'But mom!' No matter how much I protested it went unnoticed in her eyes. I stood on my landing shouting down at her.
'Adelaide Parker there's no buts about it. We are moving to Forks and there's nothing we can do now to stop it.' It was a lost cause.
I trudged back to my room to continue packing up the last of my belongings, from a stray sock to some pictures of me and old friends. I held them in my hands and smiled, remembering the happy times we'd had, but the smile soon vacated as it was replaced by thoughts of never seeing them again. I threw them into my bag and turned out my room, dragging said bag behind me. I took one last look at my now bare room, and closed the door silently behind me.
'Adelaide! Can you move any slower?' I could tell my mom was getting annoyed at me, but I was adamant I was going to spend as long as I could in Illinois. I'd miss Chicago so much. I'd spent all of my 17 years here. Though the weather in Forks was no different to that of the weather here, it was a totally different place. Where I lived, but not a home. I turned back to look at my small cottage house. I traced the outline with my eyes as I took in every last detail, taking a mental picture.
'Sorry mom.' I threw my bag into the back seat of the car and then threw myself into the front one. I knew I was acting like a child but you always resort to those tactics when everything else has failed. Before I knew it, me & my mom where on the way to the airport to start our new life in Forks, Washington.
The drive to the airport was quick. I looked out the windows as trees and buildings past by as green and grey blurs. There wasn't enough time to take in all of Illinois before I was on the plane, thousands of feet in the air flying to a new place. My new home.
The plan landed and we picked up our new car and drove the distance to our new home. It didn't take long before we arrived. We drove past one house with a police car and a small brown haired girl unpacking. Seemed I wasn't the only one being made to move here today. I looked out at her with sympathetic eyes as my car continued on the road.
We soon stopped outside a small yet beautiful house. It seemed a lot like my old one, with a large oak door and outward looking bay windows. I felt a pang of happiness. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.