[four]

The morning was gray, and it reminded me of my mother.

You may ask why, such a simple thing would trigger a memory, but this is how I think. The spirals of memory twisting in my mind clash constantly, and flashbacks are common.

I stared at my mom as she sang me our song, her gray eyes sparkling with starlight, a universe of its own. The song is my lullaby, the one my father sang to me the night before he was killed.

There is something about this song that is calming and exhilarating; charming and harming; beautiful and painful. It itself is in one tranquility and anxiousness. Unshed tears brim my eyes at these thought and I shake myself to focus.

The morning is gray, the ground unseen through tangible fog. There is a canopy of green in the center of the skyline, the trees whispering their song as they shake the late night rain and the early morning dew. The sky turns royal blue and pink and purple at the presence of the sunrise, the moon falling under the horizon. I stay by the window a few more seconds, making sure I caught the last rays of sunrise, capturing the sight and holding it to my soul.

I sigh and turn away, hurriedly getting ready for my first day of a nightmare on earth, hoping against hope that there was at least one descent person at Forks High School who doesn't live by the ways of prejudice.

I get dressed; pack up my bag with journals and books to spare, put on my quarter bag. I skip breakfast as usual, and pick up my keys and put them in my pocket. I say bye to Charlie on the way out, and he looks at me strangely.

"Don't you want me to take you?"

"I like to walk…" I trail off, wondering if he'll let me.

"It'll probably rain, you might get sick." He got up, as if getting ready to take me.

"No, it's fine, I'm prepared." I motion to my raincoat, boots, and umbrella. "Besides, I walked to and from school everyday before…" I trail off once again, not wanting to finish the sentence.

"Okay, but be careful." Charlie said, giving in. "I'm having home inspector come today, so they might go into your room, they're not supposed to touch your stuff, so if anything has been moved when you get home, just call me, my number is on the fridge."

I nod and turn to leave. Shutting the front door behind me. Seeing the sky had returned to gray, I sigh and start walking.

I walk into the main office twenty minutes later, the school just opening. The lady at the front desk is sipping coffee, with thick make-up on, and her hair slightly damp. She smiled at me and beckoned for me to step forward. She gave me my schedule and a map, then shooed me off to class.

I walked fast, not wanting it to seem okay for people to come up and make conversation. There weren't much people anyway, so I didn't really have much to worry about. Until later.