Rainy Town of Forks (Twilight RP) [T-M] [PM ONLY] [ACCEPTING] [STARTED]

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Michael drove along the road, his car engine rattling as he went. The rain continued to pour down, as it had for a while now. Looking around, Michael coulld see nothing but a seemingly endless amount of tree's around him, and the town up ahead.

The town got closer and closer. Michael sighed as he stared at it. Spending his life growing up in a huge city, Michael never imagined that he would end up living in some small, country town. Then again, Michael could never have imaginged most of what had happened over the past few years, but he didn't want to think about that.

Michael began to drive through the unfamiliar town, still looking around as he did. It was filled with small buildings, a few people wandering the streets, all things that Michael wasn't use to. Still, he would have to get adjusted.

After a while of driving through the small town, Michael reached the house he had been given directions too. Like most buildings Michael had seen in this town, the house wasn't really big. It had two floors, and looked like it was made from a mix of brick and wood. He pulled up his car outside of it, getting out. This was his Aunt's house. He had met her a few times while growing up, but he had never actually been to her house before. She was his dad's sister, and right now, she was his closest living relative.

Almost immediatly after getting out of the car, Michael heard his Aunt's voice behind him.

"Michael!" She exclaimed as she opened her door, walking towards him. Michael turned around towards her, as she walked up to him, hugging him.

Michael stayed still a moment, before pulling away. "Um... Hi." Michael said to her.

"Did you get here okay?" She asked, looking at him. She wasn't that much older then Michael, being only thirty. She looked older then that, however.

"Yeah, but this isn't exactly the easiest place to find." Michael repiled, as he pulled his bags from his car.

"Oh, you'll get use to it here." She replied with a smile, before helping him with his bags.


After moving his things into the house, and talking to his Aunt for a while, Michael decided to look around the town again.

He walked out of the house, with it still raining slightly.

"Does it ever stop raining here?" He said to himself, as he started to walk down the street.

Michael continued to walk through the rain. His drenched hair now clinged to his head, and his clothes were damp. So far, he had seen nothing much of interest in this town he now had to call a home. He was regretting his decision of moving here, to stay with his aunt. But it was either that, or somehow try to live alone, which wasn't really an option.
Michael was starting at the local high school tomorrow. His last year, spent somewhere completely unfamiliar to him. While some people might be excited about moving to a new school, meeting new people, Michael was far to pre-occupied in his head to think about that. He just couldn't stop thinking about the events of the last few years. It had it's effect on Michael, and he didn't really talk as much as he use to anymore. Hell, he couldn't really remember the last time he smiled for an actual reason.
Anyway, he needed to stop thinking depressingly. After all, he had something that many dream of, but never get. He had a fresh start, a new life. While the circumstances of which he got this fresh start weren't exactly something he wanted, atleast he could begin anew.
Sighing, Michael began to walk back to his Aunt's house. Tommorow, his new life in Forks began.

I began to walk down the driveway, three bags of trash in my hands. When I was staying with Mom, at least things didn't pile up like this. I spent most of my time at dad's home cleaning up after the sorry S.O.B. I crushed the three plastic bags into a rusted old iron trash can. I heard somebody yell a typical phrase when you move here. I began to walk over to the house next door. I saw a really cute girl with what I suspected was her brother trying to open the door.

"Need some help in hillbilly hell," I asked, "I know what you're going through, I went through the same thing a couple years ago.

"Now," I began, "This house was built by the same guy who built a lot of homes here. Now, you want to jiggle the knob around and push into the door with your shoulder like this."

When pushed the door after jiggling the doorknob, I almost fell flat on my face. That girl groaned, I laughed at how much it reminded me of myself not so long ago. I took out my wallet and tore of a piece of a receipt and began to scribble down my number and my mom's home phone. I handed it the girl, who just looked at me.

"Here," I said, "It's my cell and home phone when I'm with my mom. My dad forgot to pay his phone bill so that's why I didn't bother with his number. Anyway, if either of you need help, call me, or come next door. However, if my dad answers the door, you probably want to head back home.

"Oh," I gasped, "I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Alfred Green, just call me Al."

"Ariana," she answered.

"Nice to meet you," I replied, "Remember, if you need anything, want me to show you around, or if you need somebody to hang out with, just call me, okay?"

I waved goodbye to Ariana and began to head back to my dad's house. I could tell that I should help Ariana and her brother adjust. I know if it wasn't because of my friends, moving here and the divorce would have destroyed me. I wanted to make sure that I do the same, I could tell by the look in her eye something happened.

I walked back into my dad's house and almost gaged on the smell. That man had just given up on life after the break up. I kept trying, but the man just sat there in self-loathing. He was already a lazy, angry drunk, but the divorce made it worse. If I gave up now, I'd be letting my own father destroy himself.

