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Chapter One
I stared blankly at the TV screen, bored to tears… again. It seemed as though I was always bored. High school is supposed to be some of the best years of you life, but for me, the two years I spent at Bridge-stone High, were the most boring hellish years of me seventeen years of life. I was now a junior with no social life, one friend, and absolutely nothing to do, except homework.
I have had enough of this. I slipped of the leather couch and clicked the TV off. I wondered what to do and decided to explore the garage. I opened the white door that lead to the garage and flicked on the light. Closing the door carefully behind me, I slowly made my way through the cluttered boxes.
My mother, Renee, loved to keep everything. She was such a pack-rat. Renee was incapable of letting anything go. I swear, one time we decided we were going to have a yard sale and when it came time to decide what we were selling, she couldn't part with one single item. So we ended up not having a yard sale. Ironically enough, my mother was also a neat freak. She had our whole house perfectly organized. So we ended up putting all the rest of her 'treasured items' in the garage.
I looked down at my feet, so I could see where to place my foot. I was the clumsiest girl on the planet, so I was doing everything in my power not to fall. I saw a couple of stuffed boxes that looked promising a few feet away, and started towards them. I sat down in front of one of the boxes and started to rummage through it. Finding some roller blades, I carefully took them out of the box. The black roller blades were still in mint condition. I remembered when Renee had bought these two years ago. She had insisted that she try to learn to roller blade. Apparently, rollerblading was the latest fad at the time. Of course, a few weeks later, she forgot all about them and started on her latest 'passion', knitting.
Renee was the sort of person who's mission in life is to try absolutely everything. She had always been carefree, never one to think things through. Though she was my mother, I was the real parent in the house. My dad, Charlie, lived in L.A. My mother and him got a divorce shortly after I was born. I still go visit him every Christmas. So technically, I was the head of the house.
Sighing, I set the roller blades on the cement floor. Just then, an idea popped into my head. If my mom wasn't going to use these roller blades, I will. I knew this was probably a bad idea, but I was desperate to go out and do something. I grabbed the roller blades and slowly made my way through the jungle of boxes.
I didn't want anyone watching me fall on my butt, so I decided to drive to the edge of the town I lived in, Forks. Forks was a quaint little town in Washing. Forks got its claim to fame by being known as the rainiest spot in the US. I loved the rain, so I didn't mind it so much. Hopping into my '53 blue Chevy truck, I couldn't believe I was actually going to do this. I've spent most of my life avoiding all activities that would show off my already apparent klutziness. And here I was, about to go rollerblading, a sure to be disastrous event. I parked my car at the end of a deserted street when I got to the edge of town. It was very lush and full of trees here, so I was less likely to be seen falling down here.
I opened the car door and took off my tennis shoes. I grabbed the roller blades from the passenger seat and put my tennis shoes where the roller blades used to be. I slipped them on and stepped tentatively out of the car. Instantly, my legs crumbled beneath me and my butt hit the cold wet pavement. I attempted to haul myself up off the ground, but was unsuccessful. I stifled a giggle a I thought about what Jake would say. 'Queen Klutzy, do you need help getting off your sorry butt? Silly Bells, I told you this was a bad idea!' I laughed, that is exactly what he would say.
Jake has been my best(and only) friend in the whole wide world. We have known each other since we were born and he knew everything about me. Jake was a Quileuete Indian with shaggy black hair that read his chin. I had tan skin, very brown eyes, and was very tall. He had a laugh to die for and was very hot. Not hot as in looks, he was like my brother for cryin' out loud, but hot as in temperature. His temperature was always one hundred and one point eight. I was the only person outside of his close-knitted family to know the secret behind his temperature.
I finally managed to hoist myself back onto the driver's seat. I rolled the window down and leaned on the car door. Putting all my weight on the door, I slowly stood up again. Eventually, I found myself standing up on the roller blades. I smiled triumphantly and took a step forward.
That was not a good thing to do. In my haste to roller blade, I didn't realize that the street I chose was slope downwards. I went flying down the road, my brown locks streaming behind me. I screamed loudly when I realized I didn't know how to stop. The wind swirled around me, causing my hair to cover my face. Because my hair was blocking my view, I didn't notice the rock in front of me. I raced down the road and when I reached the rock, the wheels on the roller blades stopped abruptly. I flew into the air, head first. The last thing I remember was my head hitting the pavement, then, it all went black.
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