2 Rain is the season

This is the small town named Forks. It certainly is unique. I never lived in a small town before but everyone knows everyone. And everyone knows each other's business. I guess that's a small-town thing. (People seemed to be expecting us.)

It was cloudy here. I was hoping to at least see the sun. I don't sweat it, I knew the weather would be different from where I moved from. My pace of life would slow down. Not that I was fast pace to begin with. Being a city girl, people seem to expect an overly mature teenager. Not a later bloomer with no desire to have any involvement with people. I have golden brown hair with matching eyebrows. I'm about five four and a half. My complexion is light brown skin, like a golden tan but all natural.

As we drove down the street I could see red chevy truck in the driveway. It was old, heavy, well built. With a couple of people in the driveway fool around. The girl and boy were checking out there the truck. In the process of watching them as we drove by I was wondering when I would have my own vehicle.

In the back of my head that scene felt so familiar like I've seen it somewhere from a different point of view. Before I couldn't grasp that thought. The thought had escaped me before I even seriously thought about it.

About five six houses down from the old red chevy my mom pulled into the driveway. I was looking at a ranch style home. My mom parked the car and I stepped out. As I looked around, I could see the storage pod was in the driveway. Beyond that, I can see trees. ( lots and lots of trees, ferns, plant i don't know the name of.)

I breathe in the fresh air. This was a welcomed experience. My mom and I had just come from a bad situation so peace sounded lovely.

The house wasn't big but it was newly renovated by the couple that my mom bought it from. It was a two-bedroom house. They had added a another bathroom and open it up so it could be an open-concept kind of home. I like how they updated it. It made the home feel like it was an updated city home. But more peaceful. The colors were light, it made the space look bigger.

The house was empty but that was okay. After all that driving, I'm sure Mom wanted to rest. But we need a beds to do that. So we wouldn't be resting that much. Mom unlock the storage pod. We had two basics of foundation frames, mattresses, dining room table, some dishes, a couple solitary chairs, a TV and not much else. We were starting new. My mom will be starting a receptionist position at the police station. I would be going to the Forks high school.

While we lugged stuff into the house, my mom was trying to tell me about the high school. In this small town everybody knows everybody. It couldn't be that much for her to tell me but she explained that my school would only have a total of three hundred fifty eight students more or less. I think, I would prefer to smaller class sizes anyway. You learn more. People actually pay attention. I can fade into the background, while, I do what I'm supposed to do. I could get a little bit more active in school. We'll see, I don't know how people will respond to me. When I know how they will respond, then I respond in kind just. (Let's just go with the flow.)

We didn't have that much stuff to move so it didn't really take that long it was all one level so everything went where it was supposed to go and me and my mom went to all separate rooms and put together out beds. My mom saw the flyer for takeout, so that's probably what we'll be having tonight for dinner. Afterwards we pulled in suitcases from the truck. Then mom and I proceeded to go into our separate bathrooms to wash up and call it the night.

That night, I dreamed of Bryant. I dreamt of him giving me a hug. He seemed to be encouraging me with his smile. But in my dream, I didn't seem to realize, I was sad. I touch my face. It was wet with a tear that was rolling down it. But I didn't even realize I was crying. Why does my heart ache for a man I haven't even met. I never figured it out, I've been dreaming of him for so long. Dreaming of another life. I never talked about it with anyone. I haven't told my mom about it. Maybe, it's a past life thing and maybe he'll come back to me. We'll see.

I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of rain beating against my window. There's something oddly comforting about the sound of rain.

[As a child I used to love to run around in it and splash in the puddles and as I got older the idea of being out in the rain didn't change much I still like to run around in the rain without a raincoat.

[The idea getting dang drenched doesn't scare me at all.]

After listening to the rain for half an hour or so, I went back to sleep.

When I woke up in the morning I didn't even bother to look outside. I was more worried about whether or not I would go to school. While I thought about school, I washed up and got dressed. Afterwards, I went to eat some dry Captain Crunch with a cup of water on the side. We order take out last night there wasn't any left to eat at breakfast. My mom really will have to go to the market today.

She wasn't due to be at work for another week. So mom made it her mission to get me settled into our new home and school. Hopefully, she will only drive me to school. I can handling the rest.

I finished breakfast. Then I looked out the window. It was drizzling but I didn't mind that. Mom went to take me to the school early so that way I can get started. She was having a better early than never kind of attitude. I had to give my mom a thumbs-up for enthusiasm. She's always been cheerful and I hope that never goes away. She dropped me off and left me the handle the rest.

I walking inside the building. In the office their was a red head woman wearing purple. She was dressed down but still professional looking. She asked me, "Can I help you?"

" Yes. My name is Mireya Belladonna Rice."