"What am I going to do with you," I sighed, "You need to move on, Old Man."

He just grunted and looked away. I saw he was in a pensive mood and didn't want to talk. I just sighed again and went to my room. I flopped in my bed and quickly fell asleep. Hopefully tomorrow would be the day dad actually did something and got his act together.

Michael drove down the road, heading for his new school. It was his first day there, aand he would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. It wasn't the first time he had to change schools. The first was when he moved to Washington with his grandparents after his parents... Well, anyway, that turned out to be a disaster. He had gotten into a fight in the first day, and spent the rest of his time there being ignored, mostly. Sure, he made a few friends, but he left them behind when he moved to Forks.

Driving up, Michael saw the school ahead of him. It wasn't very large, being a maroon colour, surrounded by tree's and shrubs. Outside, there were many students waiting, more then he had imagined there would be in a town such as this.

Michael pulled up in his car, getting out. It actually reminded him of his old school, back in New York. He actually missed that school. Well, actually, what he probably missed was the feeling of being on top. Yeah, Michael was very popular at his first school. Then again, back then he was charasmatic, funny and joked around alot. He didn't do much of that anymore. But still, at least nobody knew him here.

He started to walk towards the school, locking his car behind him. He just hoped it went better then his first day at his last school.

A furry ball landed on my stomach, and I woke with a fright, my cat Socks had just jumped on me, waking me from my slumber

"I'm trying to sleep here, I have school in the morning" he meowed and motioned towards the clock

"SHIT!" I yelled as I only had 15 minutes to get to school.

I quickly shoved my laptop,phone and Ipod along with my school books into my now about to burst shoulder bag, brushed my light blonde hair, I put my cap in my bag, as I didn't need it yet. I was still trying to get my boots on as I hopped into my car.

It was my mothers car, a maroon Toyota 4WD, with a few scratches down the side from where I learnt that trees don't work well against cars.

I drove into the familiar driveway, with the bushes and many building, this school could pass as an apartment block thingy. I drove around, trying to find a parking spot, finally parked and the second I got out of my car the bell rang

First day back at school. English. Shakespeare.

"Great," muttered Evelyn, sliding deep into her chair. It was bad enough that it was raining, but she was used to that. The other thing she was annoyed about were the newbies. There were so many this year.
Seats that had previously been empty and dusty were full, and the sound of chatter filled her ears.

"Excuse me, miss," she said, putting up a hand to attract her teachers attention. A few seconds passed, and her mouth tightened. "Miss," she repeated, louder. She waggled her fingers, and the teacher finally looked over to her.

"Yes, Evie?"

"Evelyn," she interrupted wearily. Always with the Evie. "I don't seem to have a copy of the play."

"Oh," said Winkleberg, frowning. She looked around her desk, and then turned to her with an apologetic expression. "I don't have any more, I've handed them all out."

Fantastic.

"I tell you what, why don't you go to Mr. Walker's room and look for a copy there? He's bound to have some."

"What play are we doing?"

"Romeo and Juliet. Check his storeroom at the back."

Evelyn pushed back from her seat, stifling a sigh. Mr Walker was old and forgetful, and he had rubbish hearing, so you had to shout at him to get your message across. She was exceptionally glad she wasn't in his class this year. not that dozy Ms. Winkleberg was any better.
She opened the door and stepped out into the now silent corridor, taking her way to Walker's room a few classes down.

Knocking on the door, she shifted her weight nervously. She was always shy about walking into a full class where people stared at you as you got your stuff.

The frail man opened the door with a smile. "What can I do for you, honey?"

"I need a copy of Romeo and Juliet," she told him, as kindly as she could.

"Ah, yes! Ms. Winklebergs doing that old classic again, is she?"

"It seems so, Sir."

"Excellent. You just wait out here, and I'll get one for you."

She sighed, relieved, and stared out the large window that stretched across the opposite wall. It was a downpour, and she was lucky to have brought her umbrella. However, she caught a table of kids lounging in the rain. They had huge smiles on their faces, and were talking animatedly. Evelyn frowned, surely they must be cold?
A cough interrupted her, and a book was pressed into her hands.

"Thanks," she muttered, still looking at the group of kids on the table.

She quickly made her way back to class, and the chatter died some when she opened the door and took her seat. When the class decided she wasn't eavesdropping or planning anything suspicious, they started talking again.

Evelyn looked at the copy of her book. The cover showed a single bloodstained dagger, laying next to a small vial of poison. She had the read the play before, of course, but the cover was different than the others she had seen.

She looked up as Winkleberg began to speak, and she noticed that everyone was in pairs. Oh well, she though calmly, I like working on my own anyway.