A/N: I haven't updated in a while. School is slowly killing me. And this is a really short chapter. But I just needed to do something. Please don't cyber-kick me…
"Well….. Edward, what's the name of the book you needed?"
"Um, I think it's called…….oh, I forgot. I'll just come back next time, really." And without another word, he walked out of the store at a brisk pace.
In less than ten minutes, three people ran away from me. This really cannot be good for my weak self esteem.
I was left standing there, completely taken aback at what just happened. Why did he leave so abruptly? There had to be some reason. Was a he friend of Jessica and Lauren? It seemed unlikely, but with all that happened this morning, not entirely impossible. So I decided to let it go and to stop thinking about the beautiful boy I just (sort of) met. Well, that didn't exactly work out.
Only a few minutes after Edward ran out did it finally sink in that he mentioned his name was Cullen. Cullen. But he couldn't be Esme's son, could he? I mean she mentioned a while ago that she had children, but none of them ever came around the store since I've worked here. I just assumed that they were very young, because Esme was only in her twenties. I was going to start eleventh grade at the only high school in the entire town in about a week, so maybe I would see them there. Yep, Forks was that small. And, unsurprisingly, it hasn't changed a bit during my absence.
I moved here all the way from Phoenix, when my mom got re-married to Phil. He is now striving to succeed in the world of minor league baseball, and my mom decided to follow him. That's where Charlie came into the picture.
My dad wasn't a very significant figure in my life since my parents divorced 8 years ago, but I could see how happy he was whenever I visited Forks every summer, and I knew he wouldn't have a problem with me coming back to live there. Although Charlie had always lived simply, without much luxury, he was able to provide everything I needed and it actually turned out that we were very much alike. Both of us were naturally quiet and introverted, which made it so easy to get along and understand each other. Or at least it was easier than communicating with Renee. When I talked to her, it was like trying to explain something to a child who had no interest in what I was saying. A child hyped up on caffeine. But I loved her. She had such a naturally endearing personality, that it was difficult not to.
So I ended up back here, in Forks. The town of perpetual rain and fog. But I was determined to make some friends this time around.
I guess one could say that my social experience left something to be desired. And that would be a complement. In Phoenix, I was a bit of a loner. Not because I didn't want to make friends, or that I was bullied. I just wasn't ever able to connect with people the way I do with my books. Juliet is so predictable. And Rochester keeps it all hidden. With them, I knew what to expect. It doesn't work that way in reality. And as I drove my aging, rust-red truck on the way to Forks High School, I realized that, probably nothing would change this year. I probably wouldn't make new friends…but it couldn't hurt to cross my fingers, right?
"Ah!" I exclaimed loudly, as my car skidded a few yards further than it should have, considering the speed at which I was driving.
Sure. Maybe I would get lucky and somehow strike up a friendship. First, though, I'd have to get to school alive and in one piece. A job that was, admittedly, always pretty difficult. But the dumb rain sure wasn't making it any easier.
A/N (#2): Ok. I know the length/actual quality of this chapter probably disappointed you. Well, me too. But please don't dump me, faithful readers! I pinky-promise that the next one will redeem the story. I am not going to quit!