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Chapter 1: On The Road

The wind rushed past my face as my father's shiny red sports convertible sped down the open road. We were headed to a gloomy town called Forks, and I couldn't say I was too keen about it. I was supposed to be starting high school on Monday. It was Saturday today.

"Dad, how much longer?" I asked annoyed.

"Not much longer, sweetie. About twenty kilometres."

I sighed, this was going to be one long twenty kilometres. And after that, it was going to be one long couple of years. That was how long we were planning to stay in this "Forks" place. Just until I finished high school, and then we were going back to Phoenix, so I could go to college in my hometown. I wasn't sure why my dad had decided for us to move to Forks in the first place. Probably one of his usual crazy travel ideas that usually go very wrong. I hoped this one would be different.

Finally after twenty kilometres we turned a corner and there was the sign: "Welcome to Forks, Washington". Just from the sign I could tell this town was going to be gloomy and depressing, not to mention exceedingly boring. I sighed again.

To add on to that it was already raining, hard. The sports convertible was open right now and I was getting really wet.

"Dad." I moaned. "It's raining. Can you put the roof up?"

Dad pressed a button and with a creaking noise the roof came out from behind me and covered our heads. I was dry – for now.

It was about 4 pm right now, but all I wanted to do was go to bed. Apparently our new house was pretty big, and it was next door to some retired police chief's house. I guess that meant I couldn't do anything against the law, but I wasn't really a rebel anyway. Apparently the old chief had a granddaughter around my age (seventeen) whose parents were dead but she didn't live with him. I wonder who she lived with, then. That sounded like a mystery worth investigating.

"We're here."

I didn't even notice the car had stopped on a slanted driveway. We were at our new house. My heart skipped a beat of excitement as I opened the door to get out and took a few steps up the driveway.

"Wow." I said, stuck for words.

The house was big, white and the msot beautiful thing I had ever seen. It looked like seven or eight people might live there but right now it was just the two of us. The doors were a pale light blue and the windows were perfectly see-through with white lace curtains. It might be three or four stories high including the basement, I wasn't sure. The yard around the house was huge and it looked like a forest more than a yard.

"So Melissa, what do you think?"

Dad was annoying, always using my full name instead of the name I preferred, Lissa. He thought that since my mum had given me that name then I should keep it. I hated my full name, Melissa-Anne Elisabeth Peters, so everybody (except my dad) called me Lissa because it was so much easier. Anyway, my mum had died five years ago, I really missed her but I had mostly gotten over it by now, since there were more important things to worry about. Like finding a way to get out of this stupid, gloomy town. But I had a bit of a dark past and I didn't really like talking about it much, so I won't get into that now.

"Melissa?"

I'd forgotten he was talking to me. "Oh. Yeah, it's nice."

Dad laughed. "Just nice? I payed a fortune for this place. You'd better like it."

I smiled back. "I will. I mean I do."

"We should go inside and unpack."

"Right."

So we got our stuff out of the convertible and went inside. I was too stunned by the beautiful house that I forgot how wet I was getting, now my long mahogany hair was drenched and my coat was completley saturated with freezing cold water. I only had a few things to bring inside because I didn't have much stuff to begin with. I could carry it all in my arms so I only had to take one trip. The moving truck had already brought out furniture to the new house so we didn't need to worry about that.

"Wow."

I stumbled backwards when I got inside, mostly because the house was just so beautiful! The kitchen was spotless and white and the living room was large but very comfy looking. I wanted to relax straight away but I still had to go see my new room.

When I got upstairs I found my room on the left and walked in. Once again I was blinded by the beauty, the walls were a lovely pale green and my bed had been brought in and turned into a four poster bed. My bookshelf was safely in the corner so I was happy about that.

I put the box on the floor, I would sort through it later because I was too tired right now to do anything. I sat down on my bed but immediately I got bored so I got up and started walking around again. I noticed then that there was a large mirror on the wall and I went over to examine my appearance.

Apart from the wet hair and soaking clothes I thought I looked fine. I wasn't what I would really call "pretty", I had long, luxurious, waist-length locks that were a smooth shiny dark mahogany colour and flowed over my slim figure. I was medium height with very pale skin, most people said I had elfin features and my irises were a crystalline sapphire-emerald-opal colour.

I decided there wasn't anything better to do so I laid down on my bed and fell asleep almost instantly, I was that tired. I awoke about an hour later to the sound of my dad's voice yelling up the stairs "Melissa! Visitors!"

I jumped up from my bed wondering who the visitors could be. I didn't know seeing as we'd only been living here for an hour or so, which meant we didn't know anybody in town. The people were probably boring anyway.

Even so, I quickly got dressed in jeans and a black sweater with jewels on the shoulders, then brushed my hair and hurried down the stairs to meet the visitors, whoever they were. In the doorway I saw two people standing there – an old man who looked like he'd just come back from a fishing trip, and an exceedingly pretty girl with brown hair almost as long as mine, golden eyes, super pale skin and one of the most beautiful faces I had ever seen.

"Hello, you must be Melissa." Said the old man kindly, his face wrinkling into a smile.

"Lissa." I told him, but smiled back.

"I'm Charlie Swan. I used to be Chief Swan, mind you, but that was a while back." His face looked a bit sad as he said this. "Oh, and this is my granddaughter Isabella."

The pretty girl smiled a dazzling smile at me and held out her hand, which was pale white and very cold when I touched it. "Everybody calls me Bella." She said.

"Looks like we both prefer our short names." I said with a laugh, and she laughed back.

"Stewart's just invited us in for dinner." Said Charlie (Stewart was my dad). "But I don't think I could ask that much from somebody who's just moved into town. Would you two like to come and have a bite to eat at our house? Bella's quite the cook."

Dad frowned a bit. "Thanks for the offer, Charlie, but-"

"Oh come on Dad!" I begged. "We should go. It's not like you can cook anyway."

"Oh, alright. Get your coat then."

Bella beamed at me and I smiled back. I could tell we were going to be great friends. Maybe Forks wouldn't be so boring after all.

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AN: I know its a bit short, but I'm not used to this yet. Good, bad? I really like to know what you think cuz I'm liking this so far and I want to contniue. I know it's probably a bit boring right now since its just the beginning but I promise it will get good eventually!!!!

By the way dont mind the typo's. My keyboard is stuffed up and I'm not a very good typer.

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