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assonance-asphyxiation
Chapter One
Once upon a time, I had yearned for the sun's rays to shine on me, encircling me into a haven of warmth. I had longed for bright blue cloudless skies and mornings where I would awake to the hopeful light of the sun.
And now I absolutely loathe the prospect. I hate it with a passion - and it is ironic that hate is a strong word, yet I still feel it doesn't give my feelings any justice.
Living in Los Angeles, in the baking state of California changed my outlook not only on my weather preferences, but my life as a whole. The glamorous lifestyle, the tanned beauties, the muscled men and the show business are all simply a novelty; the attraction wears off as quick as it acquired. Every girl is a clone of the other - tall, slim, tanned and artificially beautiful.
Until the age of ten, I had lived in Forks, Washington - a small town where on average, it rained three hundred and fifty days a year. The rain I once used to despise, I had now grown to love. My father was the local Police Chief to the good citizens of Forks, while my mother basked in the joyhood of teaching at the local elementry school where the mother of every child knew her personally. Although, any news spread like wild fire in the metropolis, it had a homely feel to it.
Just after my tenth birthday, my father burst into our humble abode with excited eyes and a rather jumpy mood - which was as often as a flying cow. His euphoric aura was due to the promotion he was offered, requiring us to move to L.A for him to aid the county police force battle the rising crime. I couldn't have been happier, and my mother - she was over the moon. A big city, flashing lights and a certain buzz of stimulaton in the air. And not forgetting, better shops too.
That leads us back to my current four bedroomed detached house in suburban L.A. Tall, spacious, airy and white. I lived in a cul-de-sac where everyone knew each other, and it seemed like a recreation of Forks, except with better looking people and nicer houses. All the houses were closely knit, and there was negligible space between mine and my neighbour's house.
Which also brings us back to my problem at hand.
Unfortunately, we were suffering a heatwave. One that could probably outwarm the scorching deserts of the Middle East. The temperature soared to around one hundred and three degrees fahrenheit during the pinnacle of the day. The air was thick with humidity, causing bullets of sweat to accumulate at the nape of my neck, It pressed downwards, accounting for the constant suffocation which I had finally become accustomed to over the past two weeks.
As the major supermarkets saw a rise in demand for anti-perspirant, my mother resorted to cooling powder which she insisted I cover myself with every other hour since her and her best friend Esme came to a mutual agreement that cooling powder had countless advantages. Renee had also felt the need to yank open every window our humble abode housed, in order for us to cool down. Too bad, it only allowed another waft of fresh, steamy air to flow through.
Now, you must be wondering, what is so bad about opening the windows and the balcony door of my bedroom.
Edward Cullen.
