Chapter 2: Leaving and Creepy hotel desk guys
"Bye Phil." I said hugging my step-father goodbye. I ignored Rènee, and walked out the door. I ran to my black Audi. I opened the door, and jumped onto the seat. I put the key in the ignition, tuned the radio to my favorite rock station, and pulled out of the driveway without looking back at the house I'd called home for the last four years of my life.
I had been on the road for hours, and my eyes felt heavy. I found the closet hotel, and pulled into the parking lot. I saw that it was one of those expensive hotels, and was instantly glad that Phil had given me my own platinum card, with an unlimited sending amount, for my birthday. I walked through the revolving doors, and saw an oily skinned, acne covered, gum chewing, and geeky looking teenage boy sitting behind the front desk. Great, I just had to pull in here? I walked uncomfortably to the desk.
"Hi, uh how…how can I help you." He stuttered nervously. He had bad breath too. "One room, one bed, and charge it." I stated. "Right away Miss." He said, quickly jumping up to do what I asked. "Here you go. There's a little note written on the receipt for you." He winked at me. I resisted the urge to gag, and almost ran from the front desk to the elevator. Just out of curiosity I turned the receipt over and read what it said. 'Hey pretty girl, call me for a lot of fun.' Underneath it he had scrawled his phone number. I started laughing so hard I fell to my knees. I heard the elevator 'ding' signaling that it had reached my floor. I sobered up and walked to my hotel room.
Ten minutes later, I fell into the hotel's soft warm bed. I fell asleep almost instantly. The peace of sleep didn't last long though. The room's phone began to ring. I reached over, and picked it up. "Hello?" I snapped, frustrated that my sleep had been interrupted. "Hey pretty, why didn't you call me?" I glared at the piece of plastic in my hand. "Why would I? Now leave me alone or I'll tell your manager you are disturbing me." I declared. All I heard in reply was the dial tone.
When I was checking out the next morning, the geeky kid from last night blew me a kiss. I quickly returned my room keys and ran to my car. I peeled out of the parking lot so fast you could hear the tires squeal. I was just to happy to be getting out of there. I hate creepy hotel desk guys. They are really strange. I concentrated on the road, and watching all the signs advertising different places go by. I couldn't be happier when I finally saw the sign I was desperate to see. 'Welcome to Forks' I was finally home.