Bella's POV
I hate transfers, I really do. But what can I do about it? Nothing, that's what. I don't make the rules, unfortunately...
I had to transfer to the little town of Forks. Forks, Washington. Where it's always sunny and it never rains.
Yea right. It's pretty much the total opposite. I've been down here for less than a day and I can already tell I'm going to hate this place. But, as the voices in my head(aka my boss) would say "Your not here to enjoy life, your here to work. Work, work, work!"
Those stupid little annoying sons of a bi-
"Welcome to McDonalds, may I take your order?"
Crap, what did i want? "Yea can I have a medium fries and a small diet coke, please?
As I waited for my food, I focused on my server's head as he walked around behind the counter. gathering food and handing it to other customers. I focused on the spot above his head and the blue numbers appeared.
.51.29.19
Years, months, days, hours, minutes, seconds, millisecond. That's what the numbers represented. That was the amount of time he had left until he died. He looked to be about 20. So, he was going to die around age 57? That's not that bad, I guess. I would have-
"Miss!"
"What?" I asked in confusion.
'Are you okay?" The server asked, waving a hand infront of my face.
"Yeah, sorry." I walked away with my food, but when I turned around, the blue numbers were gone.
