Prologe: Let's hit the restart button shall we?
I have counted to ten, tried to rationalize this situation (didn't work very well). I have screamed multiple times into many different pillows and sang every song on my iPod to try and release even a fraction of the pent up anger, anxiety and surprise that was a swirling cloud in my chest. I wasn't ready for this…not even remotely close. I wasn't ready to leave every familiar face, the hostile breath of New York, and my well earned status behind for some teeny tiny town called spoons or whisks or some type of kitchen utensil.
My world was shattered, how in the hell was I supposed to pick up (three days before school started) and move to the other side of the country. Answer, I would have to make new friends, figure out the social totem pole, climb it and rule. Sure I had family in there in city of rain, but I WANTED to keep my friends, my status and my city; not to mention my designer shops. It so wasn't fair. Every time I thought about how much I would miss everything about anything, I had a freak out.
My mother told me that everything would fall into place as soon as I claimed my place in the land of cutlery. I hoped she was right, though daddy wasn't thrilled with this so he put in his two cents, and told me that I was a Cullen and I shouldn't worry about anything. Bentley, on the other hand told me I was being over dramatic and that in no time I should be the slut of rainy day high. WTF! It was dramatic. My stable life was getting shaken, okay maybe it was a little dramatic.
Apparently the city of Forks is perfect for our family; limited sun, over-sized trees, thunderstorm nights, and overcast days. Both Emmett and Rosalie Cullen, my rents, went to high school there. Mom used to tell me stories about all the jealous wannabes who would start rumors and how she used to be cheerleader but my favorite one is how she and dad met it's so cute. Daddy didn't like that very much; he said she was turning me into a rancid version of her. So what did dad do he told about hunting trips with grandpa and my uncles. I remembered wanting to go with him so bad.
I have two siblings; Bentley and Delia. Bentley is so overzealous about moving it's creepy, he is just thinking about football try-outs and the hot girls. Can you spell P-I-G.? EWW! If this is how he is now I hope it doesn't get worse, though I shouldn't complain because since we are only five months apart; he is my rock, keeps me centered and holds my bags when shopping. Not to mention we "select" our three meals a day and rate people on their scent. Delia on the other hand was a class a bitch. She was like focused on her school work, hated partying, and loved making fun of how shallow I was. Thank god she was human. For now.
The only good thing I heard about Forks was that it was close to some beach. This would be perfect; since I was bronze all year round, thank you sergeant brazillan mother. Hopefully there would be hotter boys then the elite boys of the upper side. A boy that was ripped, muscular. The boys who looked delicious, wearing no shirt and low rise jeans. Scrumptious. Just thinking about it made my mouth water. And then I reality hit me. As I shook the thought from my head I mentally scorned myself for thinking just like my big brother Bentley.
I scanned my walls; empty. Looked inside my closet; bare. Everything was in our new house. It was happening, I couldn't stop it. I stared in silence as a tear ran down my cheek. "Harlowe, honey it's time to go" Bentley yelled up the stairs. I whipped the tear off my face and took one last look at my empty room. "Goodbye" I whispered. Who decided they got to play god and hit the restart button on my life.