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I glared out of the car window. We were on holiday, but it wasn't the place I had wanted to stay for the summer. I had wanted to go to Italy; only two hours away from Luton Airport, gorgeous weather, delicious food...

However, I wasn't in Italy. I was in the car on a motor way, heading towards a place I'd never even heard of before. Forks. What kind of a name is Forks? When I was in a really bad mood, I asked my mum in hard, sarcastic tones 'So, will we be visiting Knifes when we stay in Forks, or will we be journeying to Spoons, instead'. I always felt bad afterwards though; the way Mum's face dropped made me feel like crying and I would have to give her a hug.

Although we weren't poor- we had always had enough money for stuff other than bills- this was the first proper holiday we'd been on for a while. We couldn't afford a holiday in a different country every year, though we visited a cottage in Wales. We hadn't been able to afford the Italian holiday as well as we could afford the Forks holiday- so we'd jetted off to Forks instead. I'd been looking forward to going somewhere different on holiday anyway- until I found out how much rain Forks received in a year. I had been horrified- 350 days a year of overcast/rain! What was the point of going somewhere that always rained, when we could stay at home, and enjoyed the non- English sunshine? Typical. England could be as rainy as Forks when it wanted, by the sound of it, but as soon as we went to actual Forks, it was gorgeous- almost like Italy, my preferred destination.

An hour or so later, our car pulled up in front of our holiday home. I peered up at it, analysing it as I climbed out of the car. It was quite big, I supposed for a holiday home; I just hoped it wasn't as damp inside as it was outside.

When we walked in through the front door, I was hit by a wave of cold air. Who could've thought anywhere-except Antarctica, maybe- could be so freaking cold?

"Bugger," I said "Where's the heater?" Shivering, I picked up the booklet on the phone table that said on the front of it 'Your guide to our holiday home'. I flicked through it until I got to the section that said 'Heating and hot water'. I read the instructions, and then charged upstairs to find the airing cupboard. Inside it I pulled a little handle, and I heard the radiators cranking to life. I leaned against the nearest one. The heating wasn't bad; in fact, it was pretty good (but trust me, in that house, it needed too.).

Then, I went out to the car to help my mum, dad and younger brother Alex get the suitcases from the car. I picked up my (two) and carried them upstairs. There were two single rooms, and one double room. They were average size, and I quickly settled down in the slightly bigger one, so that Alex wouldn't get it and annoy the hell out of me- it was just the sort of thing annoying little brothers would do. I knew he would come barging in sometime soon, anyway, and start getting in a stress with me. He would probably just leave it once he'd done his shouting, though: he is quite a relaxed person, really, and, as younger brothers go, I'm lucky to have him, not some other boy that would go lobbing my makeup around the room when he didn't get his own way.

As predicted, a few minutes later, he came barging into my room that would be mine for the rest of the summer. He was giving me the evils. I grinned.

"Why are you in here?" Alex demanded.

"I was about to ask you the same thing- this is my room for the rest of the summer now, didn't you know?"

"Aw, come on Jas, how come you always get the best of everything?" (Oh, my name's Jasmine)

"Fine! If it really means that much to you, I'll swap rooms with you" I sighed, and shifted my cases into the next room.

My new room was much more girly; the walls were purple, and they looked as if they'd just been decorated. The bed was underneath the window. The window was covered by some white curtains with pink thread woven through them. I raised my eyebrow. The room wasn't exactly nice, but it would do.

I threw my stuff down, told mum I was going to explore, and headed off out the front door to have a mooch around town. I went past a coffee shop, and headed in there for a drink. I ordered a hot chocolate, and went and sat down. When I got it, I sipped at it, and glanced around the cafe, looking at the locals. There was one boy in particular who caught my eye. He was about my age-15 or 16, by the looks of it- and he had a cute baby face. He looked up at me, and his whole expression changed. First, it was one of shock, and then one of adoration. He came over and said to me

"Hi. I'm Seth Clearwater. Can I sit with you? You... um... caught my eye as you sat down."

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