Hello again...I am so tired. It's almost 10:30, and I have a cold. I would have updated the story last week, but unfortunetely, I had and unnatural amount of homework, and I finished it all by the good time of about 8:00 p.m. So, I thought it was as good a time as ever to finish a chapter, hopefully you like it...And to all of the people who criticize the name "Thomas", I picked the name because it was relevant to the time that he was born. I was not just lazy. In fact, I did a lot of research to find the right name. Thomas seemed appropriate. Not too "out there" yet at the same time, believable...or, as believable you can get with vampires. And, speaking of Thomas, this is his chapter. And, in case of confusion, the chapter "Parker" was in the present.
Eighteen years had passed since I had last seen my family. I was still not happy, and I had no idea where to look for happiness.
I tried to stay in the same place for at least two years, it was going well.
On the first day I had left, I had no inkling of what I was looking for, so I headed out from Forks, to Oregon. It was an easy place, but after a year, I got bored, but I had to pull it out and stay for two years. I did it, and when I finally left, nobody really noticed.
I had kept thinking of the problem of parents, so I decided that when it came time for conferences, I would just sign them up for a phone conference. Esme needed to hear about me once in a while.
Whenever my family called, I would never answer. I had already left once. I didn't want to give them hope that I was happy and would be back soon, when, in reality, I could be gone for more than thirty years.
From Oregon, I had taken Emmett's advice and headed to sunny Arizona. The two years there were agonizing. I still had that built up fear of the sun, so I didn't go to school some days, but eventually, I had to think of the suspicions teachers would have, the child services that would then be called, and then, ultimately, my family, when my teachers called them for conferences and told them that I hadn't been there for a few weeks.
From there, I went to Colorado. That was probably the best place I had been so far. I lived in a small cottage in Colorado Springs, right next to the mountains, where prey ran thick and I never got thirsty. Not to mention the beautiful sunsets and slowly watching the lights of houses turn on as the sun went down and the moon came up.
The two years went fast and I was somewhat sad when I had to convince myself that it was time to leave. I reminded myself that if I ever had a chance to go anywhere again, it would be to the fresh smelling, beautiful mountains of Colorado.
After that, I decided to step up the game, and traveled all the way up to New Jersey. In all the years that I had lived, I had never been there, and I had always wanted to for some reason. We had the money in our family, something was just always keeping me back.
Continuing, after those years passed, it was Massachusetts for me. Those years went well. So much for small cities. But, I stuck it out and finally left.
By this point, I was thinking about going home. I missed them, but I knew once I got home, Alice would give the same message that I had to leave before I was happy.
So I gave it one more chance, and I headed to one more place. A small town in Wisconson, where I met a girl named Parker.