The clouds drifted by the window as I tried to sort out my thoughts. Why was I moving to Forks, Washington? Oh yeah, my mother decided to remarry and move to Europe. I'd love nothing more than to live in Europe, but I thought it best to finish school in the States, so now I'm moving in with my father Charlie, the local sheriff.
Great.
I barely knew my father, he'd left when I was two because my mother was incapable of providing and managing the money for the family. She seemed to do fine now, I guess she'd gotten better over the years.
Moving from Phoenix, Arizona I was very skeptical about the small town life of Forks. Not that I'd been very popular back home, it was the exact opposite. It was that I'd grown up immersed in the Theatre, and I knew most small town High Schools didn't have much of that.
"Err, Miss?" Someone was tugging on my shoulder, and I realized I'd fallen asleep. I blinked open, it was the stewardess. "Miss, we're landing in a few minutes, please return your chair to the upright position."
"Alright, thanks." I croaked, and fixed the seat. When i looked out of the window over the Olympic Peninsula, i groaned. I could see a major storm coming in. I hoped Charlie wasn't late, I wanted to get there as quick as possible. It was an hour or so from Port Angeles to Forks and I wasn't really looking forward to the awkward drive to Charlie's house.
From what I gathered from my mother, he was a nice man but never really had much to say. That suited me fine, I mostly kept to myself anyway.
As soon as I'd gotten my luggage, I went and sat in the receiving area and turned my phone on. No messages. Well, maybe he got stuck in traffic. That's ok I wasn't in a hurry.
While I waited, I grabbed dinner and pulled out my poor Jane Austen collection. I'd read them so many times the bindings were almost non-existent. Reading generally is a good way to pass the time for me because I get lost in the story. I couldn't let myself get in too deep here, so i set my phone to go off in thirty minutes. That should be a long enough time for traffic.
If felt like I'd blinked and my phone was going off and still no Charlie. I tried not to think he'd forgotten about me because my mother had just spoken to him this morning and he seemed excited. Maybe something happened in Forks and he needed to be there. That seemed reasonable.
But he would have called...wouldn't he?
I grabbed my cell phone in a sudden bout of panic and pushed his speed dial. This didn't feel right, It wasn't ringing. I quickly hung up and tried again, nothing. I closed my phone and looked around me as the sudden weight of my situation hit me with full force. I didn't have his address so I couldn't grab a taxi there, I was stuck here.
I looked around me again and noticed a little advertisement on the wall in front of me.
"Can't find that number? Dial 411 and tell the operator who you're trying to call"