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Cornered

Summary:
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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8. Chapter 8- scratching ticket for 2.50$

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That was weird. I thought to myself, locking the door behind me.

Does anyone even live there? I didn't recall ever meeting or even seeing anyone in that house.

Whatever, it's not something to get hyped up about I thought.

But I knew inside that something wasn't right. It was like this town was hiding a lot more secrets than it can fit, or I was finally going insane.

I made my way to the green kitchen to clean the dishes, so maybe that way I could get my mind off this mornings' weird happenings.

I picked up the first plate and started on the mountain of dishes built up in our sink. This plate seemed newer it was probably from last night's dinner. Yep, specks of lasagna definitely last night's dinner.

By lunch, I had finished washing the dishes, done my Spanish, geography, history, English homework, and polished the dresser in the upstairs bed room. And now I had nothing to do.

I could go to school…I thought. But that was out of the question because I just wasn't prepared to see them again.

I could attempt another walk, I considered. There was no chance I was risking seeing my scary neighbor, or whatever it was again.

I could…um…go shopping? That was probably my best idea yet. Even if I didn't like to shop, I could go visit the sights of the town, get to know it better. I had heard that there was a really cool tower you could go see somewhere around here. My mom wouldn't be back till around seven anyway, so I had plenty of time to browse around.

So that's how I ended up at a gas station trying to buy a map of Astoria from an attendant who couldn't speak English.

Just peachy.

"We not selling a road here," he said, in a strong Russian accent.

"I need a MAP, not a ROAD," I replied getting a little frustrated by him. I normally wasn't a person to be like that, but I had had a very stressful day. I really didn't need him pushing my buttons.

"We no sell you the map here. Only sprite and diet cola," he responded pointing to a grungy freezer in the corner. I didn't think he even knew what a map was.

"No a map, so I can find my way around this town."

"Not here I say, we selling that never."

"Are you sure you don't sell maps?" I asked in disbelief.

"You can buy scratching ticket for 2.50 dollar." he added cheesily.

"Well thanks anyways," I said. I really couldn't handle this anymore. I would just have to go somewhere else to find a map.

I got back in my car and drove down the quiet road. After a while, there were no more houses, cars, or a sign of human existence at all. Then, of course, it started to rain. This just wasn't a great day. Eventually I turned around deciding I had probably come the wrong way and had gone out of the town not into it. After about 20 minutes I reached what I thought was the road I took to get to school. There was the odd car on the road, but most cars here were just rusty old American made cars. The main town of Astoria was, at times, very pretty. It was filled with little shops and walkways you could take to go down to the rocky shore. There were many tourist traps like lighthouses and old mills. It was nice, but I still couldn’t enjoy it. I reached a mall, just off the main road and parked in the parking lot. I walked around looking for some sort of tourist shop. I eventually found one called "Washington's Pleasures". It smelled nice and the attendants looked like they spoke English.

I was right, they did.

"Hello! Welcome to 'Washington's Pleasures', one of Washington's most prized tourist shops. May I help you?" asked the lady behind the counter. I took a good look at her; she looked to be about 5'7 with jet black hair. She had tiny squinty eyes that were covered by thick rimmed glasses. She looked to be around 20 and was stick thin with almost no curves. She was also extremely pale, obviously. Her voice was very high pitched and whiny, pushing my limits once again.

I squeezed the bridge of my nose between my fingers and replied, "Yeah, actually I'm looking for a map of the area. Do you have one?"

"Yes of course! We have maps of upper Astoria, and lower Astoria. We have a map including all of the big tourist destinations" she said and began to go through a list of more maps they had. "We have on that emphasizes all the big restaurants in the area, one that shows the hotels and motels in the area, and one that can be kept in a wallet, one of the whole east peninsula--" I cut her off.

"Thanks I just need one of the whole town, nothing special," I said snippily not in the mood to listen to her jabber on.

"Oh, well I don't think we have one of those--" she said.

That's it. I can't take this anymore.

"THANKS," I said loudly. Why did everything seem to be against me today? Did I ever do anything so bad is to deserve this?

I left the cinnamon smelling store and went to the fountain in the middle of the mall. I sat down and put my head in my hands. This was all my moms' fault. If it wasn't for her I could be in school with my friends in San Diego. I wouldn't be in this crap-hole in the middle of nowhere. This town was so small they didn't even have a freaking map of it. If it wasn't for her I wouldn't have embarrassed myself in front of them.

Them.

Why was I so obsessed with them? I didn't understand how these beautiful golden eyed humans could attract me so.

The heavens hated me. That's why.

"Rachel?"

Shit.

To close,

to smell.

To finally

be.

Once again

We do our dance.