For those who are reading my Little Vampire story, don't worry, I'm typing up that chapter as it is, and I haven't forgotten the story.
When I was first told I would be moving to Forks, Washington, I was enthusiastic. I have always wanted to experience the life in a small town since I've never lived outside of sunny California. I quickly associated the move with all those movies about a big city girl moving to a small town and finding their country sweetheart. I was hoping for a small town guy of my own, away from these California pigs called boys.
"I can't believe you are moving!" Emma, my long-time best friend, cried out as we walked along the sandy coast, her long, shiny black hair bounced against her naturally sun kissed skin from years of surfing. "You are leaving me alone with these…these… bleach blonde crazy girls!" Her arms waved wildly as she skipped ahead of me, dramatically flinging her surfboard around.
"Oh, you will be fine!" I giggled, the conception of all California girls being air-headed, blonde bimbos, with abnormal large boobs and small waist lines was Hollywood at its best. "You'll just miss your surfing bud! No one else can save you from the sharks like I do!" I grinned patting my lime-green surfboard.
"It was ONE time!" Emma hollered stomping her feet in the wet sand, "I didn't hear the siren!" Emma's eyes glanced towards the scars on my left leg then to my right arm before meeting my eyes.
I busted up laughing, ignoring her stare, as we both waded into the ice cold and gray-murky Pacific waters, "I know but I still saved you from that shark."
The incident was last summer: A regular, sun-shining day, and a normal day in California. The beach was crowded with tourist and locals: sunbathing, building sand castles, boogie boarding, and surfing. I had just come into shore because I had gotten knocked off my board from a gnarly wave. It wasn't even two seconds after I crawled on to the shore when the siren sounded and beach-goers began to panicking and screaming, "SHARKS!".
Parents rushed into the waters to pull out their small children, adults fought against the push and pull of the waves to get onto shore, and those surfers and boogie boarders who heard the siren, paddled as fast as they could to shore. Except one. Emma. I called out for her but she was too absorbed in the excitement of the surf to hear the siren or the screams of the people.
I began paddling out to her, ignoring the protest of the crowd and the lifeguards. I was at least ten feet away from her when the shark attacked her board—thinking he was attacking a fat seal. She was knocked off her board and dragged under. Her head bobbled above the surface a few times before spotting me.
"Get on!" I screamed as I approached her, grabbing her arm trying to pull her on my board. That's when the sea-beast attacked again and this time he got a snack. Me. His sharp teeth locked around my calf and pulled me off my board and back into the water. I felt Emma try to grab at my arm, but failed. The shark's serrated teeth grinded down my calf before letting go at my foot. I quickly began to swim to the surface to get back on my board and away from the predator but I failed. The shark swam around before attacking again-this time he attached his jagged teeth on my right arm.
His teeth shredded the skin and muscle on my arm as I tried not to scream out in pain. I punched the beast in the nose, which caused him to let go of my arm abruptly. I ignored the hot, searing pain in my leg and arm and pushed towards the surface again.
"Aurora!" Emma shrieked my name. I felt Emma grab me and heave me on to my board, "Oh my god! You're bleeding…your arm!" She screamed as the rescue boat came around, circling us. I blacked out.
I woke up in a hospital, the smell of sterilizing cleaners burning my nose. My arm and leg wrapped in white cloth-like bandages.
"Aurora! Pay attention!" I got a face full of water from Emma.
I coughed and wiped my face, "I was!"
"Then what did I say!" Emma glared at me.
"Uh, shark." I coughed again, glancing up at her.
Her face fell, "No."
"Well, just so you know!" I grinned, "I don't hate you for nearly feeding me to a shark"
She didn't laugh, just looked at me with a sad, pathetic look in her eyes. "I nearly killed you!"
"Emma, I would do the same thing again in a heartbeat. Don't stress about it. You are family to me." I hugged her, "Now, can we please get some surf in before I leave tomorrow?"
She smiled and nodded.
"Wake up, Shark Bait!"
I grunted and rolled over and covered the blanket over my face.
"Sleeping Beauty!" The blanket was pulled off of my face. Cold-bitter air engulfed me as I scowled at my sister
"I don't want too!" I growled and reached for the blankets again.
