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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This school is nothing like Rudy had in mind. Its pale yellow tile flooring and fluorescent lights make it seem dull and lifeless. Heavily lacking spirit.
She's lucky that her banana yellow rain jacket and Barbie pink long-sleeve shirt cause her to stand out. Well, perhaps not in the most appropriate way.
Various stares are shot her way as Rudy flees the front office with a school map and class schedule in hand. Their beady little eyes pick at her odd appearance, trying to uncover who the hell she is.
All their heated gazes burn the back of her head, maybe her hair will fry off. She wants to use her thick curly hair to escape inside. But she knows that would be no good. Rudy is supposed to be tough and not be scared of anything.
At least that's what she tells herself.
The soles of her cowboy boots squeak like a tiny pig as she struts down the dimly lit hallway. A few kids turn to get a look at her, their heads whipping around faster than light. Good thing her jeans cover her shoes to shield the source of the problem.
If anyone complains about it then they will find the tip of her right boot sticking out of their throat.
But then her gloomy morning becomes suddenly brighter when a soda machine appears in view. It rests in the middle of the hall at the far wall. Posters of past school events such as last year's prom surround it.
Rudy grips her bag tightly and speed walks the rest of the way.
She roughly digs around inside the pockets for loose change she knows is stuffed somewhere. Most of the time she tosses the coins and dollar bills without care. Rudy figures she should invest in a wallet.
However, she instantly stops when the lack of the Holy drink of her home state shakes her to the very core.
Where. The. Hell. Is. The. Dr. Pepper?
The day has barely started and already it's a disaster.
Rudy yanks her hands free from her pant pockets, huffing her hair from her vision again. Those high cheekbones are now a fire-red color.
"You gotta be kiddin me?" Rudy asks while fully not expecting anyone to answer.
"Can't find what you're looking for?" A small timid voice speaks from behind her.
Rudy spins around quickly. A brooding scowl on her face already. She isn't in the mood for talking.
But her angry expression disappears when her eyes notice the same girl from the hiking store.
A slight tinge of guilt stabs her in the chest. With a quick shake of her head, she ignores the feeling. It's nothing.
"It's not my fault that Forks doesn't have a single Dr. Pepper in sight." Her voice is exceptionally sharp. Her Southern twang is heavily present through her irritation.
