I awoke to the sound of rain against the windows. I sighed heavily. Another dreary and monotonous day of existence in Forks. I could hardly believe my life. Everyone's nice to me, my dad bought me a car and three plus boys have already thrown themselves at me after being here for just two days. I decided that I could not go on any longer so I took some rope from the basement and trudged back up to my room. I was just about to prepare the noose when I realised that I had forgot how to tie that particular knot despite the fact that I had taken knot tying classes the summer previous. I walked over to my desk, tripping on the way as I am a klutzy awkward person synonymous with so many other teenage girls. I logged onto the internet and waited for it to dial up. It was taking so long that I walked downstairs to the kitchen to get a bowl of cereal. I took it back upstairs to find that the internet still hadn't connected. I ate my cereal slowly, savouring every bite of my last meal of Bi-Lo cornflakes. I sighed inwardly at Charlies taste in cheap, inexpensive and economical breakfast options. Once the internet had hooked up I found that I could not access any websites as there were too many pop-ups. I cursed my father silently and decided to leave him out of the suicide note. Not knowing what to do, I looked around the house for other implements that may assist me with my termination. Finally I came across my fathers' shotgun, but it had no bullets. I exhaled noisily, that's just my luck. I looked for the bullets in the kitchen drawer, but no luck. I decided to look upstairs in Charlie's room, then the basement, then the kitchen again. Frustrated at the multifaceted complexity of my issue, I collapsed onto my bed face first and buried my face into my pillow. My long brown hair cascaded around my head and onto my shoulders. It smelled of strawberries. God I'm beautiful and unique.