Prologue
Forks, Washington. A small town where everyone knows everyone. And everyone thinks they know every thing about everyone.
The town its self has beautiful scenery, but it was too green. Everything in Forks was covered in green: the trees, their trunks, the grass, mud, and some times, you could swear even the air was green. Weather-wise, it was cold and wet. In Forks it rained close to everyday it was not below freezing. Due to the weather and location in the Olympic Peninsula, one of the most sunless places in the world, the sky was always gray. Seeing the sun in Forks was like trying to find a needle in a haystack.
Of course it was beautiful to most, and seemed peaceful, but beneath it all lied secrets. Not secrets you'd expect either. Not the simple gossip of who's going out with who or the occasional 'oh my god she said that?!'
No.
Never what you'd expect.
At least, not in Forks anyways.
Prologues done. More to come. Please review. kthnxbai