Cherry Blossoms at Midnight (my Twilight fanfic)

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Permalink Reply by Brandy Allen on February 10, 2011 at 10:24am

i like it so far! Ur a good writer keep it up i wanna see where this goes :)

Permalink Reply by Habibah A. on February 11, 2011 at 5:34am

its nice keep it up :):)

Permalink Reply by Christina Pendergrast on February 15, 2011 at 6:26pm

Alright, time for another chapter (still no Edward yet; that's coming in ch. 3 ;))

Chapter 2: Arriving in Nowhere
As it turns out, three hours can be an eternity. Mom was great, don’t get me wrong. I was actually enjoying talking to her. It was the feeling that civilization was slowly slipping away as we traveled further and further away from Seattle that made it so unbearable. “Mom,” I asked when we finally stopped at a diner in what was probably the outskirts of Forks, “Are there any restaurants for me to work as a waitress at near where you live?” I had been barista at some of my dad’s parties; I could whip up one mean martini. She probably would disapprove of me working at a bar, though, so a restaurant was the best I could hope for.
“Oh, you want to be a waitress, then? They don’t make a lot of money, though. Well, let’s see. There are two nearby restaurants; this one and Ridley’s, which is a bar. You won’t be working there, of course, so you’d probably work here. But your dad’s check will be more than enough for gas every month, trust me.” Her response made me agree with her; I’d stick to the check. No small-town bars for me, please. Then I caught something she had said.
“We’re near your house, then?” I asked. There weren’t very many buildings around, and only one road to be seen.
“Oh, yes, only about five minutes away. Then we can put all of your luggage in your new room, and I can get you all signed up for school while you get used to the house.” So this was Forks; a tiny speck on the state of Washington. Oh, joy. We paid for our burgers and hit the road again, but this time for a much shorter period of time. As we pulled up the drive, I saw a medium sized, brown house that I used to visit during the summer, until Dad decided I should have “free reign” over my summer (a.k.a. he didn’t want to bother getting me over there with the paparazzi swarming all over, so I could do whatever the hell I wanted). Since I hadn’t been here in forever, it almost seemed new to me. The front porch creaked as we drug my luggage up the steps, through the door, and into my new room. It was a decently sized room, with a desk for my laptop and a window seat. But, once again, it was nothing on what I had in the penthouse apartment that I had lived in with Dad. I put my clothes away in the dresser against the far wall, thinking about how I was going to adapt to living here. Anything was better, though, than staying in NY, between an ever-famous dad and my ex-boyfriend. Anything.
About fifteen minutes later, when everything was packed away, I realized I didn’t need o explore the house because I remembered it all. So I decided to explore the one place I had never bothered exploring: the woods near the house. Mom had always told me not to go in there; I could get lost. I decided I would just stay to the trail and then I could easily find my way back. Just in case she would worry, I left a note:
Gone hiking. Be back by dinner- Rachel
That would be good enough, I thought as I walked outside. It was raining, but the trees would be tall enough to cover me. I hoped the rain ended soon, though. I don’t like rain.
About half an hour into my walk I came to an abrupt halt. The forest was thick here. It was getting difficult to see the path, but that wasn’t why I stopped. In front of me was a beautiful, 20 foot cherry blossom tree. It was covered in light pink buds, and its roots, which were exposed above ground, had a gap easily big enough to fit both me and my guitar with room to spare. It was amazing. I sat down in the gap and found it to be very comfortable. Sitting under this ancient, beautiful tree made all the other trees seem insignificant, even if they were much taller than this one. I decided that maybe being in the middle of nowhere wouldn’t be too bad if I could come here when I skipped class. I easily imagined myself playing guitar out here, with no one to judge me or to take my picture, no one bugging me about what my dad would be doing after practice today, or what I thought about the latest scandal involving one of my dad’s teammates. This was, from now on, going to be my tree. I sat there for a long time, just listening to the rain splash on the canopy of leaves above. Eventually, I began to make my way back to the house. Mom was back when I got there. “Did you have fun on your walk?” she asked as I walked in. She had changed out of her manager’s outfit into a t-shirt and some running shorts.
“Yea, it was nice. It’s too bad it’s raining, though.” I stopped as Mom started to laugh.
“There aren’t many sunny days around here, Rae. Mostly rain, sometimes it’s just cloudy, but not a lot of sun.” Great, I thought to myself sarcastically, I can look forward to rain tomorrow. And the next day. And the day after that. Wonderful. “That reminds me, Rae, your car should get here in a few days. Until then, can you walk to school? I’ll show you the way tomorrow, and past that you can walk until your car gets here. Which one did you bring? The Cadillac?” I nodded “That’s what I thought. You’ll probably have one of the nicest cars in school! You’ll let me drive it sometime, right?”
“Of course I will, Mom!” Why wouldn’t I? It wasn’t a big deal. I would stick out like a sore thumb in my bright-red sports car. It had been a sweet-sixteen gift from Dad, and the press was all over it. Apparently, a three-time Super Bowl winning quarterback’s daughter’s first ca required national attention. People were even making bets on how long I could keep from crashing it. I didn’t crash it at all, which lost some people some money. The next year I got a Mustang, but I still like the Cadillac the best. Most people are all OMG a Mustang AND a Cadillac?!?!?! but I could make do with a regular car. I didn’t like all the attention and a bright red Cadillac tended to draw a lot of that, especially in a tiny town like Forks. I would be goggle at. Lovely.
“Let’s go, school should be out by now, and I’d like to show you the way before dinner. I’d drive you every day, but I have to be in at work an hour or two before you go to school, so you’ll have to walk for a few days.” Tomorrow would be my first school day here in Forks, and it was probably going to be a long one. I wondered if anyone would figure out who my dad was. I hoped not.

