I am not even sure when I'd closed my
eyes, but suddenly my Dad's voice penetrated the silence. 'We're going to
unload the car, you can start with your own stuff.' I didn't open my eyes yet,
though, still hoping that when I would, I would be back in Los Angeles. Home
sickness overwhelmed me as I thought of the beaches, the sun, the city that was
always bustling. Opening my eyes, however, I found that I was still in Forks
and the depressing reality of my life came rushing back to me. I stepped out of
the car, feeling as miserable as is physically possible, and slammed the door
When I opened the trunk, somehow one of the bags fell down and ended with a plop in a pool of water. Fantastic. Not only was it one of the bags that contained my own stuff, the bag also caused a mini tsunami, effectively soaking my left leg to the bone. Mumbling some profanities, I picked it up and, along with another one of my bags, carried it into the house. I didn't take the effort of bringing them up to my room, instead I just dropped them in the hallway, hoping someone would at least trip over them and break something. Preferably my mother, as she was the reason we were now in this God-forsaken place.
I just reached the car in time to see a moving van stop in front of the house. Deciding this was my cue to get out of the way, I got my rain coat and put it down on the damp grass. Sitting down on it, I watched with amusement as my parents and some men from the van carried our furniture inside. I used to have a double bed in LA, but I suppose I shouldn't complain about my new, single bed, as I would be highly surprised if even that would fit into my room.
Suddenly, as if God thought my day wasn't miserable enough as it was, I felt a drop of rain on my arm. Great, just what I needed. In just a couple of minutes, the few splashes of rain had turned into a massive shower, so I put on my coat and went to sit underneath the tree. Although it didn't help much – as the branches were so far apart that they hardly formed any cover – I decided to stay where I was. It didn't matter much anymore anyway, as my hair was already plastered to my back and I was soaked up until my underwear. Just great.
'Hey,' it sounded from the other side of the tree.
I really didn't need to turn around to know it was Veronica sitting next to me. So I didn't. I merely watched as my mother came out of the house, her hands above her head in a weak attempt to shelter herself from the rain, probably searching for us. The idea of calling her, so she wouldn't have to search, came to me, but I decided it was her own fault we came to this crappy place and thus deserved every bit of rain that was coming her way. Unfortunately, of course, my sister wasn't as much of crappy daughter as I was and called her.
'I think this will take a while, certainly with this rain and all, so if you like you can go to the supermarket and get something for dinner.' She still had her hands above her head, although she was already soaked.
'Sure, because of course I'd love to go and search for a supermarket in a village I have never been when the rain is pouring out of the sky like this.'
Catching up on my sarcasm – which was rare for her, I tell you – she turned to my sister. 'Why don't you take the car, it's not far from here.'
My sister, being the perfect daughter that she was, of course nodded and took the money and keys Mom handed her. Sprinting to the car, she got in and quickly drove off.
Honestly, I wonder until this very day how she could stand herself, but I guess I will never really know. My sister and I really could have been born to two different mothers, as we had absolutely nothing in common. Dear heavens, I could only hope..
I pulled up my legs to my chest and looked at the rain that fell. With every drop that fell from the branch above my head onto my knee, I repeated the words in my head, as if it was some sort of mantra. I hate Forks. I hate Forks. I hate Forks. God, I was effectively driving myself insane. Since I was getting wet anyway, I decided I might as well find myself some entertainment – if there was any.
Getting up, I stuffed my hands in the pockets of my raincoat, where they were met with the familiar feel of my phone. Pulling out some earphones from another pocket, I carefully slid the wire beneath my jacket – as electrocuting myself on my very first day wasn't exactly on top of my bucket list – and then clicked on play.
I sauntered away from the house, my eyes fixed on the ground beneath my feet. Without a clue as to where I was going, I made my way through the many, similar looking streets of Forks. It didn't take long before I had found what seemed to be the center of the small town. There was a supermarket, a coffee shop and a hairdresser. It was quite pathetic compared to Los Angeles, but I guess that wasn't so different from everything else in this town. The orange strings of what once were bangs were plastered against my face, blocking my vision to the extent that I could barely make out the familiar, grey Audi that was parked in front of the supermarket.
Although I was eager to get out of the cold wetness, I was not really looking forward to having to go grocery shopping with my big sister. We both knew that doing things together was a recipe for disaster, especially when it came to making decisions. Veronica and I, we were truly like fire and ice and I still waited for the day that Mom would tell me I was adopted. Once again, I could only hope.
I sighed, wiping some of the strings of hair from my face and then proceeded walking. Soon I reached something that was supposed to resemble a school. I say supposed, because it looked absolutely nothing like it. In LA, my high school had been a large, modern building with internet on all computers. Forks High School was a collection of small, ancient looking buildings and I highly doubted they would have even heard of internet, let alone have computers that had access to it. A small sign that read the school's name reassured an unknowing visitor that this indeed was the school. I knew not whether to cry in despair or laugh from the ridiculousness of this town. I decided on the second, if only to keep myself from getting into a major depression.
I must say that I wasn't really looking forward to my first day of school tomorrow. For although Veronica was pretty, funny, popular and extremely socially gifted, I wasn't. I might like to pretend to be some super badass that always has some witty comments up her sleeve; in reality my palms already got sweaty at the thought of having to engage in social activities. Even at my old school, where I had already spent a good three years, I had only made a handful of friends and was basically invisible to the remainder of the school population. So yeah, even if the curriculum wouldn't be horrible, the teachers wouldn't give us tons of homework and the cafeteria food would be tolerable, my social awkwardness would probably cause me enough trouble to make sure I would develop at least one psychological disorder.
Suddenly, I noticed the rain had lessened and I decided now was as good as any time to get on my way again. However, as I wasn't really looking forward to going 'home', I settled with going to the supermarket anyway. With my music still on, I crossed the street without looking – which in retrospect wasn't that good an idea, especially not with my luck. I didn't see the car until it was only a few feet away. Although I could hear the brakes as the car came closer, I knew a collision was inevitable. I closed my eyes, waiting for the blow.