No, I don't own anything but my characters.
I was running. There were people in dark cloaks gliding after me. What did they want? They were getting closer quickly, not showing any sign of stress. They easily circled me, pulling in closer and closer, crimson eyes shining out of the cowls of their hoods. A pale hand crept out from under the cloak into the watery rays of sun- and it sparkled, like the whatever-it-was was made of diamond. It reached towards me and…
I woke with a start. I was in a car, headed to see my grandparents, Angela and Ben Cheney. My sister, 19, was driving. They had grown up in Forks and refused to leave with our parents once they got married. "Hey Selena," my sister Katrina called into the back seat. "You slept forever!"
"Sorry Kat," I answered. "Didn't mean to leave you all alone on our way to the worst, wettest town in the state of Washington."
"Fine, fine. We're there anyway. Let's go get Papa to help with our stuff. We've got a lot more than usual." I almost lost it right there, in front of my only surviving relatives. Why oh why did they have to die right now, in some stupid animal attack. Why couldn't they just stay away from the bear caves during spring, right when the bears are looking for something to pulverize? "Heeeellllllllllloooooo. Anybody home?"
"Sorry, I just zoned for a minute."
"We noticed," Papa laughed. "Now come help an old man with these bags." We grabbed our things and quickly took them up to our rooms. Our family had a large house on the edge of town and we each actually got our own room! At home we had had to share a matchbox-sized room.
We ran upstairs and made ourselves at home and rushed back down the long, twisted stairwell. We hadn't known we were coming until yesterday, the day after the accident, and so we had been signed up for school here and started tomorrow. We wanted to go to bed early to get a good start on tomorrow.
Dinner was spaghetti, one of Kats favorites. Ben and Angela stayed quiet throughout the meal and I was a naturally silent person- I would rather listen than talk. Because of this, it was my sister's responsibility to fill the silence, or so she thought. It aggravated the rest of us. As soon as it was polite, I excused myself and carried my plate to the sink. My grandparents were so stuck in the old days they didn't even have a dish washer. I washed and dried my plate, put it away, and headed upstairs to read one of my books.
By the time Kat came up, I was in bed waiting for her(which basically means reading until she comes up) like every other night. "Good night," she called.
"Night," I called back, knowing that as soon as I closed my eyes, the nightmares would come.
Sorry, but I'm going to do each chapter as a day. I might do more than one chapter a day though.
