Her life was supposed to be normal, well that's what people thought. Diamantina Clarke was anything but ordinary, and she was quick to discover that everyone else in La Push wasn't either.
Paul Lahote x OC
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My parents were truly, utterly, completely insane. Deciding, impulsively, that they wanted to "experience the world," they packed everything up and moved us to a completely different country. Born in Australia, a small beach town in Queensland where the weather was always warm and the beaches always perfect, it was more than a shock to find my parents had decided to move us to America - more specifically, a tiny, freezing cold town called Forks, Washington.
However, when we got to Forks, I realised that we weren't actually living in the town like I had hoped (I really wanted to live on the edge of town, closer to Port Angeles). No, we were living in a small village just outside of Forks called La Push. My parents really didn't know how to communicate with me well.
By moving her, I was forced to drop everything I had come to understand in Australia and get used to America. It was surely a culture shock. Fortunately, we had moved a year before my senior year, so I had some time before my final year of school to adjust to everything here. Luckily, we had worked everything out so that I started at the very beginning of the year, rather than some strange time in the middle.
My father is actually American. So, I guess I shouldn't be too surprised that we moved here, I guess it was just how sudden the move was.
So, here I am. Standing outside of smallest high school I had ever seen, La Push High. Because it was freezing cold here, I had to buy an entirely new wardrobe and throw out almost everything I previously owned. Rather than the school uniform consisting of a skirt and white button up and tie, I dressed normally. Which, I guess, was a perk to American schools.
I wore a black pair of jeans, a grey knit sweater with a black leather jacket and dark grey bulky knit scarf around my neck. On my feet, I had some lace-up knee-high leather boots that I felt went well with my jacket. If I was back in Australia, I would have worn like five pairs of stockings under my flimsy school uniform along with twelve jackets under my school jacket.
Thankfully, I was actually warm in my normal people clothes.
A benefit to the move was that I already had my license in Australia, so I didn't have to worry about that here. My parents actually decided that probably as a sorry for moving you halfway across the world present, they would buy me my own car. It was a Jeep, nothing too extravagant. However, it was the best car for the area I was in and it helped that it looked pretty damn nice.
With one last fleeting glance to my car, I took a deep breath and walked into the school, nervously tucking my shoulder-length brown hair over my ears. I kept my head down as I made my way to the front office, trying hard not to make eye contact with anyone or draw any unnecessary attention to myself.
The office was easy to find, seeing as it was situated at the very front. "Excuse me," I spoke hesitantly.
"Yes, dear?" The elder lady said, looking up from the computer she was previously tapping away at.
