Chapter Three
I had my next class, English with Dana as well and Physics after that too, then we went to lunch together with Jessica and Angela.
"So, Danica—" Jessica began.
"Dana," Dana corrected.
"Right. So what's it like in Canada? Is it cold?"
Dana laughed. "It's just the same as here, except less rain and more snow in the winter."
"But doesn't it, like, snow all the time there?"
"No, no. It actually gets very hot in the summer. It only snows in winter."
"How hot is very hot?"
"Well I'm not too great when it comes to Fahrenheit but it got to fifty degrees Celsius one year."
Angela grabbed her calculator and typed something in. "That's almost 122 degrees!" she exclaimed.
"Damn that's hot!" Jessica pronounced.
"Is it?" Dana asked almost sarcastically.
"Well the human body is about 96.7 so yeah," said Angela. "That's about 36 Celsius."
"Yeah, massive heat wave, power outages all over Muskoka. People couldn't go outside it was so hot."
"So where did you live exactly?" asked Angela.
"A little town called Huntsville. I lived so far out in the middle of nowhere, my foster mom had to drive me three miles to find a school bus that could take me into town. I had three acres of forest for my back yard and one time a bear got in our trash."
"That must have been terrifying," said Jessica, fascinated.
"Not really," said Dana. "We were in the house and it only wanted our trash. It was gone by morning."
"So what brings you to Forks?" I asked.
"Well, my foster mom had a mid-life crisis and uprooted her husband and myself and moved to Seattle. Then between my mom's inattention and my dad's drinking habits, the courts took me from them and moved me to a group home in Port Angeles, but since there's no schools there, they gave me a list of schools in the area and told me to pick one. I picked Forks High because it's small. I like small schools."
"Wow," said Jessica. She struck gold with this one. "How did you end up living with your foster parents?"
"My real parents... Well one day my dad just vanished, nobody knows what happened to him, he just disappeared without a trace. Then about a month after dad went missing, my mom was attacked by something. I was at school when it happened."
"What attacked her?"
"Nobody knows. I was supposed to identify the body. Some animal tore her throat out."
Dana shivered. It was like she was uncomfortable with sharing this but in need of doing so.
"How old were you?" asked Angela.
"Eight."
"What a horrible thing to happen to someone so young!" Angela cried.
"Yeah... well now you know my life story. I'm pretty messed up, are you sure you still wanna be my friend?"
So that's what it was; she wanted people to know how messed up she was, to warn them before they make a commitment to being her friend.
"Of course we'll be your friend!" I said. "Why would you think we wouldn't"
Jessica and Angela nod in agreement.
Dana smiled. "Thanks guys."
A/N: R&R