Chapter 1. Moving out.
I leapt lightly up the stone steps of my house that was officially not my house anymore, that's right. It had been sold.
I stroked the copper staircase rail remembering its texture and how slippery it got each day. Me and my family were moving today, to a rainy town in America a bit like my hometown Wellington. Except this place was called Forks and I wasn't so keen on it.
I walked into my once messy room, which now looked utterly bare. I didn't want to move away from windy Wellington, my hometown. I had lived here for 17 years of my life, and it was perfect here apart from the odd gust of strong wind.