Since the Cullens moved to Astoria they could tell its not like the other towns. Not the town, but the people in it. They need to be careful or else everything they have worked for could be revealed. Someone is coming to Astoria. She knows something is not right. She will stop at nothing to find out who or what they are. Someone dangerous is also coming, watching their every move. Its only a matter of time. banner made by the lovely eternitys_charm!
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1. Chapter 1- 239 days of rain
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I did not know what to make of this new world. It was warm, with a cool breeze that threw the salt from the ocean into my eyes. The salt tingled and stung a little bit as it made its home in my oversized blue eyes. Nothing felt right here; the ground too rocky, the sky too dull, the water too boring, the air to misty. I wished with all my heart to return to the bright blue and yellow world I craved.
I had grown up in the heated and beautiful San Diego and lived there for sixteen wonderful years till my mother decided that it was time for a change in scenery. I missed the bustle of the city, the lights where ever you turned. People everywhere; running, walking, biking, sitting, talking, enjoying the great life they lived in the real city that never sleeps. Here, I had not seen one person and I had been here for over five minutes.
I sighed loudly, hoping my mother, Denise, would pick up on my cries of agony. To my surprise she did.
“Oh stop it Rachel. It won’t make a difference now; we will reach Astoria in about ten minutes. This will be a positive change, Rach, I mean it. You just wait till school starts, you will have lots of new friends, and be just as happy as you would be in San Diego,” Denise said.
“Yah I’m sure I’ll love it here. It only has an average of 239 cloudy days per year. What does that leave? Oh yah, about 120 days to bask in the sun. May I also remind you that 80 of those 120 days normally come in the summer, which just passed. So, I will only have, like 40 days of sun! Why own clothes, I can just walk around in a RAINCOAT!!!” I retorted.
My mom and I had always had a pretty good relationship. It was ripped to shreds, however, when my parents decided they could not stand each other any more and divorced. After that I did not bother with family time any more. My mom got full custody so I had not seen my dad in about 5 years. I did not miss him, because I never really knew him. He was a CEO of a massive company and, on numerous occasions, forgot about my mom and me. Like on my 8th birthday, he forgot to come to my birthday party because he was busy getting a designer suit made. I was never a daddy’s girl.
My mom on the other hand was a painter and artist. She was a free spirit, but weathered down by her past. You could always tell her mood by what she painted. She was 5’8, slender with soft curves. She was slightly tanned with a round face that always had some odd expression on it. I had the same eyes as her, big pale blue eyes with thick eyelashes. They were our best features. Denise had a good thick jaw that was balanced out by thick pink lips. Her nose was small and thin and looks peculiar above her big lips. She had rosy cheeks despite her tanned skin that always made me smile. I loved her with her quirky personality that, at times was quite spontaneous. Like this sudden move to Astoria, which she claims is to start fresh.
“So what do you think?” Denise said snapping be out of my daze. I looked out the window at the house in front to my window. It was a small two story house, brick, with a large porch in the front. The garden in front was really pretty, obviously done up for the open houses.
I got out of the car and looked around; there was a medium sized living room, an odd green kitchen, a small yellow bathroom, and a dining room on the main floor. I walked up the creaky wooden stair case and entered into a small green carpeted hallway. There were 4 doors in the hall way; so naturally, I grabbed the door closest to me. The door handle felt weird in my hand, unnaturally cold and hard. I turned it with a squeak and stepped into the little room. I figured this would be my moms room, cause it was slightly larger with a bathroom of the side. I left and went into the next room. This was my bathroom; it was small and green like the kitchen. There was a little vanity with a mirror above it. I moved onto the next room, which was the room I was looking for. My room was small, with pale pink walls. There was my bed, desk, bookcase, and boxes of stuff already in the room. I ran and slammed down on the bed and succumbed to tears as I waited for the next day to arrive.
My clock read as I looked over with crusty eyes, sore from a night of tears. Great, I had one day to unpack till I had to go back to school. I slowly slipped out of bed and tiptoed downstairs to get something to eat. I opened the fridge and pulled out a yogurt from yesterday and sat at the one chair in the kitchen. I loved my mom, but she couldn’t cook for her life. I was in charge of that and knew I would have to go shopping today. I looked out the window and noticed my mom’s car was already gone. She would be at her studio all day and probably night. After I was done my yogurt I started unpacking. Before I knew it, it was 2:00 and I had unpacked most of the house. I suddenly realized how hungry I was and decided it was time to go shopping.
I got in my red Toyota Corolla, which I had gotten about my 16th birthday, and went into town. It wasn’t difficult to find. There was only other person in the store when I went in and one cashier. Figures.
As I was walking to my car, a brand new Mercedes pulled into the spot beside me. It was red, with detailing on the sides. It looked way too nice to be driven around this dumpy town. I walked back a bit and tried to get a look at the driver. To my surprise, a tiny girl with spiky black hair jumped out of the seat. She moved with extreme grace, as she waltzed over to the dry cleaners. I was stunned to say the least. I jumped into my car, which looked like scrap metal next to her car, and drove home.
As I lay in bed I tried to picture my self here and this place as my home. I couldn’t. Tomorrow, school. I wondered if I would see the black haired girl again. I walked over to the window, opened it and breathed in the cool sea breeze.
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