Olivia looked to the left of her, glancing at her uncle as he sat in his truck, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the gear shift. His eyes were focused on the road ahead, but every so often she would see him glance toward her.

The similarities between her uncle and her father were uncanny, with a few minor details making a slight difference. Her uncle's nose was straighter and his forehead smaller than her fathers, giving him a slimmer appearance.

Despite the differences, minor as they were, Olivia felt like she wa staring at her father in the flesh. The resemblance between the two made a wave of homesickness hit her. She loved her father, adored him, but he had remarried and his new wife's family was all in France.

Olivia was given the opportunity to join her father and his new wife in france, but Olivia declined. His wife was younger than her father, by at least 10 years, and she wanted children of her own. Olivia wasn't going to stand in the way of her fathers happiness, even if it meant moving across the country and leaving her remaining parent.

"I have a diner. You could work there if you'd like. It's a cozy place, comfortable. And I have a room set up for you." Another glance toward her uncle and another stab of homesickness when she saw the same smile her father had.

"Thank you, uncle. For taking me in and letting me stay with you. I appreciate it." Her thankfulness was met by another smile, and then a few questions and conversation starters.

"The last time you were here, you climbed a tree and broke your arm. Do you remember that?" The image of her crying and clutching her arm came to the front of her mind, followed by the promise olivia's uncle made to give her ice cream.

"That was the last trip with mom." Olivia turned her attention toward the view outside her passenger window.

Everything was green as far as she could see. Every which way she looked, all she could see were towering with thick trunks that she wouldn't be able to wrap her arms around. It was beautiful, another reminder of home, and it made her long to go into the forest and explore.

"I'm sorry that I wasn't there for your mom's funeral, Liv. I wanted to be I just.." He trailed off leaving an awkwardness between the two.

"It's okay uncle Jack. I understand." The conversation after that had died, the only thing breaking the silence was the faint sounds of a song through the radio, and the ever present rain.

The closer they got to Forks, the more anxious Olivia became. She was going into her senior year when the summer was over, and while she had been homeschooling the past few years of high school, her uncle had mentioned enrolling her in the high school.

The thought of going to public school, after homeschooling the past 3 years, made her feel weak in the knees. She didn't like big crowds, or having the spotlight on herself. And being the new kid in town and in school, and being a senior, it would be hell for her.

'God, I hope I can homeschool.' As Olivia thought of her future endeavours in Forks, she felt a yawn building, and deciding to take the opportunity, she closed her eyes and allowed herself to drift off.


Next one will be longer!