MOONLIT AFFAIRS

music; Thought I found a way Thought I found a way out (found) But you never go away (never go away) So I guess I gotta stay now Oh, I hope some day I'll make it out of here Even if it takes all night or a hundred years Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near Wanna feel alive, outside I can't fight my fear Isn't it lovely, all alone? Heart made of glass, my mind of stone Tear me to pieces, skin to bone Hello, welcome home Walkin' out of time Lookin' for a better place (lookin' for a better place) Something's on my mind (mind) Always in my head space But I know some day I'll make it out of here Even if it takes all night or a hundred years Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near Wanna feel alive, outside I can't fight my fear Isn't it lovely, all alone? Heart made of glass, my mind of stone Tear me to pieces, skin to bone Hello, welcome home Whoa, yeah Yeah, ah Whoa, whoa Hello, welcome home (elena listen to music) Elena was in the car on her way to the airport listening to her favorite music with her mind on the steering. My aunt drove me to the airport . It was eighty four degrees, the sky a perfect, cloudless blue. I was wearing my favorite shirt — sleeveless,; I was wearing it because I am about to depart from her and I was wearing it as a farewell gesture. From Fawn creek in Washington State, a small town named Forks exists under a near constant cover of clouds. It rains on this inconsequential town more than any other place in the United States of America. It was from this town and its gloomy, omnipresent shade that my aunt escaped with me when I was only a five years old. It was in this town that I'd been compelled to spend a month every summer until I was fourteen. That was the year I finally put my foot down; these past three summers, my dad, Charles, vacationed with me in California for two weeks instead. It was to Forks that I now exiled myself— an action that I took with great horror. I detested Forks. I loved Being away!!. I loved the sun and the heat. I loved the vigorous, sprawling city. "Elena," my aunt said to me — before I got on the plane. "You don't have to do this My aunt looks somehow like me,. I felt a spasm of panic as I stared at her wide, childlike eyes. How could I leave my loving, erratic, harebrained aunt to fend for herself? Of course she had Phil now, so the bills would probably get paid, there would be food in the refrigerator, gas in her car, and someone to call when she got lost, but still… "I want to leave," I lied. I no longer had interest staying with her I just want to find my way back to my dad after moms departure.I'd always been a bad liar, but I'd been saying this lie so frequently lately that it sounded almost convincing now. "Tell Charles I said hi." "I will." "I'll see you soon," she insisted. "You can come home whenever you want — I'll come right back as soon as you need me." But I could see the sacrifice in her eyes behind the promise. "Don't worry about me," I said to her. "It'll be great. I love you, aunt." She hugged me tightly for a minute, and then I got on the plane, and she was gone. It's a five hours flight from forks to Beaumont Flying doesn't bother me; the hour in the car with Charles, though, I was a little worried about. Charles had really been fairly nice about the whole thing. He seemed genuinely pleased that I was coming to live with him for the first time with any degree of permanently staying with him. He got me registered for high school already and he promised probably to get me a car so I can use it for transportation to my class!!!. I didn't know what to say regardless of all he had done. I knew he was lot confused by the decision I made . I already had distaste for my aunt's town. I already said a goodbye to the sun. My primary motivation behind buying a car, despite the scarcity of my funds, was that I refused to be driven around town in a car with red and blue lights on top. Nothing slows down traffic like a cop. Charles who is my dad was a cop at Beaumont. Charles gave me a warm hug when I alighted from the plane. "It is so nice to see you again "Elena" he said.He caught me as I mistakenly stumbled on my feet. He told me I hadn't changed. "How's Charlotte" he asked. " She's fine" I replied. It's good to see you too dad. I was astonished by the shock on his face. As a little drop of tears rolled down his cheek. I didn't have lot of bags actually. Just a few which he helped me with. My aunt and I had pooled our resources to supplement my winter wardrobe, but it was still scanty. It all fit easily into the trunk of the cruiser. "I found a nice car well good if i must say" He announced toe when we came into the house. "What kind of car?" I asked him because I felt kind of suspicious to the sentence he made "nice and good car". "It's a truck actually" like a pick up tro sport truck" I was so pained and asked him what year was the car. He already knew I would say such. Our poor background didn't pull me down anyways I already learned to live life just the way it is. "Do you remember Bones?" Charles asked me. "yeah I do" . "He couldn't drive anymore because he was involved in an accident do he asked me to help me sell his car". Charles responded I asked him what year old was the car. He told me it was 1988. wow that amazed me. "Did he buy it new?"