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Everything was alright. It wasn't what I was used to, but after much pondering I figured out this is what my mother really wanted, and if she wanted it then I was alright with it too. To be honest, I think I needed a little break from my life in Texas and just start all over. Maybe I could be one of the popular girls in my new high school, and have lots of friends to hang out with. My friends back home were basically the nerds and even though I loved them, I never really got used to the idea of being ignored by everyone else.

It was all small and friendly here. Google had informed me that our new home, the little community of Fairholm, was the home of just about 500 people. Compared to the town closest to us, Forks, it was nothing. The only downside was the fact that I had to wake up early everyday to get to school. There was no High School in Fairholm, and therefore I would be going to school in Forks: The Home of the Spartans. Not that I had to worry, it was only the beginning of the summer.

Mom used to live in Forks before I was born, and I still couldn't understand why we couldn't have just moved over there if she liked it so much. We weren't even settled down yet and one of her old friends had already invited us over so that they could catch up. It was extremely nice seeing my mom as happy as she was now; ever since Dad she had been depressed and reluctant. His death was not easy on her, or me. After 3 years she had finally decided it was too much and so here we were, sitting on the new dining table as we ate sandwiches.

"Where are we going tomorrow, again?" I asked, taking a bite.
"Over to the Weber's, they invited us for a little tour" she explained. "They have a daughter about your age, maybe a little older"
I nodded my head, happy that I would at least know someone on my first day at school when vacations were over.

Half an hour later, I was wearing my pajamas and I turned my lamp on. Mr. Squiggles, my stuffed frog, lay on the bed next to me as I drifted off to sleep, as he had done for the previous 11 years. I could never sleep without him, and being in a new town was kind of scary. He was there to comfort me, as childish as that sounds. Not ten minutes later, my head was light and I was gone.

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The following morning I woke up at 10:00am and took a quick shower. Mom had left for the grocery store, according to her note, and I was left alone to eat cereal and walk around town until it was time to leave, at 4:00pm. There was really nothing to do there except hang out at the little community park, where I spotted some kids who looked around my age. One of the girls had even smiled at me as I walked by, and I had smiled back. She seemed nice enough, and I was planning on meeting her and see if she also went to Forks High.

When Mom had called me on my phone I wasn't far from home, and I walked, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere that Fairholm had. Mom quickly handed me my jacket and closed the door behind her, eager to get to her friend's house. We didn't even stop at the gas station, and Mom claimed she had filled the tank when she had gone to the store.

"You'll like Forks" she told me. "When I was about your age, it used to be a quiet little town. Nothing interesting ever happened there, except for the occasional crash or wild party"
"Do you think it's still like that?" I asked, worriedly. I didn't want to spend a boring day over there.
"Oh no! Mr. Weber assured me there was plenty to do now, and he said Angela would be more than happy to show you around"

Angela, I assumed, was the girl who my mom thought was my age.
I counted the minutes to see how long it would take for us to get to school every morning, and groaned when at minute 47 we finally saw the sign welcoming us to Forks.

The Weber's house was not far away from that, and as soon as Mom parked, the front door opened, letting a couple who looked around her age and two girls who looked around my age behind.
"Johanna!" the woman exclaimed, and both of them embraced in a hug. "It's been so long!"

"Hi, I'm Angela" one of the girls said. She was tall and had brown hair. She was smiling at me, and seeing she was (or seemed) nice, I did the same. The other girl gave me a small smile and also took at step forward, shaking my hand.

"Hi, I'm Caroline"
"Bella" she replied, her smile growing a little.
"So where do you want to go?" Angela asked, looking at me.
"Well, considering you're the locals here" I started, smiling. "I think you ought to choose a cool place"
Bella chuckled at the word "local" but Angela nodded.
"I think you're right, what do you say, Bella? Suggestions?"
"Why don't we go down to La Push and see if we spot any whales?" she advised quickly

I nodded my approval and Angela agreed with her. Not much later we were inside Bella's pickup truck and she was driving us to what they said was the prettiest beach around the place. Then, it started raining. Bella and Angela groaned.
"You guys, the rain's awesome!" I exclaimed, looking out the window.
Bella snorted.
"It won't be as awesome in a few months, when the thrill passes"