Chapter One
Disclaimer - I don't own any of the Twilight characters, but this chapter has nothing to do with Twilight, yet, so, yeah
Gah. Another long day by myself. Why don't I just, like, shop or something... I don't know. I don't know anyone in this damned town, even though it's so small! I bet I'll meet some people tomorrow, Monday, my first day of school... Oh well, but hopefully I do, I need someone to hang out with. These white walls feel like prison bars locking me in. I went downstairs, seeing my truck outside the window. It was jet black; sort of small, but it fit me... Perfectly well.
I plugged the key into the ignition, and before I know it, I was halfway to Seattle. Wow, was I going fast! I slowed down about twenty-five miles per hour, and sat there, smug. My speed was perfectly fine now, from about eighty-five back down to sixty. I was going the speed limit now, but it sure did seem slow. Then, I finally arrived at Seattle, after my massively slowed car speed.
I came up to the mall, a pretty big mall, with many signs and billboards around it, ads for restaurants and stores located inside. I parked my truck in the closest spot I could find, hopping out, while slipping my wallet into my pocket. If you looked, you could see a faint rectangular shape bulging slightly out of the pocket of my grey straight-legged jeans. I zipped up my black and white, skin-tight, checkered and striped jacket, hiding my grey thin material shirt. It was a bit chilly outside, and it was overcast, looking like it would rain soon.
I soon walked into the mall, seeing a nice-looking restaurant, deciding I'd probably eat there later. It was only ten thirty; I'd left at around nine. I wondered why I got up so early, but I couldn't think of a reason. Oh well. It was nice, and the mall wasn't too crowded yet. A nice shopping time. I strode into the sunglasses store—I was surprised they even had one here, with all the overcast days—and looked around. I didn't know why I was even going to buy a pair, if I was living going to be living with my grandma back in Forks, it was hardly ever sunny there. Oh well. Again. I picked out a cool pair; black with dark reflective lenses.
By then, it was almost twelve—yes, I take a long time shopping, even for just sunglasses—and I was getting pretty hungry. I went back to that restaurant that I saw when I walked in, and I saw that it was an Olive Garden. Gah, I didn't even notice that, I love that place! I went in, already knowing what I was going to get. A shrimp scampi, boy did I love those.
"Table for one, please" I told the uniformed lady at the counter, and she quickly showed me to a table that could fit two people. They probably didn't have a one-person table, it was a bit odd. She handed me a menu, and asked me what I wanted to drink, and I replied quickly, I felt parched,
"Coke, please, and can I go ahead and order?"—She nodded—"Thanks, I'll have a shrimp scampi." She smiled, and quickly came back with my Coke. "Thanks"—the lady nodded.
I had half of my Coke gone before she came back with my food.
"Mmmm, that looks delicious!" I said, and she smiled at that, saying thanks. It was practically gone in ten minutes, it was so good. I finished it quickly, chugging he rest of my Coke, and waved at my server. She handed me the bill, I counted out the correct amount of money from my wallet, tipping her five bucks.
I got up from my seat, and headed toward the rest of the mall, the way I hadn't been yet. I had one bag so far, a small on at least, carrying my sunglasses. I felt my wallet, freshly stocked, poking me slightly, seeming to remind me to buy some warmer clothes, since all I have are winter Florida clothes, which would probably, maybe, be worn on the warmest days here.
I walked into the next store I saw, Pac Sun, standing for Pacific Sunrise. I always shopped here, back in Florida, but I didn't know what to expect as I walked in, definitely not short sleeved shirts and tank tops, though. There were, like, four workers there, all helping other people find things. I went to the nearest rack, the cute jackets catching my eye. I only had the jacket I was wearing, so I needed a few more. There was a bright pink and green jacket on the lowest rack; yeah right. A dark grey jacket on the next, Element sketched in black lettering that looked scraped into it; now that was more my type. I scanned over the other ones, a black and red one also catching my eye. I tried on the grey one first, and it felt awesome. I grabbed the black and red one, slipping my arms into the holes, and zipping it up. It was very snug in there; I'd wear it on colder days. I hung the hangers back up on the racks, carrying the jackets over to a shelve with shirts on it. I picked out a few shirts, and a few pairs of jeans, carrying my load to the checkout table.
The lady added up to get the total, and I pulled out the cash to pay for it. As I was walking out, a girl that looked about my age came up to me. She was really pretty: dark brown straight hair, green eyes, and fair skin, looking a bit like me.
"Hey, I'm Rory. Are you going to school in Forks? Just a thought, you look like a girl that I've seen a few times." Does she know who I am? I sure don't know who she is.
"Hi, I'm Kyler. And, yes, I'm going to school in Forks tomorrow. Why? Do you go there? And, if you've seen a black truck in front of a two-story white house, that was me that you saw." She smiled widely.
"Yeah, I do go to school there! Oh, yeah, that must've been you. Oh, oh, don't think I'm stalking you or something, haha, I just live by you… Sort of, haha." She carried on the conversation. At least I was meeting someone that was nice, and that I'll see tomorrow.
We stopped talking, and I left, feeling for my car. It was around five, so I decided that when I got home, I would take a quick hike through the forest in front of my house. I got home soon after, hanging my new clothes on hangers in my closet. I quickly grabbed a piece of paper, intending to write my grandma a note, telling her that I was going hiking. I scrawled it out on the notebook paper, finding a pen on the kitchen table.
Grandma,
I'm gonna go hiking for a while, and I'll probably get back at around seven or eight.
See ya' later, Kyler
She's not an old, eighty-year-old granny, like most people would think. I'm sixteen, my mom's thirty-five, and my grandma's, like, fifty-something. She's still pretty young, if you ask me. And, she keeps up well with the 'hip' stuff.
I changed into some hiking boots I'd gotten in Florida, a pair of older jeans, and a tee-shirt. I tacked the note on the bulletin board in front of the door, leaving with a small backpack of water. I walked along the trail for a while, and then veered off it, knowing I'd be able to find my way back. I'm a pretty good tracker, not to brag, though.
The trees were all just so green. Everything was green; the leaves on the trees, the tree trunks, the ground, everything I could see. I hiked farther uphill, and I came to a strongly-blocked line of trees. I managed to finally get through the tangles, and stepped into the most beautiful place I've ever seen in my entire life. It was almost a perfect circle of thick trees, and the grass was short, though it wasn't or hadn't been mowed.
It was perfect.
I looked at my watch, seeing it was almost seven, already. I hiked back, ending up at my house at 8:30. My grandma didn't care, though; she was busy watching a soap opera.
"Hey, Grandma" She was 'hip' enough for me to use 'hey' on her.
"Hi, Kyler, did you go shopping today, like you said?" She asked.
"Yeah, and my hike was good, too."
"Oh, well that's great!" She replied, smiling at me. I returned the smile, and marched up the stairs, thinking about the strange circular and beautiful clearing.
It was getting late by now, so I pulled back my bedspread, shutting down my laptop at the same time. I nestled into my pillow, and sleep took me over soon. I had a great, dreamless night.