When I got to the front desk, the reception lady looked up. "Hello, dear. How can I help you?"
I smiled at her, and calmly explained my situation. She leaned over the desk to look at my injury, her eyes widening. "Oh, dear. We'll get you a doctor soon, could you go with Harriet for now, thanks?"
She called for Harriet, a nurse who escorted me to a room, where I waited for about 5 minutes.
The door opened, and a tall, blonde man entered. "Sydney Swan , is it?" He asked with a voice like silk. I nodded. "I'm Dr. Carlisle Cullen. I see you fell in the forest. Can I see the wound?"
I lifted my leg up to show him the cut. He inspected it carefully. "What were you doing in the forest, Ms Swan?"
I chuckled, "I was walking. My dad and his friend Billy were freaking me out."
"Your dad, Charlie? The police officer?" I nodded again.
He straightened up, looking at me directly. "Well, you don't need stitches. I'll just clean it up for you, and you should be all good to go." He said with a charming smile. This man was ridiculously attractive.
As he got out the antiseptic lotion, I started getting a little nervous. When my mom used to do this, it stung really bad. So I started a conversation with Dr. Cullen.
"So, are you married, Dr. Cullen?"
He nodded, "Yes, my wife's name is Esme."
"That's a beautiful name."
"She's a beautiful woman."
"And do you have any children?"
Again, he nodded. "I have five."
I raised my eyebrows. He didn't look old enough to have anymore than two kids.
"They're all adopted." He explained, seeing my confusion. "My wife can't have children of her own, but she still wanted kids. You should see them at Forks High. They all go there."
"I'll look out for them. What are they're names?"
"Alice, Emmet, Jasper, Rosalie and Edward. They usually stick together. You can't really miss them."
I looked down to my leg, and he was already applying some kind of cream to my leg.
"Well," He said in that beautiful voice of his and a smile that was twice as beautiful, "you're all done. Just be more careful out in the forest by yourself, okay?"
I smiled and nodded. I had almost lost the ability to speak, his smile had taken the words out of my mouth.
And with that, I walked out the door. And found myself in a tiny store in the town. It was a camera store. Which is perfect, because I love photography. My walls aren't visible because of all that pictures I stick on them.
I took a look around the shop, and soon bumped into a teenage girl. "Hi." I said, always being the one to start a conversation. She just smiled shyly at me. "So, you like photography?" She nodded.
This girl was frustrating me. Why wouldn't she say anything?
"I do too. Nice to meet you, I'm Sydney Swan." I held my hand out to shake. She shook it and I could just pick up her faintly mumbling, "Angela Weber."
"So, I'm new and I don't have any friends..." I hinted, looking up at her through my eyelashes. She smiled, "How 'bout I show you around. Although, there's not much to show." I eagerly nodded. "Then I promise you can go do whatever you want."
She looked into my eyes, I could feel her staring at me. "Ok. Let's go, Chief Jnr." She replied, smirking mischievously.
Oh, right. Great. My Dad is like the Regina George of Forks. Except without all the bitchiness and teenage girl hormones. Just the popularity bit. Everyone knows him. Let's just hope no one else calls me that, that... atrocious name. Oh God. Don't tell anyone I compared my Dad to Regina George from Mean Girls.
"I can see we'll need to set out some ground rules." I clenched my fists, making Angela laugh.
We walked around town for a while, looking at the ten shops that were in Forks City. Angela said we'd have to go to Port Angeles one weekend. I think we were getting along very well. We had quite a bit in common, yet we were very different. I think with a little work, I could turn her into a more outspoken person. Cool, I'll be like Hitler II.
