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Rain. Most people hate it. The cold wetness turns most people into hermits. I on the other hand love it! There have been many times I would spend inside the comfort (please note the sarcasm) of a nice, clean, hospital room due to my frequent wanderings in the rain. Today, however, did not consist of me wandering the woods. Oh no, today consisted of a long, drawn out flight from sunny South Carolina to doom and gloom Forks, Washington. Now like I said I love the rain, but when I heard that there was rarely a sunny day here, I became quite depressed.

Let me introduce myself. Name? Kiana Walker. Age? 17 Height? 5'10

Now that that's out of the way, let me tell you why I'm moving to town of Forks. Luck, or the horrible lack of it. I was born and raised in South Carolina and since the day I was born the residents of the dear state have repeatedly wished I would leave..or they would if they all knew me. Throughout my childhood things were constantly going wrong. I had a horrible temper and I tended to take it out on unsuspecting victims. The poor suckers. I had a nice thick file on me when eventually the misery I placed on others was brought back on me. I was left an orphan when I was ten thanks to a drunk driver. I was then placed into the custody of my grandmother. This was why I was now heading to Forks. My grandmother passed away three days ago leaving me without a guardian. Some may say that I am close enough to 18 to take care of myself but what those people don't realize is that living costs money. Which, as of right now, I have a total of $36.77. Whoopee, that's for a six #5 from McDonald's. Not enough for living alone I'm afraid.

So here I am, going to stay with the one person kind enough to take me in. I've never met the man but apparently he and my dad were close when they were growing up. How sad is that? The only person willing to care for me is a man that knew my father over twenty years ago. That aughta say something about the file I referred to earlier.

I can't remember his name..what was it? I try not to let it bother me too much as I wait for my connecting flight from Atlanta. After an hour and a half of waiting I was finally allowed to board the plane. I look around for my seat and grin when I see that the seat next to it is vacant. 'Sweet!'

After another fifteen minutes waiting the flight attendants begin to shut the door when a last minute arrival shoves his way through. 'Please don't let him sit next to me. PLEASE don't let him sit next to me!' No such luck. The boy looks like he could be around my age and the smile he wore when he realized he was sitting next to me made me think that he thought he might get to join the mile high club with me. 'Good luck.'

This is when I should go to sleep and wake up when we begin to make our descent. OH NO. Mr. Please-can-I-FINALLY-get lucky was having none of that. The entire flight he constantly reached over and grabbed my thigh. Finally I couldn't take it anymore. I called the flight attendant over and ordered my drink. When he began to stroke my leg I gave him a sly smile and began to flirt back. I even went so far as so 'accidentally' rub his leg. I could very clearly see that he was getting..excited. 'Finally!' I thought when the flight attendant brought me my drink. I sipped on it and the next time we hit turbulence my drink 'accidentally' found its way into his lap. That's right. Steaming, hot, coffee.

His face turned red and he began to scream like a little girl. 'Tough shit, dickweed!' He ran into the bathroom to make sure no permanent damage was done. I didn't see him for the rest of the flight.

So now I'm standing here waiting for whats-his-name to pick me up. I suppose it would be helpful if I had met him before or even if I had the slightest inkling of what his name was.

Kiana Walker? I hear the soft voice come from behind me. I turn and see a pretty girl around my age with long brown hair staring at me. Yes? I ask in an attempt to see what she wants. Perhaps she's an assistant to the man suppose to be picking me up? Or maybe she's related to him? Or maybe he came to his senses and decided that it would be in his own interest if I were to stay with someone else? 'God, that would suck' is all I could think at that train of thought. I hear the girl clear her throat, although it certainly didn't sound like she needed it, and speak. My name is Bella, my father sent me to pick you up. He was called out on an emergency. So this girl was his daughter. At least I would be with someone my own age while I was here.

Awesome, should we go then? I was excited to get out of the stuffy airport and into some fresh air. Not to mention some fresh clothes. I looked down at the clothes I wore. Red plaid blouse, dark skinny jeans, and black cowgirl boots. Yep a change was in order.

I quickly followed Bella to the car..truck? The thing in front of me had to be the ugliest thing I had ever seen. I was big, orange(ish), and totally ancient. I figured now would not be the best time to say anything, seeing as I had just gotten here. The ride to the house was silent. I, for one, did not mind the silence. It was better than meaningless chatter about the weather..or lack of change of it. When we finally got to the house the sun was beginning to set and I was looking forward to a good scrub in the shower and comfy clothes.
Um, wait Kiana! Bella called after me as I bolted for the door of the house. I paused and turned to look at her, watching her follow me up the steps into the surprisingly unlocked house. Some friends of mine are having a get together tonight. Sort of a welcome party for you, if you wanna go. I stared at her for a moment while debating the choices. On one side I could go to said party and meet some new people so I wouldn't be clueless at school tomorrow. On the other side I really was craving that shower. The look on Bella's face screamed that she really wanted to go, and for the first time in, well..forever, I decided to give in. Okay, let's go. But please allow me to change first! Bella's face lit up when she heard that we would be going. Of course! Go change! I'm going to call Jacob and let him know! I raised an eyebrow at that. Jacob? Was he her boyfriend? She seemed to catch my look, Jacob is my best friend and I don't get to see him as often as I use to she explained. I nodded and quickly looked through my clothes before picking a purple and black plaid dress to wear. I went into the bathroom with my purse. I changed quickly and quickly applied some light makeup. I kept the boots on. They were cute and comfy! I decided at the last minute to add a headband with a rose on it. I straightened my bangs and made sure I looked alright before stepping out. I found Bella wearing the same thing she was before. Jeans and a green long sleeve sweater thing. It was okay I suppose. She smiled widely when she saw me and practically dragged me out of the house into the beast of a truck.

'Here I come Forks..ready or not.'