Disclaimer: Not mine, sadly.
CHAPTER 1: Welcome to Forks
The car made its way onto the main street of the small town. The place was a lot smaller than Yuma, the main reason my parents had picked it as our new location. My dad drove slowly looking for the street we needed to turn on. Only a few other cars were on the street. I looked out the window as we passed the stores. I noticed a mother dragging her young son from a store window, an elderly couple walking hand-in-hand, and a group of teens entering a diner.
My dad made a right at the end of the street where a park could be seen. We passed house after house. The houses began to grow farther apart. Soon we were near the edge of the green forest. After a short while my dad stopped the car. The house was white with blue shutters, a perfect little home. In the driveway was my mother's car and across the street was the moving truck. My parents got out of the car, but I stayed inside, watching the men carry the furniture into the house.
Finally taking a deep breath, I opened the door and walked out. The cold air hit me instantly and caused me to shiver. Pulling my jacket tightly around myself, I walked up to my parents. My dad was talking to the man in charge of the unpacking. A few papers were signed and then we went into our new house. The house was older than our previous one, but still in good shape. Boxes were scattered across the living room floor.
Not knowing what to do, I decided to check out my new room. Going up the stairs slowly, I realized that this had become reality rather than just a plan. That I really wasn't home anymore. The reality of the situation hit me hard and along with it came the sensation to cry. I entered the room that would become mine. The walls were bare and white, lined with cardboard boxes, and in the corner stood my bed. In the other corner was my desk with my new computer, which I knew was my compensation for the move.
I sat on my bare mattress and looked out the window. I dreaded the thought of going to school on Monday. I had never moved before, and I was nervous thinking of what would be awaiting me. I'm not the best at making new friends. I did have a fair amount friends back home, but these friends were people I knew from kindergarten. I was really beginning to miss them at this moment.
I lay back staring at the ceiling, and I let myself space out. I didn't know how I was going to handle this, but I had thrown enough tantrums. I was sick and tired of the whining, the yelling, and the fights. All I could do now was accept it, and hope I could get a good enough scholarship for a university in Arizona. With this thought in mind I began unpacking, beginning with my clothes.
The next morning I woke to a dim light streaming into my room. Not feeling ready to get out of bed yet, I snuggled into my covers, drawing as much heat as I could from them. I looked at the boxes I failed to unpack yesterday. Letting out a breath I pulled on a sweater that I had left on my desk chair. Slipping it on as I walked to the kitchen. I hit my right elbow with the stair's railing. My funny bone to be exact, I could feel the tingles reach to the edge of my fingertips.
I walked in to see my dad having his morning coffee and my mom making eggs with chorizo for breakfast. My stomach grumbled since I had yet to eat since the morning before. I had refused to come down yesterday, wanting to finish unpacking and to wallow. Heading towards the refrigerator, and hoping one of my parents had remembered to get some apple juice, I searched for my beloved juice. Finding it I served myself a glass before taking a seat next to my dad. He looked up at me when I did and smiled.
"So how was your night?" He asked. I looked at him for a second.
"Cold," I responded causing him to laugh. "I don't see what's so funny. I was freezing last night."
"I'll try to fix the heater in your room," He said drinking from his coffee. My dad was Mr. Fix It. At times it appeared like there was nothing that he could not fix.
"Do you want some breakfast, Amelia?" My mom asked. I nodded also taking a sip from my juice. My mom was the only one who called my Amelia. I hate my name; I always feel like I am thirty years older than I actually am. But even after all these years of telling her so she insists on calling me by my full name rather than Amy. As my mind drifted, my mom placed a plate of chorizo con huevos and beans, and once again my stomach grumbled.
"So have you seen how it is outside?" My dad asked as he ate his own plate of food. I shook my head.
"I haven't had a chance to," I answered after I had swallowed.
"Well you should see, you'll love it," He commented. I nodded and continued with my eating. I was the first one finished so I went to see what my dad was talking about. The front lawn was covered in a thin layer of snow. The dim sunlight glittered off the snow causing it to look bright. I couldn't take my eyes away from the sight. Running upstairs to brush my teeth quickly and change into warmer clothes, I let the excitement of playing in the snow overtake me.
I made my way down the stairs while trying to put my new boots on. This proved to be a very difficult and dangerous task since I nearly tripped myself. Once I succeeded in getting ready, I made my way outside. I stood on the porch for a minute or two before finally walking onto the snow. I couldn't help the smile that appeared from the sight before me. Oh how I wished I could share this with someone back home.
