Playlist 01: Oh No-Jack and Eliza
Green. That is all she seemed to see as she drove into the small town of Forks, Washington. It seemed as if the outside had been consumed by green. Green trees stretching high into the sky towering over the ground like giants. Green plants intertwining themselves into every inch of the earth's crevices. The sky even seemed as if it had begun to acquire specks of green. Although the site was unusual, she admired it regardless. There was a certain beauty about the unordinary.
Glimpses of civilizations could now be seen as she entered Forks. Diners, gas stations, hardware stores were all spread out, staple pieces of small towns. She drove to the nearest diner, Carver Café, in the hope of getting a clear destination. She saw only a single vehicle in the parking lot, a police car, as she entered the restaurant. The aroma of coffee and cinnamon baked goods filled her lungs. The diner was nothing special, yet it had a warming element to it. All the wooden tables were empty except the one. In the corner, a man dressed in a police uniform sat alongside a girl. He looked in his mid-forties, the evidence clear on his face, protruding lines on his forehead and white hairs peeking out. The girl on the other hand was the opposite. Youth exuded from her being. Long strands of chocolate brown hair framed her pale complexion. Her concentration was directed on the meal in front of her, hiding her features from sight.
"Excuse me can I help you with something?" Her attention was now focused on the smiling waitress standing next to her.
"I was wondering if you could help me find someone. It's a small town I figured everyone knows everyone here."
"I can try."
"I'm looking for Abigail St. Cortez."
"No, I'm sorry. I don't know anyone by that name," the waitresses said with an apologetic tone.
"No matter, I'll find her eventually. Thank you for your help anyway." As she made her way to the door, she began to think of other possible places to seek her but her thoughts were dissolves as another voice called out to her. She turned to find the police officer beckoning her over to his table.
"I don't mean to eavesdrop but I couldn't help but hear you're looking for Abby." The officer's voice although serious was laced with curiosity.
"You know my aunt?"
"I didn't know Abigail had a niece."
There are many things you don't know about her she thought to herself.
"I'm Chief Swan and this is my daughter Bella." The girl looked up as her name was called. Her face was ordinary yet entirely her own. Small cherry lips and a sunless complexion accessorized by dainty features .There was nothing distinct about her except her eyes. She possessed the same round brown eyes as her father. Upon looking into them, she could see secrets and untold stories lurking behind them.
"Hello", the daughter said timidly, while extending her hand.
She extended her hand, ready to repeat the name that had lived for centuries, "Serena St.Cortez".
"I don't want to intrude Chief Swan so if you'll give me my aunt's address, I'll get out of your way."
The chief stayed quiet for a moment, as if trying to mentally calculate something. "I could take you there myself, seeing as your new to town and all. Plus it would give me a chance to see your aunt again."
