Forks

Yawn! I've been sleeping for hours in this van with my head against the window. Owww. My neck has such a total cramp. So here I am sitting in my parents Trailblazer, it's a Chevy car if you didn't know, waiting to get to this new house that my parents bought without my knowledge. I love my parents so much and I actually want to move unlike many teenage kids, but I don't like moving to the other side of the country. I'm a New Yorker by heart, but I guess this is the right choice for them right now. My parents are in a slump right now because of my older brother, Chace, passing away last year. It was pretty terrible, but that's why my mom really wanted to move. She really needed to get out of that house. I'd like to stop thinking about it though. I don't want to forget about him, but I'd like to forget what happened after he passed. I remember so much crying and screaming, it wasn't right. Anyway, back to the whole trip across the country thing. My mom's afraid of planes so we're stuck in a car for 5 days going cross-country. I personally don't mind it that much though except some of the states were hot from the heat of late August. The sights are beautiful. The plains, mountains, forests, and canyons are so amazing! I just listen to my iPod and look out the window.

I'm 17 by the way and my name is Emily. I have light brown shoulder length hair, hazel eyes, and I have a good sense of humor. I'm actually a twin and no, I don't have an identical twin sister. I have a twin brother and for all of you that think twins are all identical even if one is a boy and the other is a girl really need to pick up a book. Just for your information, I'm a fraternal twin. Okay? So have we gotten that straight? Good. My brother is pretty much the same as me except for the shoulder length hair and he has blue eyes. Anyway, my twin's name is Bobby and I also have an older sister at the age of 23. I don't think I have to tell you my twin's age. My sister is living with us; she thinks it will be hard to leave my parents in the state they are in. She's going to attend Washington State University to be near us.

Enough about my backdrop, I should tell you about where I'm going. I'm heading to a town called Forks. It's in the state of Washington. You know, the state in the far northwest corner. Why are we going to a town unknown to the world when we were living in New York? I don't know. So I asked my parents and they said that they knew a family that lived in Forks. Hopefully they have a kid that goes to my school. Oh yes, let's bring up school too. I'm starting a new school year in a new school senior year. Can you just see how fun that's going to be?

"Emily, EMILY, EMILY!" I looked up from my iPod to see my mom staring at me. Darn, I was just getting to the good part of a Blink 182 song. I pressed the pause button.

"Yeah, what's up mom?"

"We're 5 minutes away from the house so get your shoes on and get ready to unload the back of the truck."

More fun, I thought. I slipped on my black converse and pressed play again although I really didn't need to because the car suddenly stopped.

"We're here!" my dad said trying to wake up my brother. My brother woke up and looked at me and we both sighed.

"We're here!" we both said sarcastically and then laughed.

I stepped out of the car with my backpack on. Wow. This house isn't too shabby. It was a yellow 2-story house with a porch wrapping around the front. Other then the house all I saw was a very green forest behind, next to, and across the street, from our house. I guess I did hear Forks was a wet, cold place. I better get used to it. We walked inside and the dining room was to the right and the living room to the left. I went through a hallway to the kitchen and den. Everything was pretty nice. Now how about the rooms? I dropped my bags and ran upstairs. I heard my brother running after me, I guess he caught on to what I was doing. I wasn't going to check the master bedroom; I already knew that was for my parents. I went to bedroom facing out towards the front and immediately loved it. There was a window seat and the walls were green and there was a walk-in closet. My parents knew that I would love this room.

After moving in, I got ready for school the next day. I know what your thinking. Why would we move in the day before school starts? To tell you the truth I don't know.

School

I ate my breakfast this morning like a good girl. I had Cheerios. Go me! Anyway, my sister drove both Bobby and me to school. My birthday was coming up and I was hoping for my own car. Hopefully. We both separated because his classes were on the other side of the school. Whoever set up our schedules was cruel. I started to walk to the front of the building; my converse was making squeaky sounds from the wet ground. I looked up from my schedule to see that almost everyone that passed by me was looking at me. Hopefully I didn't look too bad. I wore skinny jeans, converse, black t-shirt, with a white jacket. Whatever, I just want to find my class. I looked back down at my schedule and kept walking and then I hit a wall.

"Oww!" I said. My bag fell and some of my notebooks fell out. I must have looked so stupid. I hit a wall on the first day of school. That's going to be a great story to tell the grandchildren. I looked up and in fact it wasn't a wall. It was this really big guy. I know, I'm pretty vague but that's my first thought.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I normally don't bump into people." He picked up my bag and my books for me. He looked at me and I was just stunned. His face was perfect. He was pale with dark short curly hair. He had golden eyes that locked you into his gaze. He was big but muscular big. He was tall and wide and you just wanted to give him a teddy bear hug. I shook my head to get out of my daze.

"Oh it's okay. I can't say that I don't bump into people normally. Actually I do it a lot," I said smiling. He handed me my bag and I said, "Thanks."

He smiled at me, "So you're new here, aren't you?"

"Yeah, is it obvious. People keep looking at me."

"Well you're a little bit tanner than everyone else, you have a better style of clothes, and well you're prettier than most girls around here. I'm guessing the girls glaring at you think you're a threat to them."

I blushed, "Well that really helps. Can you guess where I'm from too?"

"Well that's a buck extra," he said smiling.

"Ohhh really. Well how about I just tell you my name?"

He looked as though he was actually thinking it over, "Hmmm… okay."

"My name's Emily," I said extending my hand towards him.

"My name's Emmett," he said taking my hand up to his lips and kissing it.

Wow he's good, I thought. RINGGG. "What was that?" I asked hoping that it didn't mean I was late.

"Oh that's the 3 minute bell."

"Oh I better get going then, I have to go to the office too. It's been nice bumping into you Emmett. Hopefully we have classes together." I smiled at him and turned to leave. I was at the front door to the building when I heard him yelling from the same place I left him.

"Oh Emily!"

I turned around smiling; I yelled back, "What?"

"New York." I was confused at first. Then I smiled, he guessed right.