I look at my old room. Everything I once loved and cherished, packed in brown boxes in the back of my dads truck. I scowl. I didn't understand why we were moving anyway. We were fine here. But no, My dad has to be a jerk and move us to some place called Forks. The sound of it just makes me gag. Do they use forks in this town? That would be weird, but you can't like, stop using forks. I roll my eyes and walks down the creaky stairs, looking for my dad.
"Ahh Hello Allison. Everything packed? Were leaving today remember" he asks me, smiling. Why is he so happy? He is bringing us to a town I never even heard of. "Yeah I guess, I don't understand why we have to move" I mumble, looking at him with my blue eyes. He sighs. "You may not understand it now, but you will" He looks at me. I roll my eyes and hop in his red truck, pulling out my headphones and plugging them into my phone. My dad hops in, smiling from ear to ear. "Forks here we come" He says, starting the truck. "Can't wait" I mumble sarcastically.
When we get to the house, I look at it. It's yellow. Dad did that, he likes things cheerful and happy, as if it's supposed to make other people happy.
I get out and step in a big puddle. I wince. "Awesome" I say, dragging my now wet sneaker to the house. "Oh, cheer up Alli, things will get better. Here, take your bag" he says, throwing me my big gym bag. I sigh and take it. I try the doorknob. It won't budge. "Dad, the door. It won't open! What did I do" I yell, and he comes up behind me and laughs. He twists the door this was and that, and it soons open. I roll my eyes and step inside, surprised by the darkness. "Um dad? Why is it so da-" I ask, looking behind me. He isn't there. No trace of him was there. Creepy. I look outside. "D-Dad? If this is a joke, it's not funny" I yell, looking by the truck. He surely wouldn't of left me, not right away, right? Right!? RIGHT?!
It so weird. Dad never leaves me alone, even in our old house. I'm so confused, I couldn't think straight. I guess I have to unpack by myself.
sorry it was short, my friend and I have been working on this for awhile
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FantasyI feel the wind brush past my long brown hair as Jaxon and I run to my dad. I turn around and shoot an arrow at one of the intruders, hoping to hit him in the chest. He fell to the ground in defeat, and I laugh. "I hit someone, Jax. I really hit som...
