I watched as my Dad put in the last of our bags in the tan van. I'm Cecilia Brandon. My Dad and I are moving from our home in Biloxi, Mississippi, to Forks Washington. And trust me, I DON'T want to Dad has two reasons for us to go there. One: A new job at the university near the town, he will stay at home though, most of the : Some old friend he hasn't seen sense I was born.
''Come Cilia,'' Dad says as he walks to the passenger side of the car.''This will be fun. You should see more of the world.'' He ruffles my little longer then shoulder length black hair.
''Yeah Dad, ok.'' I sigh.
''Thanks Cilia.'' Dad walked around the front of the car and inside.I grasp the cold car handle and glared at my reflection in the car mirror. From how the van was parked I could see my house. That was the main reason I didn't want to leave. It was the last connection I had to her.I get in the car, I strain my eyes so my tears won't fall. Dad revved the engine and we were going down the road.
That Her that I am talking about, is my Mom. Cynthia Brandon. She bought this house. This is the only place I can remeber her. She died when I was younger. Dad said, looking for her sister. But Mom never came home, no body was found either. So I wanted to stay in this house forever, but now I can't. And I have no idea what I am going to do.
