Prologue
It's been a hundred years since the Cullens left. But I have a good memory, and remember every tearful goodbye, every sweet hug, and every sad smile from the minute they went.
They left by plane, on August 19, 2008. I had heard them planning it for about two months before they finally told Isabella's dad, Charlie. Their excuse was that they were leaving for college. Even that baby Renesmee was going.
So a few days later, Charlie and the Webers drove the Cullens to the airport in Seattle, as their cars were already on the way to their new destination. I chased along on the sides of road, dodging behind trees and bushes so they wouldn't see.
There were a lot of teary goodbyes, especially between the Webers, Charlie, the Bella girl, and the wolf boy Jacob. The other Cullens were pretty busy, unloading Alice's and Rosalie's bags. They must have had some fifty bags between them. Edward almost saw me, and so did Alice and Emmet. I think Dr. Cullen did see, but that he brushed off my appearance.
And so they left. I followed Charlie and the Webers back to Forks, and ran up the mountains to my cottage. The Cullens were finally gone. But why did I feel like a big part of my family died? It didn't make sense.
Anyway, the goings-on in Forks between now and when they left. Angela Weber married Ben Cheney, and Mike Newton and Jessica Stanley got engaged but broke it off when Jessica moved away. Angela and Ben had two kids, a boy Henry and a girl Marie. Both still live here in Forks and go to Forks High School. Charlie died in 2053 and Billy Black died not a year later, both of a heart-attack. The Cullens said couldn't come because Jacob and Renesmee had caught the flu and the Bella girl was preparing for exams, or at least that was their excuse. The real reason was that they hadn't changed in about fifty years.
Well, other than that, nothing has happened, since I don't keep track of the wolves. I'm starting to get bored, with no one else around. But, ah, I haven't told of myself yet. And I actually don't plan to tell you beyond my name, which is (in full) Ravyn Astrella Dominique Galilea, and the fact that I live in a cute little cottage up in the mountains.
Here is my story. . . . .