My name is Eric Swan, and it is my first day of school in Forks, Washington. I recently moved in here with my father, Charlie; the sheriff in this dark, wet town. My parents are divorced, separated due to "conflict of interest", whatever that means. My mother and her boyfriend are cruising across Africa to "find themselves"; I was invited, but I declined. I told them I didn't want to weight them down, but that was far from the truth. I needed security, I needed a place that is stable and will stay in one place. Someplace… boring. Forks was that place.
I woke up that morning with a headache, a mild one. I slid out of bed and stared into the mirror. My eyes spun out of focus for a few moments, slowly growing clearer. I watch myself watch me. For a moment I felt a sense of purpose, which someone depended on me; even if that person was my reflection. My eyes followed down my silhouette; starting first at my messy brown hair, then down past my skinny frame, then to my dull and normal feet. Those were two words you could describe me as. Dull and normal.
I just turned seventeen last week, which was exciting, my last few days with my Mom and her boyfriend, Christopher. We went out to a fancy Italian restaurant, and then came back for cake. When I arrived in Forks, I was surprised to find that my father, Charlie, actually remembered. His present to me was a key. He wanted to keep it a surprised to what it was, so I sat impatiently in the front seat of his Squad Car as it drifted across the slick pavement towards his house.
Once we got there, my eyes grew bright. A large, rusted out orange truck sat in front of Charlie's house.
"Mine?" I asked.
"Yes." He replied, winking at his son.
"Dad! It's awesome!" I spoke, jumping out the passenger's door before the car came to a complete stop.
My sneakers, which barely fit, smacked the wet pavement as I raced towards my new car. My hands connected with the vehicle, sliding my palms across the smooth yet bumpy paint job.
"You like it?" Charlie asked.
"I love it." I replied back, "Thanks."
He sent me a smile. I helped me feel more like home, which brings me back to my first day of school. I moved into Charlie's house on a Saturday, and immediately was enrolled for the following Monday. I panicked when I heard the news.
I looked up at the clock, five minutes till I'd have to leave for school. I slipped on a white hoodie and some jeans, rushing down the stairs to the living room.
"Breakfast?" I heard behind me as I stepped once more towards the door.
I turned around, Charlie was cooking breakfast. By the smell: bacon and eggs. I looked down at my watch, and then looked up at Charlie.
"I can't be late my first day." I said gloomily. "I accidently overslept."
He nodded, almost disappointed. I turned back towards the door and slipped on my sneakers. I rushed out into the cold, September air; passing a few across the front porch towards my "new" car. I saddled myself into the truck. It was monstrous. I turned the key and started the loud roar that resonated under the hood. With one shift of the stick, I cruised out of the driveway.
As I drove across the watery roads, I pondered on some random topics. Would the students be nice? What "group" will I fit into? And the most important of my subjects: Would I find a boyfriend?
Author's Note: Please Review! Once I get three reviews I'll post the next chapter!