Here is chapter 2. I obviously skipped a couple years in the story. And come on people review!
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Chapter Two:
She already packed my stuff. She knew I would refuse to get anything ready and live in that place.
"Sweetie, it's for the best. Just for you to get away, relax a little bit. Get away from those friends of yours.'
I think my grandmother, Renee, was just trying to sugarcoat that she wanted me out.
"If you want some alone time with Phil or something, just say so. Don't just send me across the country."
I was going to, or rather being forced to leave Florida and go to Forks, Washington. I honestly have no problem leaving the sticky Florida humidity and heat for the awesome cold and snow that crave for. What I have a problem with is leaving my four best friends and the only place I've ever lived for a place I've never been to, to live with my grandfather Charlie who I've only talked to about three times in my short 14 year old life. And start a new school, in the middle of February. Yup, it's just every teenager's dream.
"Anthony, give it a shot. I'm sure you do just fine."
Renee made it sound oh so easy.
"I really don't think Charlie wants a reminder of why he practically doesn't have a daughter anymore."
She flinched.
Damn. I hated hurting her. But it is my fault. And why beat around the bush and be ignorant? Because ignorance is bliss? It also makes you naïve.
My parents left me when I was a month old.
They left their half-vampire baby and they never came back. No contact that I know of. I know I have my father's messy bronze hair and my mom's chocolate brown eyes. But besides that, I really don't know what they look like. Renee and Phil never told me anything about the subject when I was younger because they thought it was too soon but then when I got old enough to understand, I didn't want to know. I even refused to see pictures of them because I don't want to think about what I can never have.
"Honey, your flight leaves in a couple hours. You should get ready."
She finally left my room.
I've had a few slip-ups lately that my grandparents found out about. I partied a lot in the last few weeks. Drank a little. Smoked one cigarette. Went a little too fast on my motorcycle. But honestly, it was nothing. It takes at least thirteen beers to get me as drunk as a human. And even if I did crash the motorcycle, I could walk away with only a couple of bruises.
This was all cause of the vampire in me, which was all courtesy of my father.
I popped two Advils for my killer migraine.
I already said good-bye to my friends fifteen minutes ago. We would talk soon so none of us wanted a huge sob fest.
I was already boarding the plane for the long flight all the way to Washington. I hugged Renee and Phil one last time and Renee whispered. . .
"Just like your mother."
My mom moved to Forks after Renee got re-married. From there my mom got thrown into the world of love and vampires.
I think it was Renee's way of telling me to be strong and brave.
I thought Forks would be hell. That I would have had no need to be there. That I wouldn't find anything, but I ended up finding and going through so much.