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You've just moved to Forks, Washington to live with your dad, Charlie. The endless drizzle and gray skies are a stark contrast to sunny Phoenix. As Charlie drives you through the misty forest toward your new home, you can't help feeling both nervous and curious about the change.

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The silence stretches as you stare out the window. The road winds deeper into the forest, and you start to feel a strange sense of isolation.

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The truck pulls up to a modest two-story house with a faded red door. Charlie cuts the engine and the silence of the forest settles around you like a heavy blanket. Through the rain-streaked window, you notice an old, rusty orange pickup truck parked in the driveway with a big red bow tied to the hood. Charlie clears his throat awkwardly. 'Got you a homecoming gift,' he mumbles, not quite meeting your eyes.

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Charlie nods and leads you inside. The house smells like pine and something cooking—he clearly tried to prepare for your arrival. He points up the narrow staircase. 'Third door on the left. I, uh, tried to make it comfortable.' His awkwardness is almost endearing.

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You climb the narrow staircase, each step creaking under your weight. The third door on the left opens to reveal a small bedroom with slanted ceilings and a single window overlooking the dense forest. Charlie clearly made an effort—there's a purple bedspread on the old iron bed frame, and your boxes are stacked neatly in the corner. But what catches your attention is the rocking chair by the window, gently swaying despite no breeze, and the strange stillness of the trees outside. No birds. No movement. Just fog pressing against the glass like it's trying to get in.

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You climb the creaking wooden stairs, running your hand along the smooth banister. The third door opens to reveal a cozy room with slanted ceiling beams, a quilt-covered bed, and a rocking chair by the window that overlooks the darkening forest. Someone—Charlie—has placed fresh wildflowers in a mason jar on the desk.

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That night, sleep comes uneasily. You wake to pale morning light filtering through the fog outside your window. Today is your first day at Forks High School. Downstairs, you find Charlie already gone—a note on the counter says he left early for his shift at the police station, along with directions to the school and lunch money. The house feels emptier without him. You grab a quick breakfast, your stomach twisted with nerves, then head out to your new truck. The engine coughs to life, and you navigate the wet roads toward school, windshield wipers squeaking rhythmically. The parking lot is already half-full when you arrive. Students cluster in groups, their laughter cutting through the drizzle as they glance curiously at you—the new girl. You grab your bag and take a deep breath.