My sister grinned and pulled my blankets out of the way. "Too bad! You leave in an hour!" She helped me up and off of the air mattress.
"Ow!" I grunted before falling to the floor. "Aurora!" My sister grabbed my arms, "It is your scar?"
I nodded; my eyes squeezed shut from the pain as I bit back the screams that were wrestling to be let out. "Let me get Mom!" My sister rushed to get up. "No!" I gasped, "I'm fine!" I wheezed again.
Molly looked at me, "Are you sure?"
I grimaced, "Yeah!" I started to get up and walk around, "No problems! See!" I did a quick twirl to prove my point.
She nodded then walked out of the room. My sister, Molly, use to live with us. She's 25 and still in college but she didn't want to move. She moved in with her boyfriend, whom she's been dating for a year now, instead to be able to live a normal life here. I was sad that she wasn't moving with us, but she couldn't uproot her life.
I walked to the bathroom and combed out my bed head. I stared at myself for a few minutes, making random faces to wake myself up. My long brown hair fell down to my waist and was parted evenly down my face, a normal beach look. My light hazel eyes were standing out more because of the redness that was surrounded my eyes from being recently woken up.
"Agh!" I sighed before throwing my hair into a messy bun to wash my face.
"Shark Bait," Dad called out for me, "Here, drink this." He came around into the bathroom.
"Huh?" I looked up, one eye closed, still bent over the sink with a wet, soapy face, "Oh!" I sighed with greed, "Energy drink!" I started to splash water into my face, "Thank you!" I breathed out and dried off my face.
He laughed and walked back into the living room. Most of my items were packed away into my car or the moving van that was attached to my dad's truck. I only had a small suitcase full of the things I was wearing, what I will wear and make up.
I quickly put my foundation on and put mascara on my eyelashes before changing into a strapless sundress.
"Aurora?" A small voice squeaked out.
"Em?" I turned around and saw a red face Emma who looked like she hadn't slept at all.
"I…brought you this!" She began to cry and handed me a small box.
I hugged her and open the box: it was a shark tooth necklace; a common piece wore and bought in California. I laughed, "A common bauble necklace?" I joked. I was shocked she got me a shark tooth of all things.
"No!" She sniffed, wiping her face, "It's from the shark that attacked us! It was embedded in your leg when they brought you to the emergency room. They gave it to me," She began to bawl, "I had it made into a necklace!"
"Oh, Emma!" I began to cry and I hugged her, "I love it!" I put it on and hugged her again.
"Aurora! We it's time to leave!" My dad yelled from the living room.
"Don't forget me!" Emma blubbered.
"Never!" I sobbed as we walked to my car together.
"Ready?" My dad yelled from his truck that was already started up.
"Yeah!" I cried back and climbed into my car as Emma retreaded to her own car. I started my car and follow my dad's truck to Forks, Washington, where I would start a new life.
It was a twenty-one-hour drive from where we once lived and we drove straight through. We had stopped to get gas and quick meals. I was running on sugary energy drinks that I collected during the breaks. I was kept awake by the cold air that flowed in from my open windows.
We got to our new house about three in the morning. I parked my car in the front, whereas, Dad just parked his truck in the back. I groaned as I stepped out of my car and stretched my cramped legs from the long drive ignoring the throbbing pain in my arm and leg.
I saw the lights flicker on in the house and I made my way to the porch as Dad opened the door for me.
"Welcome home, sweetheart!" He said cheerfully, walking down the steps to grab the bags I left in my car, "We don't have beds yet so we will be sleeping in sleeping bags."
I grunted and moved to look at the inside of the new house: the living room was spacious; I could catch a glimpse of the kitchen through the small archway. I walked to a hallway that had stairs the led upstairs and two doors. I opened the closest one, which was a bathroom. I moved to open the other door and it was a bedroom. I yawned and walked upstairs; I saw three doors, two together and one at the far end, which I assumed was the master bedroom. I open the one of two doors closest together and realized it was my room. It was smaller then my room back home, but it had a balcony and the room next to mine was a bathroom. It was connect to my room and the hallway.
"Here, Shark Bait." Dad smiled and handed me a pillow and a sleeping bag, "Sleep tight!" He made his way across to the back room; which I had assumed right, it was the master bedroom.
