Forks. So far all I can tell is that it is cold, wet, rainy, and dreary. I like it. A far cry from the sunny, happy, plastic home I have always known, Orange County. Not that I would give my mother even the slightest hint that I was remotely happy about the fact that she completely uprooted me for some guy she's been dating online for only five months. A guy she's never met in real life I might add. Of course, the chance to get out of the town where everyone knows her as the chick who got knocked up at 16 and then ditched by her narcissistic jock baby-daddy had a huge influence on the decision to move. And I, the now 16 year old bastard offspring of said teenage mother, wasn't hating the idea of ditching that town either. Still, I wanted Helen to believe I was extra broody about this whole starting over thing. Broodier than usual that is. I mean I am a champion brooder. Sometimes, I get tired of it, but I sort of feel an obligation to be this character I've created. Hmm... maybe I could be a whole new person here. Happy, cherry, popular Leni instead of loser, loner, always got her nose in a book Leni. Or not. I guess I haven't decided yet. I do have to admit it is kind of nice to have that option.
So, I am not so sure how I feel about this Charlie guy. He seems genuinely nice, kind of shy though. I have no idea what my mother has in common with him. He doesn't have bad taste in houses I will give him that. The house is small, well quaint is more like it. Not that mom and I ever needed much space. The bedroom that Charlie had decided was mine, as in he put all my things in there, was actually more like an attic. Which I thought was totally awesome, not that I let him know that. I thanked him with a shrug of my shoulders. Guess I am sticking with Broody Leni after all. So anyway, this Charlie guy is the chief of police here in this small town and I'm not sure how I feel about that. I'm pretty sure it means mom and I will be getting quite a bit more attention than I had intended. He does have a daughter that is only two years older than me. Hopefully no one expects us to be besties or anything like that. I just don't do besties. I don't really do friends for that matter, years of building up walls and all that. I have retreated to my room already, skipping any kind of dinner of course. Mom is used to that by now and hardly ever makes comments anymore. The room has lots of windows which probably would let in a lot of natural light, if this place wasn't so damn dreary. I guess I will have to give this whole move thing a chance, just don't tell anyone. At least my bed is already assembled, but lying here, it just doesn't feel like my bed at all. Forks. Well, let's see what you got for me.