Permalink Reply by Christina Pendergrast on February 12, 2012 at 6:24pm

Okay guys!! I know i haven't touched this in FOREVER!!! (alomost a year :( ) but life happens and i was a busy person this year. If anyones still seeing this at this point there's one thing I should clear up,before we get on to chaper 3! They are in Forks, I realize i said Michigan/ Lancing before, but I was typing late at night and wasn't thinking clearly. So sue me. Here goes Ch. 3!

Chapter 3: School

Waking up the next morning was extremely disorienting. I was used to waking up in a penthouse apartment to the faint tune of traffic and angry New-Yorkers down below. Waking up to still, utter silence was just creepy. Stretching, I made my way over to my closet, where I'd unpacked my clothes the day before. And by unpacked, I mean I threw all my clothes on hangers in no resemblance of order. Grabbing some ripped-up jeans and one of many tight-fitting tops (my dad's team had a partnership with Hollister, AE, and Aeropostle, so I was expected to be caught wearing their merchandise at all times, apparently) I got ready for school in about 10 minutes. I headed downstairs, ready to head out the door. Mom had stuck a note to the door, telling me good luck and to make sure I had a good breakfast. Since I never had a need for breakfast before, and wasn't going to start now, I headed out the door into the gloom. Luckily for me, it wasn't raining. At least, not yet. My phone went off as I was walking, a Hot Chelle Rae song I liked. I was tempted to just let it play, so I could listen to the song, but I sighed and picked up anyway. "Hello?" "Miss Saphiara? This is Many from Hot Rides, the people who are moving your car. I'm calling to tell you that it'll arrive at your new place tomorrow. By the way, is there any way you could ask you daddy to-" "Thanks for the info. Bye."I hung up, my not-bad mood going bad instantly. My first day at Forks High, and someone was already bugging me about my dad. I hoped my whole day wasn't going to be like this; I'd ditch school after an hour.

Arriving at the school right on time, I inwardly groaned. All the cars in the parking lot were hand-me-down beaters, as far as I could tell. the one exception seemed to be the shiny Volvo, which looked like a Porsche by comparison. My   Mustang was going to stick out like a shiny, cherry-red sore thumb. Oh, yay.

Arriving at the front office, I was immediately aware of the overwhelming smell of nail polish. I guess some things are the same, small town or Big Apple. The lady sitting behind the front desk was doing her nails in a pink so bright it seemed to glow. She looked up at me, obviously startled, and then smiled. "Oh, you must be Raechel! We've all been expecting you. here sweetie, this is you schedule. If you need any help finding your classes, just ask one of your classmates." Of course they were expecting me. In a small town like this, strangers were probably only legends, ghost stories to be passed around the campfire. At least, that would explain the way all of the people in the office were openly staring at me. So much for small-town hospitality. Looking down at my schedule, I suppressed another groan. I had already taken all of these classes last year. Skipping was most certainly in my future.

My first period class went like this: First, the teacher made the "We have a new student" announcement, and I got to stand up in front of the ogling class. then, I got to pretend to take notes (a.k.a doodle) while the entire class stared and whispered. And guess what? The same happened in all of my classes, all the way to lunch.

At lunch, I grabbed an apple, a Coke, and some yogurt and looked around for someplace to sit.One thing about not needing people: It makes for lousy seating choices.  I decided to go sit outside and eat in the gloom out there instead of the stares in here. On my way out, I passed a table of alabaster models. At least, that's what they looked like from an outside perspective. I'd seen their type in New York: kids rich enough to have their own plastic surgeons. Whoever their surgeon was, though, he must've been good. I'd never seen a job that good, and you'd need a whole line of super-model family to get features half that gorgeous. There was the gorgeous platinum-blond, with features that crushed girls self esteem everywhere on a daily basis. Then, there was a girl, pretty in a different, pixie-ish way. Next to her was your stereotypical muscle-head, laughing at something someone said. Then there was another guy, shaking his head at the muscle-head.  I didn't pause as I walked on by, with all the practice of a seasoned New Yorker; I had most definitely seen stranger.  On my way out the door I bumped into another one of them; this one with curly hair and almost-black eyes. I muttered an apology and walked on outside, to eat in peace and quiet. I turned to sit down, and saw that the guy with the curly hair was staring at me. Great, I thought, another small town guy... But then I started to get freaked out. Something about the way he was staring; no, not staring, glaring! Then he turned and walked inside, leaving me the one staring. I sat down to eat, wondering what that was all about. And hoping that I never had to run into him again.