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Chapter 2: Back to Forks

I was sprinting through the airport as my mother, Victoria, staggered behind. Once I reached my gate, and she caught her breath, she asked me the same question she has been asking me all month. "Jude, are you positive you want to go?" she asked still try to get he breathing under control.

"Yes mom, I really want to go," I urged.

I wasn't a very good liar. But I told this lie so frequently lately that it was starting to sound more and more convincing each time. I hugged my mom tightly as I heard the boarding call for my flight. Once I pulled away I could see her trying to hold back some tears. It took a lot not to roll my eyes at her. I knew she was scared but I was old enough to make my own choices. "Okay then. But call me and e-mail me once you get there," she sniffled.

I nodded my head and kissed her on the cheek they called my flight number again. I boarded the plain and was lucky enough to have the window seat. Two other ways sat next to me and we were off. It was about a two hour ride from Santa Barbra, California to Forks, Washington. I was going to Forks to live with my father Stuart. The last time I had seen him was when I was 12. I spent the summer with him and I never went back. Forks wasn't the place for me. I live in California and I was use to the sun, and the beaches. In Forks, it would always rain; even at summer time. I hated the rain, so I wasn't too excited to be going there. But that wasn't the only thing I wasn't too happy about.

Stuart and I had a very awkward relationship. It was not like we didn't love each other; it was just that we were two different people. Truthfully, we were strangers to each other. I was very close to my mother, but I had never actually spent "quality time" with Stuart enough to get to know him and vice versa.

The plane ride was a long two hours. Mostly because the guys next to me were trying to flirt with me and they were doing a horrible job. I put on my mp3 player and fell asleep listening to The Diary of Jane, by Breaking Benjamin.

The blonde headed guy shook me awake when the pilot announced we were landing. I turned off my mp3 as instructed and prepared to land in the no-sunshine town. Maybe I was making a mistake. After going through baggage claim I saw Stuart waiting for me by his '96 Oldsmobile. "Hey Jude!" he yelled over the crowd. I forced a smile and picked up my bag. I finally made it to his car as he popped open the trunk. I put my two bags in and Stuart gave me a gauche one-arm hug.

"Hey Stu-um, dad," I said uneasily. I wasn't allowed to call him Stuart to his face. That was going to take some getting use to. We went into the car and he put the radio on lightly. Everything I'm Not, by The Veronicas was playing. "So, how's your mom?" he inquired as we curved into the highway. I could tell he was still very much in love with my mom. For some reason it made me feel uncomfortable.

"She's fine," I answered flatly. The rest of the ride to Forks was pretty silent. Stuart didn't put much of his emotions out there. That's something that I had inherited from him. Both of us were very cautious about putting our emotions for everyone to see. I did not wear my heart on my sleeve to say the least. One thing I was wondering was about the car Stuart promised me. I figured he was trying to buy my affection or appreciation, but I didn't protest. "Dad, when are we going to get my car?" I asked slowly.

He looked over at me and smiled shyly. "It's already at the house. I bought it before you came," he said. What? How could he buy my car without me even picking one out? I looked at him a bit confused. He saw this and continued. "Do you remember Billy Spiederman? He use to go fishing with us." He said.

"Um, no, should I?" I asked.

"I figured not. Well, he had an old mustang. He was willing to sell it to me for cheap. I thought it was the perfect car for you."

"How old is it?"

Stuart turned away before looking back at the rode. I hope it isn't that bad.

"He bought it around the '70s."

"Is that when it was made?"

"No, it's a '67."

A '67? That's not old…that's ancient. I tried to smile and thanked him. Billy; now I remembered him. He was one of the Native Americans that lived on the reserves, right outside of Forks. I think it's called La Push. I also remember a snobby little brat named Vincent. Ugh, he was always tugging on my hair and pinching me. I hated him. I think he was a couple years younger than me.

We finally arrived at my new home and the Mustang in the driveway. My eyes lit up. It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. Actually, it was awesome.

"Dad! It's perfect!" I screeched as I stepped out of the car. It was baby blue, and had an odd odor. It smelled like stale french fries and Frebeeze. That could get out in no time. I sat in the driver's seat grinning like a kid in a candy shop. After my big scene with the mustang I took my bags and went to my new room. This I remembered too. My dad hadn't changed it since the last time I'd been here. It still had the purple walls and the wooden floor. My full size bed even had to same purple and blue bed set. The books on the shelves were collecting dust and the computer on my desk seemed like it wasn't being used for years. My favorite part of my room was the bay window with the window seat.

I put my bags on the bed and walked over to sit down. I looked out at the woods behind the house. There was so much green; so much rain. Ugh! This is going to take some getting used to. But I didn't think that was going to happen anytime soon. I got up and started to put my clothes in the closet and the drawers. One thing about Stuart was that he didn't hover. He left me alone, and I appreciated it very much. Once everything was in its rightful place I flopped down on my bed. This was it. This was my new home. Suddenly, I cried.

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