The Internship

Welcome To Forks; Too Green, Too Rainy

I had finally reached the little town that would be my home for the next year or so, until I could escape to college. My fingers drummed on my steering wheel to the music.

"If you're lost and alone, and you're sinking like a stone, carry on..."I sang along, smiling lightly. I loved this song. I noticed the welcome sign on the road.

Welcome to Forks

Population: 3,100

Prepare to make that 3,101, I thought, frowning. I hated this town. It was too green, too rainy,too boring.

"What kind of name is Forks anyways? Who names a city...town...village after an eating utensil anyways?" I grumbled, glaring at the slick road ahead of me. I didn't receive an answer, of course, just the sound of Fun in the background.

Twenty minutes of trees later, I finally pulled into my mother's driveway.Her car, and a car I didn't recognize, was already there. I just sat in the drive way for fifteen minutes, staring at the washed out pale yellow house in front of me. Steeling myself, I turned off the ignition and got out into the drizzle, and made my way to the front door. Did I knock? Walk in? What was the etiquette for moving into your estranged mother's house? I decided to knock, it was the safest bet.

Knock.Knock. Knock.

I waited a few minutes, heard my mother's voice, and then the door swung open. I stared at the woman in front of me uncertainly. She was a woman of average height, her red hair was flecked with grey and cut into a bob that framed her slightly lined face. She had brown eyes, and an uncertain smile on her face. My mom.

"Hi,mom." I greeted awkwardly. It had been a year and a half since I had last spoken to her. Suddenly I was pulled into a foreign hug, and I tentatively wrapped my arms around her.

"Hi, Addie. Oh, I'm so sorry about...everything."I grimaced. My father was still a topic that gutted me.

"It's...alright.It's cold, can we go inside?" I asked. She pulled away.

"Yes of course! Come in, I want you to meet my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?"I said, a small smile quirking at my lips. My mom was nearly 40, it seemed an odd word to apply to her love life.

"Yes,he's the police chief in town. Charlie Swan. His daughter moved here recently, too. About your age." She rambled. I was suddenly met with a kind looking man, with soft brown eyes, greying brown hair, and a thick mustache covering his upper lip. My heart clenched.He reminded me of my own dad.

"Hi,nice to meet you Mr. Swan." I said politely, shaking his hand. "I'm Adeline."

"Nice to meet you too, Adeline, but please, call me Charlie." His hands were warm and slightly rough, all too like my fathers. I could feel myself start to tear up and I laughed in slight embarrassment.

"Gosh I'm sorry, you remind me of him." I explained, brushing the tears away.

"No,no it's fine, I should go anyways, gotta check on Bella." He then gave my mother a quick kiss and left.

"Let me show you to your room, the movers got here yesterday and I set everything up for you." My mom said, taking me upstairs. She led me to a spacious room, already housing my things. "Bathroom's across the hall. Let me know if you need anything, I'm going to get started on dinner." She then left me to myself.

I slowly sat on my bed and kicked off my shoes. I let out a soft sigh.My first day of school was tomorrow, I didn't look forward to it.

The next day started out in a mechanical blur. Get up. Shower. Brush teeth. Style hair. Apply makeup. Get dressed. Eat breakfast. Get in the car. Drive. Park. Get out. Walk.