You were there.
Disclaimer: Twilight and characters belong to Stephanie Meyer. This story's plot belongs to me.
Chapter One
My hand is rapidly changing the pages. I need a job. The college paper has some ads, but nothing for the immediate future. By the end of the week my money will have a total of zeroes as a sum.
Nothing. Frustrated, I throw it on my bed and I am about to head outside when the "You where there" column, on the last page, catches my interest:
"You were there. Fork's High parking lot, long brown hair, big brown eyes, old red Chevy truck, band aid around your left thumb. E..."
Yes, I was there...two years ago.