You live. And you die. That's what people say is the truth in life. Fair enough some get lucky brakes and become actors or superstars but its the same. They live and they die. I couldn't say at my young age that iv lived. Seventeen and a whole life still to go. I looked at myself in the reflection of the on board television screen. My dark brown hair was now brushing against the middle of my back and growing longer. I'll get that cut soon. My eyes - although I couldn't tell their exact colour- were reflecting the green and blue of the sun beaming through the window. My skin looked allot brighter than usual with the sun not being petered by the clouds instead of the soft tan it usually was.
" Would you like a drink miss." I heard a voice call. I brought myself out of my daydream and turned to see one of the cabin crew gazing at me thoughtfully. I only shook my head and she nodded before pushing the cart further up the isle. I smiled a little though when I remembered the reason I was on this plane. My father was getting his new job as the chief neurologist at a small hospital in the north west of the state called Washington in America. I think the city, or rather small town, was called Forks. didn't sound right to me. My mother was all for dad's new job. She was in-fact more excited about the spot she had been given at the town high-school as head of the PE department. I laugh slightly at the thought of my mother giving me orders when or if I get into the cheer-leading team up there.
" You seam to be enjoying yourself." I heard my dad say to me sarcastically. I glanced at him and he was smiling. His brown eyes seamed to light up as I smiled. He always seemed to know what to say.
" Shut up." I said a little embarrassed for some reason. Dad new that I had other thoughts about moving to Forks. The reasons being that my friends were all back at Valencia. I felt that it was for the best though. I didn't want to give either of my parents a hard time about this move, it was hard enough for them so I didn't want to add to their troubles. Still smiling, I picked up my I-pod and decided that for the last half hour on the plane-the Jonas' would be my entertainment.
" This is our one." Dad told us forty-five minutes later while standing outside the airport pointing at a large black taxi. The rain was thundering down from above so he put all the suitcases in and then held the door open for us.
" That's some weather isn't it. They say its like that almost all the time over here." Mum told me.
" Really, all the time?" I said a little taken aback. Mum nodded and smiled at my reaction.
" You'll get used to it Melissa. Besides there's allot of other stuff to do here. Not just hanging about with you're friends all day-"
" Mum. I'm seventeen. That's what teenagers do." I said in a matter-of-fact voice.
" Well you'll have to make new friends here first before you can do that." She said. Damn she played the friends card. I would have to make new friends here but I would keep in contact with my other friends back in Spain. Mum smiled when I didn't reply, she new she was right.
" Well then. Off to our new house in Forks then." Dad said cheerily as he climbed into the car next to us.
" Yeah, Forks. The place where it never rains and is never sunny." I said in mock excitement before looking out the car window. My phone then buzzed in my hand and I picked it up. There were five messages on it. I smiled as I read all of them. They all said the same thing.
Have a wonderful time in Forks. Hope to see you again and hope you visit. We'll all miss you Milly.