I regretted coming to live with my dad as soon as we arrived in Forks.
Forks.
/Fôrks/ • A smaller than small town where everyone has known each other since birth.
Your average Forks teen's idea of a good time is hitting up the lake or stuffing their face at the dinner and if your lucky enough to have a stack of cash and some wheels-the nearest mall is about an hour south.
"Is this it?" My fathers rusty pick up truck pulls into the driveway of a small home.
"Yep. Your childhood home. I'm so glad to have you back here Bella. Your gonna love it here."
I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming. I sincerely doubt that.