I bent down to scoop up a bit of the snow. It was extremely cold and hard. It didn't feel anything like I imagined it would. Nothing like the powder-like snow on television. I let the glob fall from my hands and it made a soft plunk sound. The snow felt a lot like the ice used to make snow cones. And I had to admit, I felt a bit disappointed to find out how it actually felt. Not feeling like unpacking, I decided to do some school shopping for tomorrow. Quickly assuring my mom I would be fine, I made my way out the door.
Since I had never really experienced snow I decided to walk. My dad told me that it wasn't very far of a walk. Taking my time, I began to familiarize myself with my surroundings for future reference. It was cold and I could feel my cheeks and nose numbing. Ten minutes later I found myself on the main street of town. Passing the quaint shops until I found a supply store, I entered the small shop and a bell signaled my entrance. I saw an old man behind the register look up from his newspaper. I smiled before heading towards the section with the notebooks. Choosing what I needed and not wasting too much time browsing I took my items to the register.
"Good morning," the old man said gruffly.
"Uh, good morning," I gave him a weak smile before pretending to be busy making sure I had enough money.
"I have never seen you around here before," the old man said curiously as he rang up my purchases.
"My parents and I just moved here yesterday," I answered as I rocked on the heels of my feet.
"Really, where are you from?" the man asked.
"Um, we're from Yuma," I answered. The man gave me the usual confused look others gave when I mentioned the name of my hometown. "It's in the bottom corner of Arizona."
"Oh, I see. That's a long way to go," He commented and I just shrugged my shoulders. "Well that will be 15.53." I counted out the money and handed him the exact change before taking my things.
"Thank you," I said before leaving the store. The moment had become awkward and I was relieved to be out in the cold again. Not wanting to go back to the house yet, I crossed the street and went into the diner I had seen the day before. The place was warm and the radio could be heard playing the oldies station. I moved into an empty booth as fast as I could. I took my jacket and scarf off. A middle-aged woman walked up to me with a nice smile.
"What will it be, sweetheart?" the women asked.
"Would it be fine if I got a menu before I ordered?" I asked.
"Sure," She smiled at me before handing me a laminated menu. She walked off to help a family of four, who had just arrived. I looked through the menu, not knowing what to get since I wasn't hungry. In the end I decided on a cup of hot chocolate and a chocolate chip cookie. Slowly I sipped my drink and stared out the window, letting my mind wander like it usually did. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of laughter and loud voices. I looked to the door and saw three large boys, all with the same dark hair and russet skin.
Two appeared to be laughing at the tallest of the three. And out of nowhere the laughter of the boys caused a knot to form in my throat. I took a sip of my hot chocolate to make it go down, but it wouldn't leave. I began breaking my cookie into crumbs. I watched as the nice waitress took their orders and how they joked with her. The knot tightened a bit and again I tried to swallow it. The breaking of my cookie became frantic. Finally I finished my cup of hot chocolate and I asked for the check. I pulled out a few bills and left a tip before hurrying into my jacket and grabbing my scarf and bag. I was almost out when suddenly I was knocked down by someone trying to push the door. And there's awkward moment number two.
"I'm so sorry. I hadn't seen you," the man who had caused me to end up on the floor said as he went to help my up. I succeeded in getting up without further embarrassing myself. Quickly, I looked around for my things, when suddenly they appeared in front of my face. One of the three boys had picked up my bag and scarf.
"Here you go," he had a nice deep husky voice. I took my things from him and thanked him. I walked out of the diner into the cold and breathed a sigh of relief. Making sure nothing was missing from bag, I started home. When I got home, I found my dad setting up the television and my mom organizing the small living room. I ran up the stairs to put my things away in my room. After I was done I decided to take a shower and relax a bit. When I finished with my shower, I went downstairs to watch television with my dad. I sat down next to him and he put his arm around me.
"So how did your shopping go?" Dad asked, but continued to watch the television screen.
"Ok, I stopped at the diner for some hot chocolate and a cookie," I didn't think the fall important to report.
"That's good. Did you meet anyone your age?" He questioned.
"Uh no," I answered. I only saw, not met. "I guess I'll have to wait until tomorrow."
"Yeah," and we left it at that.
A/N: This will probably be the last author's note for a while. I know I said I would wait to see the reaction but I was too excited to finally see one of my stories up here. But don't let this fool you, my updates will probably not be regular and the story might be a bit slow to get to the action. Anyways thanks for reading and please leave me your comments.
