My mother drove me to the airport, the windows rolled down and the 75 degree air mixing in the car. I was wearing a white sleeveless shirt and a pair of light blue shorts. I had a small jacket in my bag for when I got off the plane, some books and my small iPod.
I was moving to Forks; a small town in the north part of Washington state. I haven’t been there in years, not since I was 13 to be exact. It was the town where my dad (Charlie) lived, I used to spend summers with him, but I haven’t in years.
I loved Phoenix. I loved the sun and the blistering heat. I loved the vigorous, sprawling city. But Forks is where I needed to be, it was where everyone needed me.
“Have a safe flight, call me when you can. And tell your dad I said hi.” Renée -a …show more content…
The truck started up easy but was very loud, roaring to life at top volume. I don’t think the thing when over 45 mph the whole time as I drove to La Push- a tiny Indian reservation a few miles from Forks. After a 25 minute drive I ended up at first beach.
The beach was empty. It seemed no one wanted to enjoy this wonderful day of rain at the beach. I shrugged and pulled out my iPod and head phones, putting them on I sat down on a large piece of drift wood and watched the waves and eventually the sun set. I looked at the beautiful shades of red, orange, and blue and I realized that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad here. That as long as I could come here to sit and think and watch the beauty of the innocence like this moment, everything would be fine. I made up my mind; at least once a week I’d come down here to think and watch the sunset.
After a while I got up and walked to my rusted old red truck, taking another 25 minutes to get back to my new house next to the forest. When I got in I noticed Charlie was asleep in his arm chair with the end credits of a movie on. I laughed slightly and turned off the TV, I wasn’t sure if I should wake him or not; so I got him out a blanket before heading
I was moving to Forks; a small town in the north part of Washington state. I haven’t been there in years, not since I was 13 to be exact. It was the town where my dad (Charlie) lived, I used to spend summers with him, but I haven’t in years.
I loved Phoenix. I loved the sun and the blistering heat. I loved the vigorous, sprawling city. But Forks is where I needed to be, it was where everyone needed me.
“Have a safe flight, call me when you can. And tell your dad I said hi.” Renée -a …show more content…
The truck started up easy but was very loud, roaring to life at top volume. I don’t think the thing when over 45 mph the whole time as I drove to La Push- a tiny Indian reservation a few miles from Forks. After a 25 minute drive I ended up at first beach.
The beach was empty. It seemed no one wanted to enjoy this wonderful day of rain at the beach. I shrugged and pulled out my iPod and head phones, putting them on I sat down on a large piece of drift wood and watched the waves and eventually the sun set. I looked at the beautiful shades of red, orange, and blue and I realized that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad here. That as long as I could come here to sit and think and watch the beauty of the innocence like this moment, everything would be fine. I made up my mind; at least once a week I’d come down here to think and watch the sunset.
After a while I got up and walked to my rusted old red truck, taking another 25 minutes to get back to my new house next to the forest. When I got in I noticed Charlie was asleep in his arm chair with the end credits of a movie on. I laughed slightly and turned off the TV, I wasn’t sure if I should wake him or not; so I got him out a blanket before heading