Chapter One
Destination: Forks, Washington
It's been five years since my mom died. My dad took off not long after that. He claimed he wanted "to see more of the world", but I knew why he really left. It was hard for him to be around all the things that had a connection to her. That could remind him of her in any way. Basically, he was running away from me.
I have been told countless times since I was very young how similar my mother and I were.
I inherited her long, jet black hair, her large dark brown eyes, her tan Quileute skin shade, and her lack of height (I stand at about five feet.)
My parents had both originally come from Washington. My dad from Forks, and my mom from La Push, the reservation near there. I was also born in Washington. Port Angeles to be precise.
When I was one year old, my parents moved us to England where I've lived ever since - heading back to Washington every Christmas holiday and every second summer to visit my family.
Though, like I said, it's been five years since my mom passed, so it stands to reason, that neither me nor my dad (to my knowledge) have been to Washington since. But, it's Christmastime. And I have no intentions of spending it alone. Since my dad is missing in action, I'm doing the next best thing.
I'm going to Forks to spend the holidays with my Uncle Jasper and Aunt Alice.
Thoughts?