Okay…. So its my first fan fic. So when you review (because you will review right!?) pleeez be nice!
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Butterscotch eyes
Seeing the Cullens as what the truly are for the first time was unlike anything I have ever witnessed. Driving through a typical Forks snowstorm, I remembered what had happened earlier today…
Flashback
The weather man told of a snowstorm coming in, but I refused to believe him. The temperature is still that too cold to wear short sleeves, but warm enough not to wear a coat degree. Not exactly the perfect temperature, but not the awful freezing of winter.
Having done all my homework, Charlie and Renee out on their anniversary dinner, and I being Sunday with nothing open I decided to take a walk.
Walking the trail in the woods next to the small two bedroom house I call home, I got lost in my thoughts. Realizing how far I had come, I tripped over a twig in the action of trying to turn around and head back. In the event of brushing myself off I heard and awful cry. The poor animal then ceased to make noise and the forest became quiet. Bing the kind perso I am, I decided to see if there was a chance in helping the creature.
It was then, in looking for the source of the cry that I saw Mr. Edward Cullen in what I supposed was drinking from the helpless deer. Standing there frozen to the spot Edward's head shot up and looked straight at me.
We stood staring at each other for what seemed like hours, but in reality was only a few seconds when I realized what had just happened. I started to run for dear life until I eventually came to the opening where my house stood.
end flashback
Wanting to clear my head, I decided to take a drive- which is where I am now. While driving the one lane Forks read the temperature dropped about 30 degrees and the snow started to come. The clearing my head idea wasn't working as well as I had hoped.
The Cullens were the new kids in school. With there almost inhumanly (ironic, huh?) great looks they should have instantly been able to fit in with the over helpful students at Forks High. But for some reason kids just stayed away from them. I guess natural instinct unconsciously told the student body to stay away, and from what I have just witnessed today, I imaging that's a good thing.
As I once again replayed the scene of the forest in my head, my old read truck started to die.
"This can't be happening!" I moaned out loud. I was about five miles out of town, so if by some miracle I got the truck to start up again I doubt it could take me all the way back.
I tried to start it up, but the engine just wouldn't catch. I climbed out into the cold with the idea of looking under the hood, but ended with the decision to walk it out.
By what I imagined to be the second mile I came to the conclusion that walking it out probably wasn't one of my brightest ideas. I was cold, wet, and sore- you couldn't possibly imagine the number of times I have tripped already.
Thinking of the warm beaches in Bermuda, the steamy sidewalks of Phoenix, and some actual sun (which rarely comes to pay Forks, Washington a visit) the event of earlier today slowly started to fade. That was until a shiny new Volvo came to a stop beside me- the same shiny Volvo the Cullen's own.
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