Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Twilight characters only my family. Though I wish I owned them.
Everything was green. I wasn't used to it, I was used to the crowded streets, loud noises, and only seeing green when I walked through a park. I looked down at my Ipod and turned the volume up to block out my mom and sister fighting. Again. They've been fighting ever since we got off the plane in Seattle. Like always my dad was trying to break it up and I was silent.
I haven't talked since the wreak, which was over two months ago. I don't blame Celia at all. After all she is my twin. I turned my head to look back out the window. More green than a sign. "Welcome to Forks." 'Finally' I thought and sighed as we made our way through Forks.
Dad finally stopped the car in front of a two story house. It looked old and dreary. The brown shutters were in need of a replacement, and the house itself needed painted. The lawn was overgrown a bit, but other than that it seemed nice.
"It's in need of some tender, love and care," Marcia, my mom said happily jumping out of the car her brown hair swaying as she bounced around. I turned off the music, wrapped the earphones around the Ipod and got out of the car placing the Ipod in my hoodie.
"I'll say," Celia said climbing out next to me a box in her arms. My blue eyes ran over the house and the land again. I looked around and noticed we had no neighbors.
"Come on City, grab a box and lets hurry to get the best rooms," Celia said shooting me a smile and hurrying after mom, who had already opened the front door and already wondering around inside.
I turned and grabbed a box from the car and hurried after her. Once I entered the house, I scrunched up my nose at the smell. It smelled as though nobody had lived here in a long time. I walked more into the house, well hallway. I walked quietly down the hallway, and into the kitchen. I placed the box I held on the counter. I looked around the kitchen, the wallpaper was faded with age, and the hardwood floor needed a good scrub, than a wax.
I took one last look and walked into the living room. I didn't stay long in the room before I was up the stairs and in a long was skipping towards me with a large smile on her face. She stopped in front of me, grabbed my arm and dragged me down the hall and into a room. The room was big, and had a hardwood floor. The walls were a faded blue and Celia looked excited. I smiled and walked out into the hallway and opened the door across the hall.
Like the rest of the house, the hardwood floor was faded, along with the walls. There was a bay window on the other side of the room. I smiled widely and ran to the window. The view was great. Trees after trees, but still very pretty. I turned and walked out of the room and went to help getting the rest of the boxes out of the car.
I grabbed the last box and shut the trunk, turned around, and hurried to the front door. I shifted the box and closed the door behind me. I walked down the hall and into the kitchen where the rest were. I smiled at them and put the box on the ground .
"Well go into town tomorrow to get paint for your rooms," Roy, my dad said as he turned his brown eyes on Celia and I.
"Also tomorrow, the moving truck will arrive with the rest of the stuff." Mom added as Dad wrapped his arms around her. I nodded, grabbed a box with my name on it and walked to my new room. I put the box with the rest in a corner. I pulled out a blanket and pillow from a box and laid them on the ground. I looked out the window one last time to see the sun setting before I laid down myself and fell asleep.
I groaned as I rolled over on the hard floor. I kicked the blankets off me my eyes still closed. I opened my eyes and blinked the sleep away. I yawned as I stood up. I raised my arms over my head and stretched. As I finished stretching I scoped the blanket up and began folding it. I then put it on top of one of the boxes in the corner; I then grabbed the pillow and put it on top of the blanket. I search around the boxes till I found some old clothes, and my bathroom bag. I yawned again as I stepped out into the hallway. I turned toward the rest of the hallway and quietly made my way down the hall.
I looked in every room finding another bedroom this one with sleeping parents, a closet and finally a bathroom. I stepped in the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. The bathroom wasn't all big. The wallpaper was peeling with age, but the toilet, sink, and bathtub/shower were new. I sat my clothes on the toilet, and my toiletries on the tubs side. I turned on the shower, quickly undressed and jumped in the shower. I enjoyed the warm water as it flowed down my body, but I knew I couldn't stay in shower long as the moving truck could arrive any minute. I quickly washed up and hopped out of the shower to get dressed.
I fastened the buckle on my pants, picked up my stuff, and returned to my room. I put my stuff in the corner and left the room. I sighed as I heard Celia complaining in the kitchen as I walked through the living room and into the kitchen. My parents were standing over water filled buckets, with rags in their hands. They all looked up as I entered the room.
"Good Morning, darling," Mom said smiling at me. I smiled at her. A look of disappointment crossed her face, the suddenly vanished replaced by a look of excitement. Dad handed me a bucket, and a rag. Confusion must have crossed my face cause he began explaining.
"We need to clean the floors and walls before the moving truck gets here." I nodded and walked back upstairs, and made my wall back to my room. I placed the bucket on the ground, got on my hands and knees and started scrubbing the floor.
The sun was high in the sky when I finished scrubbing the floor and washing down the walls. I wiped my forehead, grabbed the bucket, rag and stumbled down the hall, down the stairs, through the living room, and into the kitchen.
"Finished?" I heard Celia ask as she walked into the kitchen after me. I nodded.
"Mom and Dad just left to get the paint for our rooms." she said as she dumped her bucket of water down the kitchen sink, and I followed. I rubbed my hands together and looked out the kitchen window.
An hour later the rooms were painted, and being aired out with the windows open. I groaned silently as I heard Mom and Celia start fighting again.
"Felicity?" I heard as I sat down on the stairway. I looked behind me to see my dad looking at me with his brown eyes. I scooted over and patted the space beside me. I felt him sit down. I looked at him my blue eyes boring into his eyes.
"When are you going to start talking again?" he bluntly asked. I looked away from him and shrugged my shoulders. I felt him put his arm around my shoulders and pull me into a hug. I wanted to cry so hard and tell him, but I was afraid. I hugged him back tight, my head on his chest.
"Roy, Felicity, the moving truck is here!" Mom yelled from the hallway. I pulled away from dad and smiled at him. I jumped up and pulled him with me, as I jogged down the stairs, and into the hallway.