As he pulled me close to his side, I finally realized how dangerous it was to be here.
It was a cold November morning in when I first moved to Forks. I remebmber getting on the plane in Pheonix in my shorts and halter top, then getting off in Forks and freezing to death because I had miss-judged the weather. Oddly enough, I had never remembered the weather being quite so bad when I used to come here for my holidays to visit Charlie (Dad). But then again, the last time I came here was nine years ago when I was seven. The sky was always covered in a blanlet of jett black clouds (gray if it was a nice day) and if you had hopes of wearing a bikini on the beach, you've got another thing coming!
As I struggled through the hall way, I realized I had no way of getting to school, I guessed I would have had to walk I stepped out of the door and there was a giant red truck standing in the driveway and next to it was Charlie.
"Welcome home Amilie!!!" Charlie bubbled tossing me the keys.