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Chapter Two

I stared out of my mom's car window as nothing but green zoomed passed us. By now I would've killed to get out of the car because mom decided that it would be good for us to spend the thirty-eight hour drive from Michigan to Washington as time to talk. One hour of that time was actually spent on either of us talking to each other. The rest of it was spent on me listening to the iPod my dad had bought me be before he died and trying not to cry. Mom had spent the time listening to country music and talking to her parents in german, which I understood for the most part.

I felt a tugging at my ear as my mom yanked one of my buds out of my ears to speak. "We're almost there." She smiled, but never took her concentration off of the road. I could tell though that her eyes had gone down on the puffiness level, not so much on the red level.

"Great," I mumbled snatching the wire connected to the bud, sticking it securely back into my ear. I placed my head back on the glass window just in time to read a sign that said 'Welcome to Forks, population: 3,120'. Great, I was moving to a place named after a utensil with a population that put my last cities to shame. I groaned inwardly and softly banged my head against the glass window as we started to drive through the damp town.

Out of courtesy, respect, intrigue, I don't know what, I plucked the phones out of my ears, shutting my iPod off. I sighed, just loud enough for her to hear, and turned my body around to face the windshield. We drove past the buildings, the houses, the street signs that led to other streets, the people and onto a single road surrounded by nothing but forest. That's when I started to remember the place called Forks.

Yes, I had been here before, but I didn't remember the name. It had been when I was around six or seven; we were only here for two days. I closed my eyes, leaning my head against the headrest letting the memory wash over me. Dad and I were on a beach, it was raining but we didn't care. His hand was holding tightly onto mine as we ran along the shore of the beach as the waves crashed into his body so the they wouldn't feel as harsh on my small, fragile one. I was looking up at him with adoration as we laughed loudly. I loved him so much. He was the greatest person I knew, then and now.

I opened my eyes as the car came to a stop. I snapped my head up so fast that my neck cracked causing me to wince in pain. I rubbed my neck, looking over at my mom who was biting her lower lip, trying not to giggle. I rolled my eyes, she could be immature sometimes, but I loved her.

"I'm glad that my physical pain amuses you, mother dearest." I glared at her before stepping out of the car. She didn't like being called 'mother dearest', something about a movie she used to watch. I don't know, but I do know that it got her aggravated and that was my current goal.

"Don't call me that Aanjay!" She yelled after me, snatching the keys out of the ignition and storming out of the car. She had been stomping her feet on the now dirt road, but that was before her eyes had landed on our new house. She stopped suddenly, her finger pointed at me and her mouth opened, ready to start yelling, before turning towards the new house. "Wow," was all she could breathe out. "John sure knows how to pick them, doesn't he?" She asked nudging me with her shoulder.

I shrugged my shoulders, turned around and opened the car door to open the trunk to get the rest of what the movers hadn't brought. I picked up the bags in the trunk, turned around to face the new place I would call home for the next two years of my life. The entire outside was made out of wood, it had a finish on it that gave it a shine even without a sun to shine down on it. The house had two stories, the first story consisted of a spacious front porch, ten windows and a red wood door. The second story had a window that popped out, a bay window, it was a adorned with a black wood roof, and it had no chimney so no sign of a fireplace; that would take some getting used to.

"It's made out of wood." I shook my head as I walked past her. "So, if there's a forest fire," I turned back towards her still walking, "we'll be the first to die." I threw my arms out making her shake her head.

"Aanjay," I heard her sigh as I turned around and walked up the porch steps, waiting for her to come and unlock the door.

"You coming?" I asked looking over my shoulder to see her digging through the trunk.

"Yep," She hollered, "give me just a second." She pulled a couple more duffel bags out, throwing them on the ground, before pulling herself out of the trunk. She adjusted her shirt and her pants before bending over to pick up the bags, making her way over to me very slowly. She dug in her pocket with her free hand and found the new house key, that she would soon have to make copies of for me, and unlocked the door. She kicked it opened and grinned again. "It's even better in here." She beamed.

Inside the wood was just as dark as it was outside and it was all over the place; we'd defiantly would be toast if a fire decided to strike the little town of Forks. The movers had arranged the couch so its back was to our left while a chair was the closest thing to us and another chair was across from that one, and a coffee table was in the middle. They decided a TV should be placed in front of the couch, so that's where that went. On the right of us was an entertainment center, a bookshelf, a couple nightstands, and a few lamps.

"It looks like a magazine." I mumbled under my breath.

"John said that you get the whole top half to yourself. Well, with my consent, and I'm consenting so . . ." She smiled, trailing off. "I think you need your space, now more then anything."

