((I don't own Twilight, I would never own Twilight, and thank God and all things containing high fructose corn syrup, I never will.))
I don't know what was behind my decision to move to Forks. My venality may be to blame. Maybe its because I'm a philanthropist. There are multitudinous reasons, all of them congealing and molding together in order to form a hideous, massing, hulking glob of reasoning that I can find no way around. Perhaps I have a broken neurotransmitter. It would explain why I have a sudden urge to start a collection of pink ocarinas.
Alas, I can only conjecturify.
Charlie has been munificently munificent, despite my encroachment. But why wouldn't he be? I'm his daughter.
Forks in unearthly. An alien planet. Entirely too green. Conglomerations of trees, moss, grass-covered bears. The color contaminated everything in sight, including the camera filters belonging to the camera crew that has been following me around for a few days.
I think it is because I'm so dazzlingly beautiful in my half-albino trip-over-flat-surfaces way.
The buildings of Forks were not meretricious. They were ugly and blatantly unsegregated.
Buildings in Arizona were just plain ugly, sprawled out over the desert.
How I miss Phoenix! The sprawling desert, the tumble weeds, the cactus I called my home…
Seeing how I have been containerized here, I will have to be strong and survive. What will I encounter tomorrow?
A pack of sparkling vampires that only sparkle under sunlight even though it is entirely true that they should, under all reasoning, sparkle under fluorescent lighting?