STRANGER THINGS. edward cullen

( CHAPTER ONE )

CHAPTER 01;
AND SO IT BEGINS

TAMARA ROLLED HER EYES at the annoying clicking of her mothers fingers. The radio blasting some song from the eighties, one she hadn't bothered to remember the name of, in the old blue pickup truck. She wanted—no, craved—to be anywhere else, but she was stuck with her mother in her lousy car probably minutes away from their new home.

It had taken almost six hours travelling by car to the sunless town of Forks, Washington. They could have taken the ferry like normal people to shorten their trip, but her mother was eager to spend some quality time with her. As if being by the woman's side 24/7 for the last seventeen years of her life wasn't enough.

Don't get her wrong, she loved her mother and she wouldn't trade her for anyone else, but her she wasn't like any normal parent she had ever encountered. She was many things but mainly protective, or more so overprotective of Tamara. She tended to worry more than she should have, almost never letting her daughter out of her sight except for school or the occasional walks she took that barely lasted an hour. It wasn't anything new really, but she was always paranoid—a little too paranoid—constantly needing to know her daughters whereabouts at all times. One reason she needed space from the woman. Granted, she was sure that her attitude didn't account for personal time but nonetheless, she needed to remember a time her mother wasn't always worried.

They sat silently for what had been an hour now. She stared at the green that seemed to define the town more than its odd weather; at the dark clouds above too and it made the corners of her lips twitch, a smile eager to be released but not enough to reach her eyes. "You excited Mars? New town, new school and hopefully some friends. Its all very intriguing isn't it?" Her mother practically exclaimed in excitement. She seemed to be the only one looking forward to the sudden move. Tamara was still barely processing it but she knew it needed to happen if they were going to take on normalcy.

"Super pumped. I'm radiating with happiness." Tamara glanced at her mother once with a blank expression. The sarcasm basically dripping from every word she spoke.

Joscelyn glanced at her daughter, not at all impressed by her attitude. It shouldn't have come to such a surprise, it wasn't as if Tamaras sarcasm was something unfamiliar.

"The sarcasm stops before we head into that door."

"That's basically telling me to stop breathing." She scoffed with a mocking smile, her mothers face void of any and all amusement.

"Tamara."

She rolled her eyes. "Oh my god. You want me to be blunt? Fine," she exclaimed as she turned to face her mother, "in case you've forgotten mother, but I do not want to be here! Happy?"

Joscelyn took a deep angered sigh. Tamara swore her mother would have stopped the car right there and then in the middle of the road. She knew she crossed a line. She was glad her mother wasn't really the type to raise her voice, but then again she wouldn't be surprised if she did at the moment. She was pressing her mothers nerves and it was more evident when the woman had practically given her a death glare. She hated that look.

"Excuse me?"

She suppressed the urge to wince at the harshness of her tone. Her mother was rarely ever upset with her—rare being an understatement in itself—except for the days she acted out, like now.

Joscelyn's words were sharp, like tiny daggers pointed directly towards Tamara. She knew she was wrong, blaming her mother for things she had no control over and was at all aspects her fault. But she had mentally decided if the trip was coming to a close, they both had to get everything off their chests. And the easiest way to do that was pushing her mothers buttons. Even if that resulted with both parties upset. She needed this to be a fresh start, she couldn't repeat what happened Vancouver.