Every girls dream right?

Chapter 1

Gail's POV

"Omigod have you seen the New Moon trailer????"

"Duh, it's been out for, like, ever!"

"No, the newest one! It has Jane in it!"

"Omigod, seriously????"

I tried to tune out the constant babbling of my friends and their Twilight related chatter.

I was so sick of Twilight! My friends used to talk about school and random things and hot guys they saw on the street. Now they talk about Forks high school, make random Twilight references and discuss hot guys in Twilight the movie!

Yes I saw the movie because my friends dragged me to it, and I attempted to read the book, but I was so sick of Edward Cullen by chapter 3 that I just quit.

Now all my friends talk about is Twilight and it's impossibly annoying!

Darn Stephanie Meyer!

The bell went at the end of school and I grabbed my books from my locker, wanting to escape the dreary grey of the building. I saw my friend Kim on the way out, with her iPod in her ears, no doubt listening to the Twilight soundtrack.

I caught up with her and tapped her on the shoulder. Sure enough, "Supermassive Black Hole" was blasting from the earpieces.

"Hey, are you doing anything this afternoon Kim? I wanted to go see a movie" I said.

"Emmm, I was going to watch this interview with Robert Pattinson on YouTube..."

She said, trailing away at the end of her sentence.

That did it, my "best friend" would rather watch an interview with Robert flipping Pattinson than spend time with me? I started running to my house, tears forming in my eyes. I couldn't take the bus today, not when I sit next to Kim on it!

I was halfway home when I realized I needed to go to the bathroom. I stopped at the little old café on the corner, a few blocks from my house. The girls and I used to come here sometimes after school, before their obsession, when we would be walking to my house because the bus wouldn't fit us all! Now they stayed indoors a lot, reading or watching anything Twilight-related. They had almost become vampires in a sense!

I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Great. The red-eyed-tear-stained-cheek look. How will I explain this to my mum when she asks me what's wrong-"my friends like fictional characters more than me!"

Real mature Gail, real mature.

I began dabbing at my eyes with the cheap wrinkly toilet paper when I noticed a little drawing on the side of the mirror. It was of a little fork, how ironic. If my friends (well ex-friends now I guess) were here now they would be squealing in delight.

The little fork was drawn in blue pen, a simple yet beautiful design of a fork with flowers and vines wrapped around it.

I didn't know why, but I felt the urge to touch it, it seemed too 3D to be drawn with pen.

I reached out my index finger and touched it. That was strange. It felt like a real fork!

Suddenly, it moved! It twisted to the side, and it was 3D, like a little door handle!

It felt almost as if the room shifted, but I was probably just imagining it, i was traumatized after all, losing my friends.

I walked out of the bathroom and out of the café onto the street, only to find myself suddenly on the side of a road, the café gone, and nobody in sight.

Then one thing caught my eye, a sign standing right in front of me.

It said on it:

"Welcome to Forks, Washington"

What the hell?