She was Haley. He was Edward. He loved her. She was young. He was one-hundred and ten. He was a vampire. She was a human. One night they got carried away. I won't go into details. His family left before she knew. She had me, Elizabeth, eight months later. Now I want to find my father. From what my mother told me he would look the age of 17, bronze hair, topaz eyes, and white skin.
Today is my seventeenth birthday. AKA the day I find my father. Except for one thing, I have no idea where he is.
"Mom, what's the name of Edward's father?" I asked.
"He was Dr. Carlisle Cullen." Mom said, while pouring a bowl of cereal.
"Thanks, Mom" I said. Did I mention she doesn't know that I'm leaving.
I packed up all of my stuff in my Honda Accord (after Mom left for work) and headed to the library. Yeah, yeah, I know. Oh yeah, such a dork. I find out the name of my grandfather and I head to a library. For your information, if I conduct a Google search and I find out where Dr. Cullen is currently employed then I find out where Edward is. Yeah, who's the dork now?
I typed in his name in the Google toolbar and clicked on the first promising link. It said he was employed at a hospital in Forks, Washington. Well, here's day one of my two day drive. On the second day I was about 20 minutes outside of Forks in some place called La Push, when I started to get hungry. Seeing no restaurants, I pulled into a gas station. I walked in and immediately went to the chips isle. I skimmed through the selection. I soon found my favorite kind and went to grab it, but I didn't notice another person grabbing for the chips. Their hand ended up on top of mine. I looked up into the gorgeous brown eyes of a tall, buff (for lack of a better word), and tan skinned teenager.
"Sorry." I said, blushing immediately.
"No, it's my fault." He said, also blushing.
"Elizabeth." I said, extending my hand.
"Jacob. What brings you to La Push?" He asked after I shook his warm hand.
"I'm trying to find my father. He and his family left before my mother knew she was pregnant." I explained.
"Ah, where are you originally from?" He asked.
"Bellville, New Jersey." I said.
"Ah." He said.
We grabbed our chips and checked out. We continued our conversation outside and went to our respective cars. I really didn't want to leave, I felt like I had known Jacob for a lifetime. I heard a loud curse word from Jacob.
I ran over to his car and asked, "What's wrong?"
"My car won't start!" He said, highly frustrated.
"Uhhh…. Do you want a ride?" I asked.
"Thank you." He said.