TWILIGHT
First sight
My mother drove me to the airport with the windows rolled down . It was seventy five degrees in Phoenix , the sky a perfect , cloudless blue . I was wearing my favorite shirt - sleeve less , white eyelet lace ; I was wearing it as a farewell gesture . My carry on item was a parka. In the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington State , a small town named Forks exists under a near - constant cover of clouds . It rains on this inconsiquential town more than any other place in USA. It was from this town and its gloomy , omnipresent shade that my mother escaped with me when i was only a few months old . It was in this town that I'd been compelled to spend a month every summer until i was fourteen .That was the year i finally put my foot down; these past three summers , my dad, Charlie , vacationed with me in California for two weeks instead. It was to Forks that i now exiled myself - an action that i took with great horror . I detested Forks. I loved Phoenix . I loved the sun and the blistering heat . I loves the vigrous , sprawling city. "Ella" my mom said to me . - the last of a thousnd times - before i got on the plane . "You don't have to do this ." My mom looks like me , except with short hair and laugh lines .I felt a spasm of panic as i stared at her wide, childlike eyes. How could i leave my loving , erratic,harebrained mother to fend for herself ? Of course she had Phil now , so the bills would probably get paid , there would be food in the refrigerator , gas in her car , and someone to call when she got lost , but still.... "I want to go " i lied . I'd always been a bad liar ,but i'd been saying this lie so frequently lately that i sounded almost convincing now .
"Tell Charlie i said a hi " she insisted . " You can come home whenever you want - i will come right back as soon as you need me ". But i could see the sacrifice in hr eyes behind her promise . "Dont worry about me ," i i urged ."it will be great . i love you, mom" She hugged me tightly for a minute , and then i got on the plane , and she was gone . Its a four hour flight from Phoenix to Seattle , another hour in a small plane upto Port Angeles , and then an hour drive back down to Forks . Flying doesnt bother me ; the hour in the car with Charlie , though , i was a little worried about . Charlie had reallybbeen fairly nice about the whole thing . He seemed genuinely pleased that i was coming to live with him for the first time with any degree of permanence . He d
