Leaving a wonderful life Rudy Sinclair had always known was the worst thing that has ever happened to her.
Forks, Washington was absolutely Hell on Earth. Too much rain. Not a single Dr. Pepper in sight. She would surely die of thirst.
That is if...
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Rudy woke to something extremely cold dripping down onto her face. She was startled awake. Jumping out from under the mount of blankets and landed on the freezing floor in a heap.
The girl frantically scrambles to her feet. Her chest heaving from fright. Those green eyes going wide in shock.
"Damnit." She curses as she catches sight of a puddle forming on the bed.
A leak in the attic roof isn't going to do. She is so jump down Aunt Jane's throat for this!
Speaking of that woman, she never did turn off that music last night. Rudy laid awake most of the night listening to it. Aunt Jane sang her heart out. It sounded like a dying cat giving birth.
Rudy stands up and dusts off her knees with a groan. Her wild curly hair sticking up in several places. She'd have to learn how to control the crazy strands in this odd weather.
She's always kept it short in Texas. No sense in it being long down South. Too much hair causes too much sweat. So she will have to deal with the cold and rain. Two things her being doesn't understand.
The girl tears away the blankets away from the bed. Anger swells in the pit of her stomach. She doesn't like being wet. She's already missing the sticky humid air of Texas. Her bones crave a heat source.
Rudy shoves the blankets on the floor before going over to her bag. She unzips the main pocket and empties it all onto the floor. Many of her things clatter against one another.
Out spilled everything she owned. Two other pairs of overalls. A couple of mix-matched socks with one pair of rugged cowboy boots. Tossed at her feet are large scrunchies to tie her hair back. They are thick enough to hold back her locks securely.
She bends down to slide one over her wrist just in case she needs it.
Rudy searches through the three different graphic T-shirts. They're nothing special. Old shirts that belonged to her father before he fled with her mother. All of her clothes didn't belong to her originally.
That's why they didn't fit perfectly. She plans to ask Aunt Jane to go shopping for much better things later.
Lastly, she spots a deep purple flannel. A real thick material that was once used to shield her arms from the harsh sun. Now it will be used for the cold and dampness that has a permanent place in the air.
Rudy carefully folds her clothes and stacks them against the wall and looks through the other pockets of her bag.
A small smile graces her lips as her calloused fingers clutches onto some old face tissue.
She scrambles to her feet and hoists herself onto the bed. Her knees threaten to buckle from the suddenly unbalanced platform underneath her.
Rudy hurries to stuff the old paper right into the hole that was dripping recent rainwater. Once there's no more wet to cascade down her arm she hopes down with a thud.
