This was it. I had a strange feeling like I was being exiled, moving from busy London to a small town nobody has heard of in America. The rest of my life was not going to be fun. We were moving to a minuscule town in the Olympic Peninsula, called Forks, that was hours away from any remotely city like civilisation. Because I had never heard of Forks I did some research and found out it's the rainiest place in America. That really was the silver lining to my cloud.

I was being forcibly moved because of my mother's death on May 8th, only a week after my sixteenth birthday. I missed my mum like crazy but I hated moving let alone moving across the globe.

As I stepped of the plane I prayed to god this was some bad dream and someone was playing a sick joke on me. After I grabbed my petite suitcase from baggage claim (most of my stuff had been shipped over previous to my flight), I headed over for the doors and began searching for my giant of a farther. It only took me a second; after all he is like 6ft 6in I said really tall. It wasn't just that he was tall though that made him stand out. It was the fact that he had deadly pale skin, like me, a mop of red hair and small brown eyes. Other than the pale skin we don't look very alike. My height reached a grand total of 5ft 5, so not very tall , I had a mass of untamed auburn hair that reached about halfway down my back and sea green eyes that cursed me to be like an open book, easily readable. I sighed in defeat as I made my way over to my farther.

"It's great to see you Dad." I hugged him and inhaled his comforting aroma. He had always had smelled like what I imagined the world smelled like after a downpour of rain.

"Right back at you sweetie. Now come on lets get you to your new home, I imagine you're jetlagged after your flight. I know I was."

I disconnected my arms from around him and followed him to his car. Only once he had safely backed out of the airport did he talk to me, "You're really going to like the house Nicole, It backs right into the forest and there will be plenty of peace and quiet. I know you said you oppose to this whole move but please try to fit in, for me?"

I rolled my eyes dramatically even though my dad never takes his eyes of the road when he's driving. "Fine but only because you're the coolest dad ever." I smiled for the first time since my mother's death. He was pretty cool, as far as farther figures go anyway. He laughed "Yeah I'm an ice cold gangster Daddy."

I cringed at his attempt at a gangster voice." Okay I take it back, I take it back!"

A few bad jokes later and before I knew it we were entering Forks. Living in a city all my life there were a few things I found strange. One was the fact that there could be so many trees in one place. The other being everything, and I mean everything, was green. "Wow." I was at a loss for words.

"It's refreshing I wanted you to grow up in a nice environment instead of the city." My dad explained. "And I've already started my job down at the town's hospital. The pay isn't as good as in London, but there is more than enough for you and me."

I rested my head on the passenger window and closed my eyes to try and slow down the voices spiralling around my head. After a minute I felt my farther tap me and whisper my name. "Hun, we're here. Welcome to your new home."

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The house was charismatic and probably over a hundred years old. It was all stone and had a kind of European feel about it. Still modestly sized at a two stories tall with three bedrooms and the same number of bathrooms, there was also a two car garage and an extensive amount of land that, as promised, backed right into the woods. I couldn't see any houses nearby and when I asked my dad about this he said the nearest house was about a mile away in the opposite direction of town, belonging to another of the Forks doctors and his family.

When my dad led me inside I could see he had done an amazing job setting everything up while I stayed with relatives in the east of England. The inside was very bright and open. It must have originally been several rooms, but the walls had been removed from most of the first floor making it all one wide open space. A pale spiral staircase was to the left and all the walls, ceilings and thick carpets seemed to be of varying shades of white and cream. All in all it was tastefully decorated.

"Hun, I'm going to make dinner do you want anything?" My dad peered at me as I snapped back to my senses and closed my mouth which had been hanging open for several minutes.

I shook my head. "Which door is my room?" I asked curiously.

"The one right at the end, I gave you the master suite since you spend so much time in there." He winked at me and let out a low chuckle. It's not that I'm lazy, but my dad finds it strange that unlike most of the teenage population I prefer to read in my room than get stoned at the weekend. Not that he would have it any other way, God no! All I did was make parenting a trouble-free job for him and my mother.

As I made my way up the stairs I couldn't help but wonder slightly at my room, I had no idea what it looked like because it was meant to be a surprise. I had my hand on the door knob and silently laughed at my love of surprises. What can I say? Who doesn't? I opened the door then picked up my suitcase from behind me. Stepping into my room I got my first good look at my new hide out.

.God

I dropped my suitcases and run to my new four-poster bed, from there I looked round the rest of my room. I had a fairly big wardrobe that my clothes probable wouldn't even fill half way up, a French styled door that led onto a small balcony and the walls were covered with bookshelves waiting to be filled. Perfect. I could see my desk under a huge bookshelf with my vivid green laptop hooked up to a power lead charging. To the other side of the bed there was a huge window with a new glass vanity table underneath filled with both my stuff and some obviously new items.

I would have to thank Aunt Trudy. She had come over to 'supervise' my farther arranging my things.

Once I had unpacked my things I went down and wished my dad a goodnights sleep and told him not to wake me in the morning. I don't travel much so I was extremely jet-lagged. When I had made it back up to my room, I went in search of something to wear to bed. I eventually settled on some black sweats and a black t-shirt. Black with just a hint of black, just how I like it, I'm not a Goth I just love the colour black.

Wrapping my self in a cocoon of blankets, I prayed that I wouldn't have the nightmare about that sinister old lady again, and I drifted of into a far from restful slumber.