Drip, drip drip, was the sound of the rain as it fell lightly to the ground and landed in a puddle in front of the petite girl walking slowly along the side walk. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail and her face was anything but calm, even someone walking by could seen that there was something troubling the girl. her face was so tightly scrunched up that it looked like she has just finished eating a sour lemon. Her eyes were concentrating on her footsteps and not paying anyone else much mind at all. The girl also looked very out of place in the scene she was standing in. She was far to tan to even be existing there, more or less walking on the pale white side walk with a grey backdrop behind her. she looked like the type of girl who would belong in a skimpy bikini on some beach with a lot of palm trees and many other tan people, who looked just as normal as she would amidst the dark natural tones of the beach, but the girl was not in the scene she was in this strange one, where she did not belong.

Melody looked above her, it was raining. She pulled her hood up to try to block the heavy pelts from hitting her already cold face. But that did not seem to keep the pestering rain out, although just a short rain, it still had enough power to bring cold everywhere on her body. This was one of the things that made her home transition so very difficult. Life in Forks was so different from life in Los Angeles. First it was always raining, which in L.A. it almost never rained, it was always sunny and perfect, with the sun shinning on her face. Also the population of this small town was such less of that of her old town, she knew this coming in, but she had no idea that on her first day here everyone would know her name already. On her first day of high school in L.A. no one even noticed her unless she said something, which she never did. Melody was not the type of girl who would start a conversation with a stranger, or even with someone she was friends with.

The rain was coming down so hard she could barley see the road in front of her. Even though she lived far away from most of Forks, her father made her walk everywhere. Melody did not blame him though; he already had too much to worry about. Melody always had a soft spot in her heart for her father, even though the two of them never talked, she had a strange understanding of him. Thinking about her father made her sad, as thinking about just anything these days made her feel. This past year had been ridiculously hard on her father, but what he did not know was that it was even harder on her. While he had only lost a wife and a son, Melody had lost a father too. It might have sounded sick and wrong to say this, but Melody knew that her father would never understand it if she told him. Not that he would care anyway, Melody was nothing to him, she never had been and she never will be. Her father and her did not talk much to anyone anymore. Ever since Anthony died, their house had been very quit. Melody had spent most of her time in her painting room. Painting was her way to get away from the world she lived in and explore new places.

The rain seemed to get harder by the minute, and walking was becoming more difficult by the second. In L.A. Melody had never seen the need to drive anywhere, so she had never gotten her license although she had taken all the driver’s ED for it. Forks made driving seem like a must, but since she didn’t have a license Melody had to walk everywhere, no matter what the whether. Today was one of the special days where she got to walk in the pouring rain. It was only her second day in Forks, and she was already praying for a license. From where she lived it was about a twenty-minute walk to the beach, and she still had about ten minutes to go. The whether seemed to be mocking her today. Lets see how ridiculous we can make Melody look today, she could hear it cackling at her. People driving by her on the street started laughing at her and honking their horns, but still she trudged on. As if sensing her confidence the rain came down even harder then before. She felt any second now it would start hailing. Suddenly there was a loud honk next to her, it was much louder then all the other ones had been. Trying to block out the screeching noise, her hands flew up to her ears. Determining the noise was coming from the street to the right of her Melody looked to see who was being so obnoxious.

Sitting in a small brown car next to her was a boy that seemed to be about her age. Lowering the window he beckoned to her, and opened the passenger door, as if asking her to ride in his car. The boy seemed slightly annoyed, like he was late for somewhere he had to be very soon. Melody looked around her; there was no one else on the street. Normally Melody would never take a ride from a stranger, but she was freezing and the rain did not seem to be letting up. Surprisingly, she found herself climbing into the stranger’s car. Melody turned to the mysterious driver and said quietly, “Thank you.” She couldn’t help a nervous smile from creeping onto her blue lips. The boy returned the smile and looked at her intently as if asking where she was going. Answering his wordless question she informed him where she was headed. “The beach,” she responded shyly. Talking to anyone was difficult for her, but talking to a boy she did not know was almost impossible. He laughed at her, and she wondered if it was because it was raining ridiculously hard. I am being a little ridiculous aren’t I, she thought to herself laughing. Melody couldn’t help it; she needed to see the beach. Besides painting and reading, going to the beach was her only other get away. She always felt like she was in a different world when she was at a beach.

Looking up at the clouded sky, she noticed the rain was finally letting up. Things might work out the way I planned, she thought optimistically. Melody turned her attention to the boy sitting next to her. He was not too bad looking; his long hair covered up to his eyebrows, where his blue eyes jumped off his face, he had a nice smile, and he was not too thin or too fat. Although he wouldn’t look at her, he seemed like a nice guy. After all he did let her ride in his car. As if noticing her staring at him, he turned his piercing eyes toward her. He nodded toward the beach beside him and waited for her to get out of the car. Melody had not even noticed the car stopped, but she could tell he was in a hurry, so she quickly jumped out of the car. As soon as she was safely on the sidewalk he speeded away into the fog. Longingly, Melody watched his car drive away, and laughed at herself for not taking the chance to make a friend of the boy. Slowly she turned to look at the beach behind her; all her breath left her as she soaked in the beaches beauty. As Melody ran down toward the beach, she forgot all about the mysterious boy in the little brown car.