Hey people! This is my 1st story that I'm actually hoping to finish on here so please give me a break if it's not too good. The story is waay better than the summary so I hope you like it!
'Rain, rain and more rain. Is it ever gonna stop?' I sighed, turning up my ipod. The music was blasting but I didn't care, I liked it like that. The song "Homecoming" by Hey Monday was playing and I was soon humming along to the awesome tune. 'Homecoming? I wish. Now it's more like home leaving.' I was in a car with my parents driving away from my great warm home in Tennessee. Ok so maybe it wasn't all that great but it was sunny, unlike this cold wet place. My life was pretty normal. Everything was alright. Then one day my bright parents decided to drag me down, or is it up, to Forks, Washington. I'm not quite sure why. When I asked, the only answer I got was, "We need to relocate." Why couldn't we 'relocate' somewhere else? I asked that, too but did I get an answer? Nope. And parents say we're complicated! Well since I'm bored to death let me tell you about myself. My name is Alexa, or Lexa for short, Sterling. I'm a 15 year old girl who writes poetry, plays guitar (and I play extremely well might I add) and I draw. I like photography, animals, music (who doesn't?), and hanging out with friends. I'm part Quileute and part Latino. I know it's a strange combination, but I'm still more Native. No, I don't do drugs so if you see me laughing about something totally stupid I'm not high. I just like to keep life fun. I don't have a favorite food or color and I love skater/rocker type clothes. You know, ripped jeans, graphic tees, hoodies, converse, vans, gloves, that type of thing.
While in the car I just watched everything pass by. Forks was very very green. We passed by some really pretty cliffs that connected to the waters at the bottom. Something or someone, caught my attention. There were people throwing themselves off the cliffs! Suicidal much? Squinting my eyes I also noticed something else with the people. They were big and dog-like. Wolves? No they were a lot bigger. Whatever they were..they were…interesting I guess. I wanted to get a better look but we drove away to quick. "Did you see that, Mom? Those people were literally throwing themselves off the cliffs! Is that like a sport of something?"
"Um, yes it is. It's called cliff diving." She replied blankly. Her voice was kind of cold. What was up with that?! She should be happy I found this place interesting at all. "How do you what's it's called? Can I try it?"
"NO, you may NOT go cliff diving and the sport is popular therefore I know a bit about it."
"Fine then." I was silent for a little while. Finally I decided to ask," Hey, Mom? Do wolves hang around here much?"
My dad answered me instead, "Maybe you were just imaging things, Lexa. Wolves live deep in the woods and aren't seen from the road."
"But I could've sworn I saw some back there and they were REALLY big! Probably as big as a horse! Or maybe even-" I couldn't even finish. My dad slowly turned around from driving, he had slammed on the brakes, and looked at me with an expression as if I had told him that I went to a club, got drunk, and had unprotected sex with a criminal who was 20 years older than me all on the same night while still at the age of fifteen. It was scary. "Those wolves are extremely dangerous. You are NEVER to go ANYWHERE NEAR them! Do you understand?!" I simply stared at him. " I understand," I said looking away from his gaze and back at the window. We began moving again about a second later. 'Well that wasn't messed up at all. Bipolar father.
"Ok, we only have about 5 more minutes before we get to our new home-sweet-home!" My mom exclaimed excitedly about an hour after my dad's 'moment'. "Ok, Mom. Can't wait!" I know I was just pretending to be happy but it was for her sake. I mean. I can't have her worrying too much about me after moving to a new place. She had enough on her mind already. "Ok, we're here!"
'Bout time,' I think to myself. Getting out of the car I stretch a few times. Attempting to walk without stretching after a long car ride is not the smartest thing to do. I've tried. "Alexa! Come on in and see the house!" "Coming Mom!" I sprinted off into the place that was now my home. I followed my mom into the house and looked around. It was a small house, much smaller than the one we'd left back in TN. The paint was kind of chipped in a few areas and the whole room had a woodsy type smell. After looking all downstairs I decided to explore upstairs. I had a small bedroom but at least it had a window. That was good. The small room already made me feel enclosed in a box. I needed a way to get air. Going back downstairs I helped my parents unload the moving truck. After the last box was in inside I went to organize my room while my parents looked for cooking utensils. "Jason! Have you seen my cooking pot?" I heard my mom ask my dad. "Which one?" "The red one." "No. Do you know where I put the box with the spoons?"
"Um, no." Because they couldn't figure out where the stuff was, they call me. "Lexa!" they yelled at the exact same time. 'Ughh. What now?' I groaned and ran down to the kitchen. Why did I run? Because they wouldn't stop calling my name. Skidding to a stop I watched as they went back and forth. "Yes?"
"Oh…umm..nevermind, I found it" my dad said. I blinked twice and walked back to my room. Three seconds later my mom called me, again. "Lexa!! Have you seen-" I didn't' even let her finish. "Mom !" I groaned going back down to where she stood. "Can't we just get McDonalds or something?" I was tired, starving, and no one had started cooking. I had a reason to be upset. She thought about it for a few seconds before stomach growled , supporting my idea of fast food. I looked up at her with pleading puppy-dog eyes. "Oh alright." I smiled. Mom grabbed her car keys and was out the door in less than 3 minutes. 'Wow, new record,' I thought. I let my mind wander while I waited. It felt like forever! Once she was home we all ate and then got ready for bed. Too tired to even change I got into bed with my jeans and T-shirt. The calming sound of the rain helped sleep take over me.