I stood at the gate in my yellow rain boots and teal rain coat. It was down pouring and so dark I almost couldn't see the Manson that was looming over me like death. It was funny how that a week ago I was on the beach in Maine and am now in the rainiest part of Washington. It's also funny how twisted the fates are to take a normal 16 year old and switch her life around. What happened you ask? Well on the way to my band concert my parents go struck by lightning in their car then hit by a VW bus. I was left an orphan in an instant.

My name is Lela Jones and I'm 16. All I was left was my black cat, Shadow and some other stuff like clothes and books before my old house burned to the ground too. I was shipped off to my mom's childhood friend, Nina, who is 57 and lives alone in the manor. Now that you're caught up ill get back to reality because if you dwell to long on the past the fates might punish you as they did my parents.

I open the gate with a long high pitched groan, and walked up the loose coble stone path until I reach the rotting porch. It looked like it once might have been beautiful with bright white paint and Greek styled pillars but now it goes with the house. Broken, putrid, old, and rotting. I walked up to the door that had a rusting lion iron knocker on what looked like what might have been a magnificent oak door. It had hints of wonderful small engravings and patterns but was now just worn down and almost not there. I decide agenst the knocker because I didn't want to need a tence shot and instead banged my fist hard agents the decaying wood. I was glad my stuff was sent ahead including my beloved cat, or else they would all be sopping wet. The door creaked open to reveal a modern day looking house that was much smaller on the inside.

I stepped inside when a woman flew down the steppes with a bat in hand. I almost got knocked in the head, but I jumped back just in time. The lady suddenly calmed down when she looked at me. A huge smile broke out across her face. which looked weird because age was not treating her well.

She had coffie brown skin that was wrinkeled like a prun. With frizzy greying brown hair that was tiedback with a red bandana. She had a blue moomoo that didn't complament her on. All in all she looked like the crazy witch that lived next door.

She smiled morethen opened her mouth to reveil severl missing and rotting teeth to say "Welcome to Forks. My dear you have grown. I'm so sorry about your perants. Lets get you to bed and talk in the morning." I didn't even know what was happing when i wasrush up the stairs and thrown on a bed. Not that I was complaining. I was so tired I didnt even fight her.

My cat came and curled up next to me and I fell asleep to a wolf howling.