Chapter 1: Welcome to Forks
My Name is Carlie Frost. I am 16 or seventeen years old. and i have very pale skin and long blonde hair. i usualy wear bright and pastel coloured clothes. i love stores like American Apparel and Garage. but not today becuse my father has forced me to move with him to a small town in washington called "Forks" in "Washington D.C." so today i wore all dark and black. we pulled up to the long drive way of our new house (mom died so thats why we had to move away) my dad's mistress, Gloria, greeted us at the door. (i always hated her, she was a bitch). "What the fuck!" i sad as i looked at the house that was much much much smaller then the house we just moved from in beverly hills. "It's okay" Gloria said with her whore tongue "you'll get used to it, i even moved all my stuff into the guest bedroom your father and i will stay there and you can have the master bedroom." "thanks" i said half heartedly as i hated her and bet the room wood still be small any way. "Well you should be off to school soon" my father said as i started unpacking upstairs in my new school. "I can't go to school like this!" I screamed at him "I look like a fucking freak." "Well why don't you change into something else if you dont want to go looking like that." he tryed to console me. "Here" he said handing me a white lacey dress. "what is this?" i asked my eyes still red from crying. "It was your mothers" he said "she wanted me to give you it when she died for you to wear at your first day in your new school." I hugged him and took the dress. I tryed it on (after he left the room ofc!) and it fit my size 0 body perfectly. I looked at my self in my tall full door length mirror and relised how much i looked like my mom, she was the most beautiful woman i ever seen with long blonde hair like mine and pale skin but my eyes were a vibrant blue and hers were just plane brown. then i noticed it, i starred at it in the mirror as i gasped... blood!
The blood was dripping down from the neckline of the dress. I ripped it off of my body and threw it to the floor the dress had turned from a beautiful lacey white to a stained red. I started grabbing at my neck where the blood had begun to apear on the dress. but when i looked at my hands there was no blood. my reflection also apeared compleatly fine. I began to cry again, now out of fear as oposed to sadness like before. I slowly rolled my eyes down to the dress on the floor it was... white. perfectly white. not one drop of blood. I picked it up and held it to my face as i screamed and cried into it. what was happening to me?