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    Story Of Mayella Cullen

    Sunday morning, the last day of Summer Vacation, my first day here in Forks since we moved away from our little haven in Alaska. It's cold here, too, and always raining, but there's an upside to Forks, It's warmer than Alaska -alot warmer- and also it's alot prettier and green.

    I wake up to the sunless day outside. My night had been hectically exhausting. All three of us, (my mother, father and I) ran from airport to another. My parents were clearly excited to be coming back, never once looking as if they were tired, but with me, most of my trip was spent yawning, and my mother and father chucking skittles or mnm's into my mouth when it remained open in sleep.

    Rolling over, I glared at the alarm clock, struggling with a stretch that made my body numb and tingle with relief. It was the after noon, about 1:30. Exhaling, I toyed with the idea of rolling back over and falling asleep again. No such luck though. Sitting up, I gazed around my new room, rubbing the sleepies from my eyes and sighed. Tears sped down my cheeks. I wiped the water away. My eyes always watered this badly in the morning. Everything was still in the boxes, stacked unsteadily in tall pillars all around my room -well, only like two pillars consisting of four large boxes each, and my new room was huge compared to the little space they took up-. I didn't own a lot, partially because our last house was very tiny -one of the biggest in Alaska, but still very tiny.- It was about the size of a normal house, simple two bedroom, one bathroom, small living room connected to the kitchen-. My father always complained on how terrible he felt for not being able to get us nice stuff on account of how much space we lacked, but now that our house was huge -it was a three story house, 3 master bedrooms, 6 guest bedrooms, one bathroom on each floor, two had showers, the third was a mixture between a bath tub and shower- he was going to spend all sorts of money on un-necessary junk for me and my mother. We hated receiving gifts from people, I a little more than her, but that was because of my genes I've received.

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