I sat on the beach and watched the waves crash over each other. The sun was setting on the surface, making the sky full of pinks and oranges. This was the best time to go to the beach. No one was there. That's how I like to do things, by myself. I have friends and all but being alone is relaxing. It gives me time to think and reflect. Weird, right? That's how I am though, weird.
I absolutely hate the beach but the silence it holds seems inviting. Watching the sun set helps me relax and yet the sun's rays give me a headache. I love to write but I hate creative writing class. Being told what to write doesn't appeal to me, which is why I never thought about that as an elective. You may think that's strange or something but that's just how I am and I'm not changing anytime soon.
One thing about me is about to change, though. I'm moving from small, boring Rhode Island to big, boring Washington. I guess it's really the other way around now that I think about it. I'm moving from the big city of Warwick to the small town of Forks. I never even heard of Forks until my mom decided she needed a change of scenery. Why she wanted to change her scenery from unpredictable to nonstop rain is puzzling to me. She can do that, though because of her job.
She's a photographer and a successful one at that. I myself love photography but I love writing more. That's the difference between me and my mom. She likes capturing parts of our world in a picture. I like creating my own with a pen and paper. Well, most of the time I write in notebooks, other times I just type them on my laptop.
I heard my phone vibrate in the sand. I glanced over. The screen was lit up with a text message from my mom. She probably wants me home. Instead of answering her I gathered my things that were sprawled around me. I threw them in my old Jansport before slinging it over my shoulder. I looked back at the ocean. "Good bye," I said, then started my journey that would lead me to Forks, Washington.
