Chapter 2: Forks

Number of minutes the flight took: 136

Number of minutes I pretended to sleep: 78

Number of minutes I actually slept: 8

Number of times I wanted to cry but didn't: 136

The cab ride from the small airport near Forks to Mr Solomon's house was very quiet. Luckily Mr Solomon didn't try to make conversation but I wasn't sure if that was because he didn't want to upset me or because the cab driver had no idea that we were spies. But I was grateful either way. I just stared out the window watching the rain fall against the glass.

Joe's house wasn't very big. It was a two bedroomed house with wooden panelling on the outside of the house. The paintwork was chipped and need to be redone. It had a white picket fence surrounding it and in the driveway there was a shabby looking car. The grass needed to be cut a bit and there was a tree in the back garden. As I got out of the car I noticed the house next door had a police car in the driveway. A man walked out of the house and unlocked the car. He waved at Mr Solomon and said "Hey Joe." I stared at Mr Solomon. He was smiling at me. "Yes he knows that I'm a spy. He knows you are one as well." He took the bags out of the boot and walked up the path to our house. He stopped and said "He also knew your father," and he walked into the house. I followed carrying my rucksack.

The house was smaller inside than it was outside. The kitchen and dining room were connected and there was a small wooden table and a set of four chairs which took up most of the room. Mr Solomon led me upstairs and showed me my room. There were only two bedrooms and I chose the bigger one. Mr Solomon left the room. I looked at my room taking in every detail. There was a double bed in the centre of the room and beside it there was a small bookshelf. I looked at one of the titles on the books. It was "100 things NOT to do on a covert operation." Obviously this bookshelf was stacked with me in mind. I went downstairs to help Mr Solomon with the rest of the bags but he had already had brought them all in. Instead he was standing at the bottom of the stairs waiting for me. "I hope you're hungry Ms Morgan because we are going over to our new neighbour's house for dinner. His daughter is cooking." He opened the door signalling me to go out. I grabbed my jacket for it was raining and went out the door.