I Will Possess Your Heart
A/N: This is my first fanfic. Depending on the reaction to this short piece of the story I'll update. Hopefully you guys will like it. Reviews with constructive criticism are very much appreciated.
Disclaimer: Nothing that you recognize is mine. It all belongs to Stephenie Meyer, everything except Amy.
PROLOUGE
I looked out the car window, and couldn't help the melancholy that washed over me. The sight of the gray clouds and clumps of snow in the green vegetation reminded me we had left home far behind. The scenery was beautiful and I had seen something like it only once before. But even then, the trees weren't green enough. I watched as we drove by, the trees blurring. My thoughts drifted towards Olivia, my older sister and the main cause for my displacement.
Eighteen-years-old and making her way through her first year in college, she had decided Washington had been the perfect place to assert her independence. My mother had accepted this for the first few months, but then it got to be too much. She decided that she couldn't "stand to be so far away from her baby." Both Olivia and I tried to change her mind, but nothing came of that attempt. All our efforts to stop this move came to nil. My dad was no help in the matter, agreeing with my mother only to avoid a confrontation.
Now I find myself making my way through Washington towards our new home. I sat back, leaning my head on the seats headrest. I closed my eyes, letting a sigh escape me as my mind wandered. Images of home ran through my head and I quickly opened my eyes. The homesickness was only becoming worse. My dad must have heard me sigh because he looked at me through the rearview mirror. He gave me a smile. I quickly turned my gaze back to the window so as not the have him see my face.
We passed a sign I didn't have a chance to read. I was getting tired of being in a car for so long. One of my legs was beginning to fall asleep. Stealing a look at the car's thermometer, I was surprised by how cold it was. I loved the cold, but being from a place where it was warm all year long, I had a different definition of cold. I shrunk into my jacket, relishing the warmth it gave me. The reminder of the cold brought back a longing for the warmth of home and another sigh from my lips.
"We're almost there, Amy," my dad said giving me an encouraging smile. I could only nod in respond due to the small lump that had formed in my throat. I didn't want another discussion with my parents over this trip. I didn't want them telling me how this would all turn better. How I'll be happy with the move in due time. How I'll get used to it. Returning to watch the scenery, another sign came into sight. It read: "WELCOME TO FORKS."