Chapter Two
My hair blew behind me, like the trail on a comet, a river of flowing brown silk.
I snorted at my poetic thoughts. What had gotten into me?
I pushed down harder on the accelerator as I sped past the 'Welcome to Forks' sign. My Ferrari complied, going well past the speed limit.
The radio was blaring R'n'B music obnoxiously, and I loved it. I'd never felt so free in my life. Now that I'd left Australia and my mother behind, things felt a bit easier.
Forks was a rather small town in Washington and by looking at it, it was obvious. The town centred around the main road where a small supermarket, hospital, hotel, bowling alley and high school resided on either side.
Residential properties were behind them, all smallish and boring-looking.
I grimaced. I thought America was supposed to be cool and stylish? I snorted again. The town was named after an eating utensil.
People stared as I sped through the town towards the one, icky hotel they had.
Parking swiftly, I got out, smoothed my hair and jeans and went inside.
The hotel was worse than I thought it would be. The walls were covered in brown (of all colours) wallpaper and the floors were carpeted in cream shagpile, with suspicious green splodges.
It was dark inside as well, with only one bare light bulb in the reception area ceiling.
The lady behind the old wooden counter smiled a rotten toothy smile as she saw me approach.
"Good morning Miss, would you like to book a room?" She asked in a nasally voice. My hyper sensitive ears protested.
I smiled slightly, trying to be polite.
"Yes thank you." I said.
She grinned, showing off her collection of teeth she still had.
"What's yer name darlin' and how would you like to pay?" She screeched.
"I'll pay in cash." I paused.
"The name's Swan. Isabella Swan."
