I sighed, this is it. My new life. I stared at the smallish in front of me. It wasn't ugly or dirty,
but the sight of it still made me want to cry. I used to come here for nearly every school
holiday, the house was nice I guess, small but select, you could say, and I loved seeing my
dad. I just hated Forks. And I mean I hated it: I hated the awful weather, I hated feeling
cramped in such a small town, I hated the lame shops and I hated the way everyone looked
at me. The chief of police's gay son.
He stopped being so eager for me to visit when I was fourteen anyway, so I didn't have to
see the look on his face when he came into my room and saw a bunch of topless male
celebrities. I'd barely seen him in three years and he still looked at me like I was some sort of
alien. Just like Phil, just like all of them. I think my family would've been happier if I'd turned
into some sort of criminal.
He nodded at me, "you've grown since I last saw you." His gruff voice was in some way a
comfort, I just wanted to grab onto him, but I knew that wasn't really going to happen.
I smiled, "I think I'm kinda short."
He gave me a hesitant pat on the shoulder, "no help from either me or Renee there."
I nodded, "I'm gonna go unpack."
"'Kay. By the way, I changed your duvet since you last visited.?"
I frowned, "what was wrong with the last ones?"
Charlie looked at me, "you've grown quite a bit since you were fourteen, Bray. Blue's good,
right?"
I sighed, "yeah. Blue is good."