"Oh, we were expecting you. We have your schedule ready for you. Here is the map of the school. She had an infectious smile to the point that I couldn't help smiling. She was happy she met me and I was happy I met her, a rare thing. She explained my classes and how to find them.

I followed the map to my first class, it was pretty easy to follow the instructions. I hung my coat up inside the classroom which was new to me. (no lockers) It's not bad, small classes are probably very relaxed. In my homeroom, the teacher had me introduce myself and then sent me to an empty desk. I look out of the window and then looking around the classroom. I proceeded to fade into the background. As the day carried on, I listen to the teacher explained the course. (The teacher explained what the class will be learning. The requirements in order to pass this course. Then I spotted someone who had a somewhat familiar face. Seeing his face made me swoon. Maybe, it was just my imagination working overtime.

I took a deep breath and turn my face away. Maybe, I'm feeling a bit lonely. I couldn't help but think that I only think of Bryant when I was feeling lonely or in need of comfort. Even in my dreams he was a type of crutch or support. Dare I say, even a type of imaginary friend to help me get through my worst days. His honey hazel brown stayed on my mind. He was six two in height. After that the day dragged on like this. Until it was time for lunch. I still haven't met anybody or became friends. No one particularly notice that I was one of the new people going to the school. I tend to fade into the background. I guess it would be an impossible for me to make friends without some effort. Haha, I was laughing at myself.

I went and sat in the far end of the cafeteria I couldn't help but look at my surroundings. Their were four boys and two girls. The first one had some serious muscle. and curly hair. The second one was tall with lean muscular blonde, another with unruly reddish brown hair. I didn't pay much attention to him. But the one next to him was fine tone with just the right amount of muscle. He had a smooth athletic build. He filled out his shirt quite well. My throat was dry. I started to feel like I needed a drink. Seriously, what is with my brain. I saw on the other table not too far from them the other new girl. Everyone was expecting her too. So far, I've only heard her name a couple times. I believe they called her Bella. I could be wrong. But if your listen to the hearsay, some truth comes out. She looked a bit uncomfortable as she sat down the table with the group of teens. She then glanced at the untidy one only to quickly turn back around to mind her own business. Carrying on with there conversation. I was starting to feel like a spectator but no matter how much I want to mind my own business but my thoughts were asking, why does this look so familiar?

I wasn't about to sit there and keep pondering that question. So, I tried to quietly leave the cafeteria. As I walked by the other new girl named Bella, I could hear the girl at the table saying "that's Edward, Emmett Cullen's and Rosalie, then Jade Hale and Alice Cullen. Yup, those names definitely sound familiar but there was a name even more familiar. His name was Bryant. That made me pause in my steps and drop my plate.

[I've finally gone crazy. My dream has become a Reality. How needy am I?] I didn't see edward try to hold in a laught and almost choked in the process.

I bent over and proceeded to pick up the mess that I made only to be approached by Bryant. "You must be new."

" I am." Why am i talking to a figment of my imagination.

" My name is Bryant." My dream guy spoke. He deeply inhaled.

"My name is Mireya."

"Let me help you with that, you seem a bit out of it." Oh, i am. I am pretty sure I finally had a mental break down.

He proceeded to walk with me to put the stuff in the trash. We stood by the exit doors. I tend to fade in the background, people forget me really easily. And sometimes it's a blessing in disguise, other times it's just really lonely. He seemed to understand that. I have no idea why he seems to understand it.

"Thank you my dream guy. I appreciate the help."

"You think you imagine me?" He asked amused.

"Yup. I think my brain finally broke. I'm going to go to the doctor's to get checked out." I said in a nonchalant way.

"I'm real."

"No your not. Dreams aren't real. You look the same as my dream. I usually fade into the background. But only Bryant would be able to find me. But it's not night and I'm not sleeping."

I walked away quickly. His eyes were turning red. He seemed to be enduring something, I wouldn't understand. I called my mom and asked if she would come get me. Maybe I entered school too soon. Maybe tomorrow would be a better day.

Mom came to get me.

~~ THE CULLEN' STILL AT LUNCH~~

Bryant went back to the table. A bit sadly.

"Wifey just denied reality." Alice teased

"Dang it, I know." he said feeling uncertain.

"How can you endure her smell? Aren't yo afraid of attacking her?" Edward asked. He was

enduring something similar.

Bryant pause in his thought. A vivid picture of the kissing flashed threw his mind. He quickly locked it away before Edward caught a glimpse. He could hide his thoughts from edward if he wanted. Or he could silently communicate with him.

"I'm not afraid of attacking her. I am afraid of her running away. I've waited so long for her." Bryant spoke in a soft tone. He currently had the look of a cat stalking the canary.