Ok calm down. Just find a job. No big deal. As I put the last few garments in drawers, i decided that i needed to find a secure spot for my savings that i had left. I grabbed an old folgers can and stuffed my cash in it after counting it. $600, man i was a good saver in high school! I put it under a stack of summer clothes on the top shelf of my closet. Yay! It was perfectly conceald. Okay so next on the to do list? Kitchen. I looked in the pantry to find a box of angel hair pasta and a jar of Ragu spaghetti sauce. I looked in the fridge and found a 12 pack bottles of water with a note.
Dear Abby,
To save money, we have the A/C, water, gas, and electricity turned off. Please call me at this number as soon as you get here. 360-***-****
-nicholas
I grabbed my phone off the table and dialed the number. I told him i needed everything turned on and he said it wouldnt be until tomorrow at 3:00 until it would all be tirned on. He remined me to call if there were any problems even though i bought the house all in one payment and he was no longer my landlord. We hung up and i decided to take a trip to the store. When i got there, i got as many things that didnt need to be cooked as possible. I even snuck in a box of Chewy Chips A'hoy cookies as a welcome gift to myself. When i got back home i noticed the same police cruiser from the diner in the driveway two houses down. I bit my lip holding in the giddy laughter until i got inside, unable to control myself. I calmed down and stocked the pantry while grabbing a couple cookies and a bottle of water. I plopped down onto the cushiony sofa and flipped on the medium sized old television. There was seriously like nothing on so i left it on a low volume on a baseball game between two teams i didnt care for. After the seventh inning i made a peanutbutter sandwich and decided to explore my new home. I took my rickedy truck around behind the diner and drove past the high school and the hospital. I was tempted to waltz in an ask to see Dr. Cullen but i decided not to make a fool of myself.