And I'm looking out the window,
And losing both my dimples,
As they enter the ends of my smile,
'Cause I am a thousand miles,
From the place I need to go.
An empty hand I wave goodbye,
I feel a tickle in my eye.
Empty Hand-Eliza Doolittle
It was raining. Again. I stared out of the window, watching the rain make its own trail down the glass. The rain always seemed to calm me, remind me of home. Me and my mum had come from England, where it was almost a miracle if you had a sunny day. Unlike me, lots of people hated the rain, sometimes because it's was a bummer on your day or your hair could get wet, the list goes on. But I like it. At least I was going to get a lot of rain here, in La Push; I had checked the weather before we had left and it told me it rained a lot around here. We had moved here because my mum decided it was time for a change so she decided the best way to do that was to that was to move over 3000 miles away from home, basically she'd screwed up- a lot- and since she had a new baby along the way she didn't want to be a screw up for that child as she was for me. So one New Year's resolution later, here we are on our way to La Push, Washington.
We stopped just outside a small, brown and white house; the garden was filled with red and white flowers. "Welcome home," my mum said before stepping out of the car, she walked-well more like waddled as of the 7 month pregnancy- up the patio steps towards the front door, she wiggled the door handle around a bit before actually realising the door was locked, dumb blond moment there mum, I thought. She disguised her stupid moment by pretending to look in the window of the door into the empty hall, she then walked back over to me, "better go get the keys from the neighbours, do you want to come or stay here?" She asked me, "I'll stay here," I was quite a shy person when it came to meeting new people but when I got to know and trust them I opened up and it would take a while to shut me up. "No problem," she told me before walking to the house on the right, I then realised that most of the houses on this street were actually identical to the other, it looked like people had decorated there garden to show that there house was different. I saw the house opposite's garden was filled with small ornaments, there were too many to count, if that's their front garden their back garden must be crazy, just then a woman with blonde hair walked out of the front door, she saw me looking and waved, I waved back to her with a slight smile, "who's that?" my mum asked, I hadn't realised she had come back, "I have no idea," "you see this place seems nice enough," she told me, " the people that live next door are called the Clearwaters, they invited us round to a barbeque tonight," I looked at her, "come on Alex it'll be fun a good chance to meet new people while you're here," she smiled down to me, "come on, we might as well go to a café the moving van won't be here for a couple of hours."
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