It wasn't Heaven, it wasn't Hell. It was my own personal Purgatory. In my opinion it was worse than Hell. I was stuck here, it wasn't getting better and it wasn't getting worse. My name is Kate and I'm 17 years old and a senior in high school. My mother and I are moving to Forks, Washington. My father died in a car accident 5 months ago. He was never really around, so it wasn't to much of a change. We lived in California, my mom decided she wanted a change. "I'm sick of the smog sweetie. I want to live somewhere where we can breathe." So she decided on Forks, where it's covered under rainfall most of the year. I want a change, I really do, I was sick of the sun. But, I don't want to live somewhere it rains all the time.
We pulled up to our new house in silence. It was set back in the woods a bit, and it was fairly small. "Well, it's not like our old house, but it has a certain charm." my mom said. I nodded. We unloaded the car and went into the house. My mom turned to me, "Go on upstairs and pick your room." I smiled half-heartedly. "Thanks." I said. She hugged me, "I know you don't really like the rain, but I want you to be happy here." "I'm sure I will be."I turned and went up the stairs. I walked down the small hallway and looked into the room on the right. It was fairly big, but only had a few windows and a bathroom attached. I like looking outside a lot and from different views, I hoped the other room had more windows. I went across the hallway and looked in that room. It was smaller, but had a couple windows and double doors leading out onto a small balcony. I unlocked the doors and stepped out onto the balcony. I breathed deeply. It had the view of a small field and the forest. It was breath taking. I ran back downstairs "The room with the double doors." I said to my mom. She laughed "I knew you'd want that one. Your truck is out front." She said. My mom bought me a truck as a gift for being so cooperative with the move. A silver Dodge Ram 3500. I went outside and hopped in, the keys were in the ignition. I started it up. It sounded angry and hungry. "Awesome." I said. I went back inside and began un-packing my stuff. By nightfall my room was all set up. I flopped down onto my bed and sighed. I was starting Forks High School tomorrow. I sighed again, I rolled over and looked out the double doors and into the forest. I had always been an outgoing person, not afraid of adventure or to have fun and I had always loved sports. But, my life was empty. And the more I thought about it the more I realized how empty my life really was. I had no adventure or anything. I never really even had close friends to hang out with. I was sure this place would be no different.