Willow Peaks

Making Introductions

Part 1

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Picture this, I am a mid twenties and rather annoyed female sitting at the back of a public taxi, cramped to the window seat and eyes glued to the desert outside. With a man beside me that insisted to fit himself into one seat when he clearly needs two to fit himself, rubbing against my side and shimmying to the bumps in the dirt road that jerk my body to hit painfully at the window beside me. Oh yes, you bet this is how I am going to start this story, because this cramped, shell of horror that I am travelling in is what got me into this mess in the first place... again. Now while I shift my shoulder bags closer to the wall and grasp my wallet with a firm fist of frustration, determined to get out of here. I will tell you a bit about my story, or more exact, who I am, and why who I am is so important right now.

Ill forget the awkward presentation style of introducing myself and jump right into it, I'm Claire. That's C, L, A, I, R, E. As you know I'm in my mid twenties, actually 24 but you get the drift. I guess people on the most part describe me as a quiet person, hence why im not complaining to the taxi driver like the typical Karen. Oh, and I like reading books and slow walks on the beach at sunset... sort of. No, Jokes aside I don't get out much, in fact I don't do much besides read, listen to music and well, sit at home. That says a lot about me I know. To describe my appearance? well, i have a horrible box dye job of black hair sitting on top of my head. It's obvious I don't see the sunlight much if at all, my eyes are a boring dull brown and i suppose I am not the fittest of people. But at least I can fit in one seat unlike some. You're probably thinking "whoa, this girl is a right bitch", and your judgement will be correct, I am a bitch, at least for now.

Here is the more important matter at hand though, what in earth am I doing on this taxi? why would I throw myself into this situation? I can tell you in one word. Responsibility. You see I am slowly but surely on the way to one of my favourite places! (sarcastic input here). Im heading to Willow Peaks, it sounds like a beach, and well, it has beaches im sure but really the heart of the place is a small town that I swear could fit into one short road if it wasn't so spread out by property and forest. You heard me, the desert im staring out is soon to be a distant memory. Peaks is a pretty rainy place, one thing I have always thought is that the weather sure is weird there, forecasters say that its just a rip in nature. Whatever that means. Anyway, Willow peaks holds a few of my dearest friends, I received a letter from them a few months ago, something about a wedding, or a funeral, not sure which but I remember it was important. Months I know, I never took it seriously really, so I ignored it until letter after letter came and then emails and text messages. Somehow these people are old fashioned in a modern era, they insist on letters despite texting, so I knew once I got those texts that this was serious, and they actually wanted me there.

I cant remember much about the place, Besides its morbid scenery and the ill stench of rot from moisture that slightly lingered. That and the few, very small group of friends I made there when I was in college a few years back. The events that happened aren't clear, probably because they weren't important at all, but hey, it was probably some ridiculous girl drama over wearing the same dress that got me to leave. Whatever it was, I am dreading coming back for some reason, and a part of me is curious to say the least to find out what that reason is while I'm there. But first things first, the wedding! or funeral, whichever.