Chapter 1: the move

"Okay, yeah I think I'm ready now," I said slowly. My dad just grinned at me and grabbed my bag that was in my hand. He gave me that please-trust-me-for-once look, or maybe it was the let's-leave-now-or-were-going-to-miss-our-flight look. I just couldn't tell. I hesitated then looked him in the eye, more positive now.

"Okay dad, let's go." I was just about to leave my past behind and walk into a brand new world.

Let me explain a bit. My name is Sophie Richards, and the man who just convinced me to leave my small little town was my dad, Nick Richards. We were moving from my one and only home in Solon Springs, Wisconsin. It was a small town, but I spent my whole life making memories here; and now to start fresh in another small town called Forks, Washington didn't help much. Nick got a job there as a police officer, and he's a pretty darn good one at that. I am 17 years old, but I have been home schooled all my life, so I kind of finished school at 16. I have tanned skinned, dark hair and the greenest eyes ever, thanks to my dad. I currently am 5'10'' and very lanky. Also, I don't do any sports because I just am not that coordinated.

As we boarded the plane, I started to a get a very gross feeling. I guess my dad either felt it too, or he just saw my face turn a sickly green. He whispered in my ear if anything was wrong.

"I don't know, it's just that this is the first time I've left my home," and then I added, "And I think I'm afraid of heights." My dad chuckled and flagged down a flight attendant.

"Yes, excuse me but, may I have a pillow and bottled water?"

"Yes of course," she replied in that fake cheery voice everyone that has this job has to master. She went to fetch the items of request and came back rather quickly.

A simple "Thank you" was all I could get out. My hands were strained tightly on the sides of my seat. My dad put the pillow behind my head and rummaged through his carry-on bag. He muttered,

"I knew this would happen so I got you some Tylenol." He paused, "I think this should help."

"Thanks dad." I croaked. I guzzled the water and the pills downs quickly. I leaned back and instantly started to relax. In a couple minutes I already was in a light sleep. When I awoke, it was because I could feel people around me walking throughout the plane.

"Daddy, is it time to go?" I questioned, still a little groggy.

"Yes honey, come on." We got off the plane and when we walked out of the air port, a yellow taxi was waiting for us.

When we got into Forks, my heart dropped for two reasons. One was because everything was so green and beautiful, and there was so much wild life everywhere. The second was because since everything was so green, that meant rain fall and coldness. We rented a motel because the house we bought was being remodeled. The motel room was very stuffy and with both my dad and me in there, we were scrunched. I don't think I can last the two weeks we are staying here; I'm just going to go mental, I thought. We unpacked the little stuff we had, because our moving truck would arrive at the house in two weeks when it was done.

"Hey, I got an idea; let's go to our new house. You're going to love it Sophie! The backyard shows the complete view of the forest. It's just gorgeous." He was starting to get excited.

"Yeah, sure." I paused to think for a moment, "But wait dad, how are we going to get there?" He started to chuckle. That's when I got suspicious. We walked out of the motel and there were 3 cars in the parking lot. One was blue…

Wait, one had a big white bow on top,

"You didn't have to dad! I love it so much," I squealed. I started to run to it, but of course my dad beat me there. I walked around it to examine it. I'm not some car expert but I did find out it was a Taurus. It was tan and I loved it so much. "Thanks dad."

"Well, since the only car that you'd be able to drive is my cop car, I decided to surprise you." Then he handed me the keys and he showed me how to get to our new house. When we turned on my street, I noticed one house that had a yellow Porsche parked in the driveway.

"Dad, are some people really rich here?" He just shrugged his shoulders and pointed. I looked into that direction to see a blue two story house with maroon shingles. I jumped out of the car and ran to the door. When I walked in, my dad was already inside looking around. I walked to the left and there was a kitchen. Then if I went straight I walked into the living room. The dining room was just squeezed right between them. To the right there was a hallway. I started to walk when my dad yelled from upstairs

"Come up and check out your room!" The stairs were right next to the hallway. I took two at a time and met my dad at the top.

"The whole upstairs is for you honey, so you can have your privacy." I beamed when he said this. The whole upstairs to myself, I could get used to this.

"Thanks dad." That phrase must have been the "phrase of the day" because I just couldn't stop saying it. After we were done, we went back to the motel.

The next couple of days were pretty boring. I either drove around town, or was at our new home checking out construction. My dad was at the station for his new job. About a week later, dad came home from his job and sounded pretty happy.

"What's up dad?" I eyed him suspiciously.

"Well, there's this man at the station that I met. He's very nice and he has a daughter that's only 18. His name is Charlie and he invited us to dinner tonight at his place. Honey, finally you can make friends and he said if you guys click together, you can stay there for the rest of the week so you don't have to stay here at this crappy motel and," he said this in a rush of words. He does this a lot when he forgets. I can't understand it all.

"Dad," I interrupted, "I can't understand. Remember?" I pointed to my head. "I'm just not like you." At this, his face turned red.

"I'm so sorry sweetheart. I just . . ." he trailed off.

"You just forgot, I know." He nodded and I grabbed his hands. We had a little silent moment, but then he broke by asking,

"Okay but do you want to go?" he had his chipper mood back.

"Sure, let me just get ready."

When we got there, I realized this was the house that had the yellow Porsche in the driveway. It wasn't there today, but in its place was a police car, and next to that was a chunky, rusty red truck. We walked up to the door and rang the door bell.

A/N: hey guys. I hoped you liked the beginning of the chapter. Review me if you like it or not, if you do, I'm totally game into writing more.