Chapter 1: My New Home

"Scarlet Valencia Willow, get your butt out here right now!" my dad yelled from outside.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," I replied, shuffling through our small house. I zipped up my suitcase as quickly as was humanly possible, mumbling to myself about how unfair it was to have to move.

"NOW!" he yelled back.

Grumbling, I wheeled the suitcase out the door. Snow was already beginning to fall. Just my luck.

I hefted the suitcase into the trunk, grimacing as disgruntled teenagers are prone to doing. My dad was already in the car, putting his key in the ignition. I hopped into the front seat and rubbed my hands together.

He started the car and pulled out of the driveway. I watched tearlessly as my soon-to-be-ex home faded from view.

I turned my attention to the road and begin counting trees. One. Two. Three. Four- shit, that might've been two. Six. Seven- screw it.

I turned to my father. "Why do I have to move again?"

He sighed like I was exceedingly slow. Come on, he only told me like twice in the last hour. "You've been kinda depressed since your mom died. You should move to Forks to live with your grandma. Maybe it'll make you a happier person. It'll at least make me feel better."

"Oh." I sighed as I remembered how my mom died. "How did she die?"

He looked at me. "Who?"

I looked back at him. "Who what?"

"Who died?"

"Someone died?" I looked at him, aghast. Someone I knew died and he was only telling me now?

My dad sighed. "Never mind."

An awkward silence filled the space between us. Grimacing again, I looked for something decent on the radio. I finally found a good song. It was Linkin Park, my favorite band EVER, because all slightly emo white girls who move LOVE Linkin Park.

Suddenly we were at the airport. "OK, here is teh airport. Hav a nice flite. Call/txt me. G2g, ily, kthxbye." My dad had stopped speaking English, but I was too distraught to care. It had finally sunk in: I was moving to a teeny tiny town to live with someone I barely knew until my daddy thought I was a normal teenage girl!

I burst into tears.

"Scarlet… It's time to get out of the car now."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"You have to."

"Nothing you can do will make me get out of this car, Dad!"

No reply. He got out, slamming the door loudly. I heard my suitcase being thrown to the curb. I looked at Amarillo, my favorite city in the world that I would NEVER see AGAIN, through my tears. My door was ripped open and my dad threw my plane ticket into my hands.

"DO NOT WANT!" I screamed at him, but he wouldn't listen. He threw me out of the car and promptly drove away.

I knew better than to scream. That would do no good. So instead, I cried.

After who knows how long, I looked up at the clock. Two thirty. I looked down at my ticket. Three. Uh oh, if I didn't hurry I would be late!

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After approximately three hours, I landed in Seattle. I wandered around outside for a bit, but no one was there to pick me up. I finally decided to call my grandma.

"Hi, Grammy!"

"Uh… who is this?"

"It's Scarlet, Grandma."

"Oh, hello, dearie!"

"Where are you?"

"At home, of course."

"I need you to come pick me up from the airport in Seattle."

"Don't be silly, you know I'm not allowed to drive any more."

I looked pensively into the distance. This would be a problem. Suddenly, a burnt-out light bulb appeared above my head.

"You know what, Grandma? I can figure something out on my own." I hung up before she could reply. Finding myself a car was much more important than proper phone manners.

I walked around the airport a bit, but couldn't find a car nice enough that didn't have someone guarding it. To Plan B…

Fortunately, a shuttle to the car rental place had just pulled up to the curb. I smiled and hopped in. Things were looking up.

When we got to the car rental place, I was surprised to see almost no one there. A few cars dotted the lot and a perfectly round ball of tumbleweed blew across the asphalt.

I walked inside and marched straight up to the counter where a pimply boy was sitting. Ew. I hate nerds.

"Hi, I need to rent a car."

"Sure, we have at least one left!"

He led me out to the lot and straight to a white van. It was magnificent wif huge rims and sliding doors.

"I'll take this one!" I told him eagerly.

"Really?"

"Defiantly." I said.

"OK OK good. We can go do all the paperwork now."

…Paperwork? I thought you just went and picked out a car and they gave it to you and you brought it back.

"Okay," I said, trying not to sound nervous.

We walked back inside and he told me the daily rate. I broke into a cold sweat. Ew. Cold sweating is for nerds.

"So, how will you be paying?"

"One sec." I fished around in my pockets and found a credit card. Thank god I had raided my dad's wallet before leaving!

I finished all the paperwork. I got in my BRAND NEW car and started driving. It was at least three hours to Forks. Hopefully I could get there by nightfall.

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