Hierarchy (Twilight)

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10 Hours Later

It was no surprise that I had fallen asleep in the back seat with my book open on my chest. Despite my father being a vampire, I was born only half vampire and still needed to sleep. I woke up in time for my dad to turn into a diner so I could go to the washroom and get something to eat and drink. I got the largest size of vanilla milkshake and a box of chicken and waffles to go before I got back into the car and we continued our drive. Most of our journey was driving down stretches of highways with music blaring through the speaker and the widows rolled down.

5 Hours Later

Now 15 hours into the drive I had just finished Mindhunter and I was hungry once again, I always seemed to be hungry. I managed to convince my dad to stop at a convenience store with the promise we wouldn't have to stop for food again. I picked and paid for a dozen bags of chips and 3 bottles of soda to try and keep my hunger controlled. I cracked open another book, crossed my legs, leaned against the door, covered myself with a blanket, and got comfortable as I ate a bag of chips. I settled down with my chips and began reading Harry Potter and the Philosopher Stone by an upcoming author J.K Rowling.

7 Hours Later

22 hours since my dad and I left Prince Rupert, British Columbia and I've finished 2 books (Mindhunter: Inside the FBI's Elite Serial Crime Unit by retired FBI agent John E. Douglas and co-author Mark Olshaker and Harry Potter and the Philosopher Stone by J.K Rowling) and ate 6 bags of chips along with finishing 2 bottles of 1 litre sodas. We had finally arrived at the Washington borders 16 and a half hours since leaving and now we were pulling into Forks, Washington. After passing the towns welcome sign it wouldn't have been long till we would be at the Quileute Reserve.

"The Quileute's live in the forest near a Vampire Coven." I watched outside the window as trees passed us in a blur as my dad tried to create conversation.

"That's nice." It was probably clear that I was nervous.

I was home schooled since I was 4 and rarely got to socialize since I aged so quickly before stopping this year when I turned 7. I understood why my dad kept me isolated, but it made it hard for me to interact with others.

"The Blacks are nice, I swear. There's 5 of them, though only 4 them live in the house." My dads golden eyes looked at me through the rear view mirror on the windshield.

"What about the other one?"

"She's married with kids." Dads fingers tapped the leather steering wheel to the music that was barely audible.

I began playing with the cream coloured dress that I wore and tried to smooth out the wrinkles. I began to notice little things about my outfit, my dress looked dirty though it was just the colour of the fabric and my brown flats kept slipping off the back of my ankles causing blisters. My dress reached mid-calf and I wondered if it seemed awkwardly long for a girl my height, or if was it too short for a 13-year-old girl. There was no time to rethink everything as we finally pulled into the reserve that lead deeper into the forest as everyone stared at our small black car drove through. Finally we came to a stop in front of a log house where a woman stood beside a man in a wheelchair and who I assumed to be their 3 daughter.