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"maybe the only way out is to run" Davina was not looking forward to moving to a waste land of a town full of brain dead small folk who's shared interest in cold weather keeps the town held together. However what she was looking forward to was finding different ways in making her father's life as miserable as possible purely out of the nostalgia of non existent childhood immaturity. Now that she was in the town of Forks, after years of seeing her dad she would have a lot or childishness to make up for. The town was a pathetic dump but it was her only way out of a never ending labyrinth for which she was grateful.
Davina groaned as she felt the heaviness of her sketchbooks release as her arms collapsed spreading the loose, inked out papers onto the ground. She began to feel even more frustrated as she heard her father chuckle behind her at her misfortune rather than putting in the effort to help.
"You know, I am your only child it wouldn't hurt to give me a hand."
Her father merely waved her off with a casual roll on his hand "please, I tried to help you but anytime I did you'd yell at me" frustrated with his cavalier behavior she claimed "because you weren't doing it right." With that her father rolled his eyes and told her to hurry up trudging his way downstairs with a huff.
Davina could feel her polyester sweater cling to her tighter as a slight crack in the wall of her room sent a chill up her sleeve. She kicked a cardboard box with all her books over in frustration growing irritated at the growing cold. However she would not allow herself to complain too much, after all moving was her choice and she was not doing anyone any favors. She certainly was no hero for choosing to move here despite hating the state of this small town.
Perhaps this is the way the lost time she missed with her father would be spent. With her trying her best not to kick everything in sight and him growing irritated with her hard headedness. The two of them bickering all day long while also cracking bad jokes about the man who played Santa Clause when she was younger.
Davina had no doubt that her entrance within the town would be a hit, a place with a handful of people , all of them being total bores, would go crazy hearing the arrival of another young woman. Davina had also heard another girl was moving back into the town, a girl named Bella Swan who she recalled making shred tears when they were younger as she threw a large snow ball straight at her head.
The girl was in no hurry to meet anyone, however much to her dismay her school would be staring within two days time so she'd be forced to listen to the incessant conversation of hormonal teenagers obsessed with the opposite (or in her case similar ) sex.
Her plans until then were simple, since it was the weekend Davina and her father were going to binge as many seasons as possible of the famously (and as her dad says overrated although she disagrees) Sitcom 'Friends'. Davina had watched the show a total of 18 times since she was fourteen, the familiar atmosphere of the purple walls and the image of a large coffee house centered by a small green couch gave her a comfort only a place like home could provide.
She knew her father would fall asleep halfway through them bingeing the first season so she was planning on drawing a uni brow with a black sharpie while he sleeps deeply.
Davina did not expect to find happiness in her knew town, but basic comfort was all that she found necessary. A chance to live quietly so that the loneliness she feels can fade away with the silence. Everything works out in the end after all. In order to escape, you have to run away, it's not knowing what you'll run into that holds you back.
