I watched cars zoom past us in the alternate direction back into the perfect arms of Canada. I envied them. I was now going to some place I'd never been and had to meet people I never met. This trip would remind me how much I liked to socialize with Americans. I tried to imagine how this move would be good for me, but I could find now way that it was. How could moving from vast land to a tightly packed place into a small barely populated 'village'.
"Why are we doing this again?" I asked my mom as she drove along each turn. Her honey brown eyes moved up to the rear view window to gaze a me with one of her 'Omg, a new place' looks.
"Oh, we went over this Aubrey. Moving will help widen your connections. Plus, the blood company I work for will have a great plantation here soon. Forks'll be good for us, ya know?" Mom seemed to squeal before bringing her eyes back to the road.
I rolled my eyes and leaned against the car door, staring out the slightly tinted windows. "Sure," I murmured. "If you say so."