"Thanks, mom." I smiled at her, dropping my bags before walking over to her and hugging her. Yes, she got on my nerves and she sometimes didn't have a clue but that could describe anybody. She trusted me like no other person, even if I didn't deserve it, and she cared about me. Even at times like this when I was being a wench to her when she was going through the same thing. "I love you, so much."

"I love you, too, sweetheart." My mom whispered in my ear. "Why don't you go see if you like see how the movers set it up?" She said pulling away from me with a smile on her face. "Oh, you're going to need this." She went back into her pocket and found another key. This one looked like more of an antique key, it was stained black and felt weird in between my soft fingers. "It's for your room."

"Thanks." I smiled back before turning around, picking my bags back up and heading upstairs to my own little apartment. As soon as I got to the top of the stairs a smile found its way to my face.

The first thing that you noticed was bookshelves, ten bookshelves filled with my books that I have collected over the years of my life. Then you would turn to the the left and you would come face to face with a wall, a wall lined with a desk with a computer, lamp, chair and a picture. My breath got caught in my throat as I slowly walked over to it. I watched as my pale, long fingers grabbed the delicate frame as the familiar sensation of tears started to come on. My other hand came up and traced the face of the man in the picture as I sighed. I clenched my jaw, shutting my eyes as hard as I could before slamming the picture down.

I dropped the bags out of my hands and turned around and faced another wall across the room that had another desk, but not just any desk, my desk. I bit my lip before squealing and running over to it. I hugged it the best I could and sat down at the chair that was pulled up to it. How I missed this hunk of wood. I never knew you could miss a non-living, non-breathing thing, but I had, and I felt like the biggest dork in the world for it. I ran my hand over its intricate designs, the little angel in the corner where the flat top meets the corner. I sighed and hugged it again. Now I needed to go see my room.

I got up in such a rush that I almost fell back down into the chair but I pushed that want away and ran to the door down the only hallway, fumbling for the key before I got there. I unlocked the door and swung it open, the handle banging loudly on the wood when it came in contact with it. Inside was my bed with my green comforter and the blanket that I had came home in from the hospital with. My dresser was there, my clothes, my make-up, my movies, my everything was there. It was like I didn't leave anywhere.

I smiled, running over to my bed and jumping on it, for once, glad to here it's squeak underneath me. I sighed happily while taking my baby blanket into my hands, bringing it up to my face so I could smell it. I had been lost without, especially for dad's funeral. In the years, it had become more of a security blanket then anything. I rarely went places without and yes, I knew people made fun of me for it but I could care less. It was one of the few things that made me feel safe anymore.

I stretched, my muscles liking the feeling of the strain, before I let out a loud yawn. I sat up, I had things to do before I fell asleep, even if that sounded like the best thing to do. I yawned again, this time a little less noise came with it. I walked over to the bay window that I spotted from the outside and smiled, I had always wanted one of these. I sat down and opened the glass pane letting the cool breeze caress my skin. Maybe it was going to start raining again. I shrugged, if it did start raining, I would shut the window. Maybe.

I walked back out of my room and down the stairs to find my mom. I think she would be just as thrilled about the whole desk thing as me because the last thing we knew dad had it locked up in a storage shed because we didn't have any more room in our little house. I finally reached the end of the steps and looked around for her, no where.

"Mom," I called out, but she didn't answer. She was probably outside petting a mountain lion. I laughed softly stepping out onto the porch, but then my laughter and humor died. There was a guy leaning up against a red pick-up truck with his big tree trunk arms around my mom.

"Yeah, it's been a long time, I wish it was on different circumstances." A deep, bass voice vibrated through the trees.

"Me, too, John." Mom sighed getting tears in her eyes. So the douche was John.

"How is Aanjay taking it?" I guess they didn't notice me standing on the porch close by them.

"Why don't you ask her herself?" I asked walking up to them, keeping my sight on John.

"Aanjay," They both said with smiles on.

"I thought you got lost up there." My mom continued. "You were up there for an hour."

"No, I was just trying not to fall asleep." I looked at her for a split second before looking back at the guy.

"Do you remember me?" John asked softly. I didn't, not really. But his black hair, light brown eyes, and facial features reminded me of someone; my father. It made me fill up with something I couldn't direct to anyone else. Hate.

"No." I spat before turning on my heel and walking into the house.

End Note: Whoosh, no Aanjay is not always so bitchy she's just feels like in this chapter because the writer, AKA me, wants her to feel like that. Well, I hoped you guys enjoyed. You read, now you review! =P
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