❝𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞.❞
Tallulah Delacruz is a girl with a dream. The dream of becoming a prima ballerina. But her dreams are crushed when her parents force her to move to Forks, Washington.
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𝚃 𝚆 𝙾
THE HARSH RAIN WAKES ME UP. I flinch and lift myself from the floor. I fell asleep soon after the...interaction with my father. I rub at my tired eyes and check the time on my flip phone. 07:32. Flashes onto the screen and I grab my charger from the suitcase, plugging it into a socket and charging my phone.
I slowly walk over to the door, it's unlocked now. I open it, carefully, to avoid it creaking. I poke my head outside of it, checking for my parents, but they aren't here. I let out a small sigh of relief and hear a noise. I flinch and hold onto the door tightly. My hands glow a deep red and I go back into my room.
I stare at my hands, looking at myself in the mirror. What is going on? What am I? Scarlet wisps float over my finger tips and my eyes glow a crimson. I'm still sleeping. I have to be. I reach inside my suitcase for a towel and strip myself of my clothes. I fold them into a pile and walk out of the room.
I can't hear anything. They aren't here. I let out a small breath of relief and walk through the new house, looking for a bathroom. I find it and step inside the shower, washing myself and hair. I walk out and dry my body. I go back in my room and grab my curl products from my suitcase.
I hold them in my hands and one slips down. Red wisps coat over it and levitate it up. I keep walking and the floating curl cream follows behind me. I go back into the bathroom and put the products on the sink.
I brush my hair out and rake the curl cream through my hair then leave it there. I squirt the moose into my hands and scrunch it through my dark hair. I use praying hands to lather the gel through my hair. I grab my hair dryer and put in the defuser.
I dry my roots and then the ends of my hair before using a hair oil and scrunching out the crunchiness. My dark curls bounce over my shoulders and I carry all of my products back into my room.
I sort my products into an area on a desk in my room and reach for my underwear. I grab a white vest and a dark red jumper to go over top, and dark-blue flared jeans. My curls land over my shoulders and I look at myself in the mirror. I'm glad the shirt covers my scar.
I grab my backpack from my suitcase and reach for my school items, I shove them inside it and push the suitcase under my bed. I sling my backpack over my shoulder and walk through the house and into the kitchen.
There's a note on the counter with car keys. I pick up the note and read it.
We'll be back later. The car is yours and the directions are in the GPS.
-Mother
I take the car keys from the table and slip on a coat. I unlock the front door and step out. I pull the dark coloured hood over my head and lock the door. A black Mercedes is parked out front and I get inside.
