times; very overprotective. I guess being a sheriff and seeing all the things he has seen would dothat to a person.“Happy Birthday,” we shouted when he opened the door. He looked tired as he did everynight when he came home, but he seemed to always have time for us. He smiled his crinkly smileand head towards us, hanging his belt on the rack as he passed.“I knew my girls wouldn’t let me down,” he blew out his candles and kissed my mom sweetlythen hugged me and kissed the top of my head.We ate dinner and had cake and ice cream afterwards. We didn’t celebrate birthdays in atraditional way like most people do; it was more intimate with us, strictly a family occasion. I’venever had friends over on my birthdays, just mom and dad. That was fine with me, I have been toa few parties and they didn’t seem like something I would enjoy. I like the quiet, being able tothink was something I really enjoyed.I went to bed after doing a little over half of my essay, the rest of my homework was donewhen I got home. I know how important ones future is and how imperative it is to plan for itearly. I was not going to mess that up by slacking off. I am going to get out of this town.I was startled awake by the ear piercing shriek coming from my alarm clock; loud noisesaren’t common in my house. I got up groggily and stumbled to my closet. On the way I noticed itwas raining. I rolled my eyes; that is what I get for living in the wettest part of the ContinentalUS. Forks is covered in a near constant cloud and rain is something you are required to getaccustomed to if you want to reside here.I grabbed my clothes and made my way to the one bathroom we all shared. We had a routinedown: Dad would shower at night, I would shower in the morning and mom would shower sometime during the time we were both gone. It worked for us and it has for a long time, ever since I started preschool.The shower was warm and revitalizing, my shampoo smelled of strawberries and crème—myfavorite—and it filled the room with its wonderful fragrance. I brushed my hair and brushed myteeth, that was all I did to get ready for school. So many girls at school caked their faces withmakeup and most put on way too much. I don’t care what other people think of me so I don’teven bother.For so many years I have been burdened with my father taking me to school in his cruiser, allthe kids would stare and it used to bother me. Now, I don’t even notice the judging eyes.“Have a good day at school Bells,” my dad said as he stopped in the parking lot of ForksHigh.“Thanks dad, bye,” I shut the door and walked toward my first class, English with Mr. Mason.I don’t have many friends at school, three to be exact. Angela who has always been in one of my classes, Eric who is Angela’s boyfriend and Mike. Mike has had this thing for me for years, Idon’t know why. I’ve told him I wasn’t interested many, many times over yet he continues to pursue me.English started quickly as Mr. Mason liked to get class started exactly at the scheduled timethat was listed. Government flew by as it usually did and I always dreaded trigonometry. Thereason: Jessica Stanley. She and I were the best of friends all through grade school. When shegrew boobs and a bubble gum attitude that all changed.