EPOV
I looked up at the tall brick building that towered over all the students as I made my way to the office. So this was my new school, in my new life.
I moved to Forks after I came home one day to find my mother lying dead on the living room couch. An overdose. That was what the paramedics had said. It wasn't true, but only I seemed to think that, even my father didn't believe me. I sighed at the memory. Not today, I said to myself. Not on the first day.
I went through the movements of going to get my class schedule and making my way down the halls to my first class, Art.
It wasn't until that moment that I noticed I hadn't seen Alice this morning. Alice was my twin sister, I called her pixie as a pet name, she was tiny and her spiky hair was always in a cute little sparkly hair band. She was my best friend and we told each other everything, no matter what. Some people didn't realise we were twins. It was because of our height difference and the colour of our hair. I was 5''8 and had bronze hair; on the other hand Alice was a minute 4''10 and had jet black hair. We had always found it fun to watch people's expressions when they found out. The shock never really did get old. I hadn't seen her since last night before I went to bed. I started to get worried about her as I entered the classroom.
I gave my teacher-Mr McTavish-my slip and he gave me my school books in return. I sat down at my desk, but not before almost tripping on a table leg. I was such a klutz. The class was given a mirror each and we were all told to draw self portraits and were left to it. I picked my pencil and began.
My name was Edward Anthony Mason. I was 17 years old and now lived with my dad, Dr James Mason, who worked at the local hospital. My mother's name was Renee and I had recently lived with her in Phoenix, Arizona. After the funeral my dad had showed up to help Alice and I pack. We didn't own very much that we had wished to bring with us so most of our belongings ended up in the bin.
The car ride from the airport was awkward with James; I hadn't spoken with him since I was 10 because he and my mum had never really got on after the divorce. Alice hadn't spoken very much since mum died. Even I, the one person she told everything, could only get one word answers from her. After a few days I decided to leave her alone and see if time would heal her. I could only hope she would start to speak properly soon. James did his best to make small talk but he was really bad at it, of course he started with apologising for the rain, the constant rain. Forks was always wet, it was known for its 340 days of rain a year average.
When we got to the house he showed me and Alice to our rooms and left us to unpack. My room hadn't changed, apart from a new desk put in the corner for school work.
That night I couldn't get to sleep. My dreams scared me. Ever since that day I found my mother on a couch I kept having nightmares. It was always the same dream. I would be in my mum's car, driving at an illegal pace to get somewhere, the thing was I never knew where I was heading, only that I had to get there in time. But before I got there a truck would pull out and I would crash. I would lunge up from my bed every night and find myself covered in sweat, panting heavily. I stayed awake all that night and thought of my first day. I knew nothing could get much worse than a dead mother, no friends, and a life that was spiralling downwards till I hit the bottom.