Disclaimer: Twilight may be the only thing I think about, but that doesn't mean I own it!
Sitting down in the fishing boat, I stared up at the clouds above. Even in the middle of summer, Forks had near to no sunshine. In fact, in the two weeks I'd been here, I'd seen only three days with sun. Charlie, or Dad as he preferred to be called, was sitting opposite me, fishing pole in hand. Beside him was Billy, fishing pole also in hand. I sighed.
"You ok Bells?" Charlie asked, and I shrugged in reply, looking at the landscape. I couldn't take it any longer.
This was definitely going to be my last summer in Forks.