I dragged the sleeping bag out and unrolled it. I yawned as I crawled into the warmth of the blankets and was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
"Aurora, wake up." I shot up, glaring blindly at my mother.
"What?" I grunted and began to rub my eyes viscously
"The movers are going to be here to help us unpack and I don't want you in the way…go do your thing…else where." She huffed before walking out.
I looked around my room and realized it had been painted a light green from the previous owner. "Not bad." I grunted again before crawling over to my suitcase and pulling out my swimsuit and wet suit, if she wanted me gone for hours, then I would be. I quickly changed into my bikini and stepped into my wet suit, letting it hang at my waist.
I dug around before pulling out a backpack and piled shorts, sundress, and other necessaries in the pack. I pulled the backpack on and walked down stairs, signaling that I was leaving. I walked out and saw people where pulling in to help carry the boxes in. I climbed into my car and began to drive away, music playing quietly as I made my way to First Beach.
Technically, First Beach was in a town called La Push, but it didn't make much of a difference for me. The beach was a half hour away from my house and Dad's new boss said the kids from Forks go surfing there.
When I got there, no one was around and the waves were great. I checked the time: 12:41, I grinned as I pulled my board of from the top of my car and began to make my way to the water. I waded in; trying to adjust to the water because it was far colder then the waters back in California.
After I few minutes I manage to adjust to the temperature change and swam towards the waves so I could ride.
I didn't have a clue how long I was out there, but when I look to shore I saw a two groups looking at towards me. I could tell some of them had boards and were planning on coming out, so why hadn't they?
I grunted and began to swim to shore, suddenly feeling self-conscious about surfing. I tried to tell myself it was because my arms were numb since my wetsuit was a short sleeve wetsuit, not the normal long sleeved.
When I got on shore both groups stared at me. I kept my eyes forwards and pulled my board to carry it over my head.
"Hey!" A voice called out to me as I pushed my board into my car.
"Hey!" The voice called again as I pulled off my wetsuit so I was only in my bikini.
"Wait, don't leave! How did you do that?" A blonde haired boy was standing next to me, his blue eyes glancing at my arm before looking at my face.
I laughed and grabbed my shorts and put them on, "Surf? That's easy. Get a board and try to stay on!"
"Can you help me? I mean us? My friends and I?" He blabbered on, "I'm Mike, by the way!"
"Aurora." I said quietly before sighing and agreeing, might as well make friends, "Well, am I going to help or not?" I grinned as I took my board off from the top of my car again, and putting my wetsuit back on.
"Yes! That's great!" He jumped up excitedly before walking back to his friends. The second group was all tall, dark, and handsome men. As cliché as that is, it was not a joke. Most of the guys them were at least over 6'5 with short black hair.
"What happened to your leg and arm?" One of them called out and jogged up next to me. His friends protested calling out, 'Seth' in hush tones.
"Oh, uhm…" This teenager shocked me; he was the first to have balls to ask about the scars. "Seth!" One of his friends yelled and came up slapping him behind the head, "Sorry about him, you don't have to answer that!" He glared down at the boy, Seth.
"Oh, no…" I looked at Seth, who was glowering from being slapped up side the head, "It was from a shark attack." Seth perked up and looked at me, "Seriously?" He exclaimed.
"Yeah, it was last summer." I nodded looking down at my arm and leg.
"It didn't eat you!" He exclaimed as the rest of his friends slowly approached, "Guys!" He exclaimed again, even more excited before, "She beat a shark!"
I laughed, "Not really. He left me with these scars, all I got of him was a tooth," I pointed to the necklace, "and a best friend that didn't get killed."
"Wait, you saved someone?" Another one asked; they all looked the same.
"My best friend, yeah…I suppose I did." I said becoming modest.
"Why?"
I was taken back slightly, "Emma, my best friend, she's family…she also didn't hear the shark siren so I went to go get her." I said plainly.
"That was stupid." One of them glared at me.
"Shut up, Paul!" Seth hissed.
"No, it's okay." I glared at Paul, "He wasn't the only one to think I was stupid for doing that. The reason why his opinion, as well as the other's, doesn't matter is because I would do it again in a heart beat." I smirked before backing away, "But—you see here—I have to help these people surf! I'll see you around!"
I walked to Mike and his group of friends, "Alright…show me what you can do!
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