Darcey's Song (A Seth Clearwater Love Story)
The pain is unbearable, but the life I'm trading for my own is worth it. I feel the tears pop out of my eyes uncontrollably, everything was so much brighter than before, I screamed in agony. I've never felt this much pain at once before, when I was 12 and fell from the roof and broke my feg and arm, psh, thats nothing compared to this. I've been screaming like this for about 20 minutes. Suddenly I feel numb, like morphine was injected into my brain. I can't feel anything but the vibration of the people sobbing and yelling, I feel sleepy. I know whats coming, and I hate myself for what I'm going to do to Seth right now. I let my eyelids drop and I sigh. "I love you seth" I whisper, and I let my self drift away like a boat on a stream....
2 years Earlier The plane is landing into Port Angeles is small and quiet. The weather is just as miserable as I feel. Even though my parents have made many mistakes, I still love them. And I know that I'll miss them soon but I looked at the rehab they'll be attending and it looks promising. We pull up to the airport and it's pouring rain. "Is it always like this?" I ask the guy in the power suit and a Lil' too much old spice on right next to me. "Pretty much." He says with a smile. I turn on my blue sidekick and it buzzes to life. 5 NEW MESSAGES it reads. All from Aunt Tracey. Sigh. I slip on my shoes as people begin to quietly file out of the plane. I guess this is going to be my new home for a while, I thought as I took one more hopeful look out the window. This is how I'm going to spend my Sophomore year? A new school, away from my parents, away from everyone I know? Lovely. At least I have Aunt Tracy and Uncle Bill. "Just gotta keep my head up." I said to myself as I walked slowly off the plane.
After we got my bags, and drove to forks, I knew I wouldn't like forks. It's too small and rainy, compared to my home town Orlando, Florida. I was used to watching people jog, and ride bikes through the town, smiling and happy. I was used to people saying that I'm negative, but now I was truly starting to believe them. Aunt Tracey tried to make small talk, but she knew I was hurting. It seemed like forever before we made it to the house, but when we finally made it, this whole scenario started to sink in. I was alone here. Everything was going to change. Uncle Bill lead me to my room, "So, 'ere yer go. Der'cey. Make yerself at herm." I smiled, Uncle Bill's strange accent always threw me off, but made me smile at the same time.
"Thank you, Uncle Bill. I'll start to put my things away." He left the room with my bags by the closet. The room was fairly small, but not too cramped. There was a twin bed against one wall, a small dresser, a closet, and a window that opened onto the roof. 'I could easily sneak out of here.' I thought to myself. After I stuffed my various t shirts and sweats into the small dresser Tracey gave me a short tour of this tiny town. Is this place mainly populated with truckers? Everywhere I looked, I saw either a hunting shop, or a gas station. One of which had a surprise sitting at one of the pumps. I'm not sure what model or company, but it looked like a car that Bill Gates or Brad Pitt would own. It was jet black, and had a very embarrassed girl standing by it. She must not be the person to like attention. She kept on driving, and giving me a boring tour. After a while I stopped listening, and started to braid my honey brown hair. The next few years are going to be horrible.
The first day of school was terrifying. I felt like a puppy infront of 200 curious toddlers. Everybody was wanting to talk to me and they kept on asking what class I have next. If I hadn't already memerised my schedule I sure would've in the first 20 minutes of english class. On the bright side everyone was super nice and helpful. I had a bunch of classes with a nice girl named Chelsea. She helped me with the ins and outs of Forks High, but it didn't seem that different from my old school. Chelsea even showed me the Cullens. They looked like snobs to me. Especialy that one Rosalie girl, walking around like she was a hot piece of ass. In math (the only class I don't have with Chelsea) I sat next to a cute boy named Garrett. His deep blue eyes were like a sea, and his blonde hair made him look like a Abercrombie model. "Hey" I said with a smile. Garret smiled shyly and nodded. The bell rang and the teacher introduced herself as Mrs. Lin. She started a lecture about how much math is important on the SATs and in life. Garret passed me a note. It read...
'Hey Darcey, a bunch of us are gonna meet down at La Push for a bonfire tonight. You in? There'll be a smore there with your name on it! Think about it.
-Garret'
I picked up a pencil and started to write. 'Sounds awesome! I'll come but I'll need a ride. - Darcey' and I passed it back. He smiled and wrote, then passed it back to me. It read 'Me, Chelsea, Heather, and Derrek are gunna ride together and You can come too if you want. Meet up at the diner at 4 and wear a bathing suit.' I nodded. First day in Forks and I'm already going to a party? Winning.
After school I went through my closet trying to find my dark purple bikini that my mom got me at a small boutique, and some cute shorts and a tee. I told Tracey and Bill where to find me and that my phone was charged. They were excited that I was going out with friends on my very first day. As I headed to the diner I felt jittery, which I'm usually not. Everybody was there and we hit the road right away! I met some new people in the car, but they reminded me so much of all my old friends from Orlando. I bet that they were just as excited to be best friends with the 'New Girl'. 30 minutes of driving and laughing took us to an Indian reservation, called La Push. It was in a fairly wooded area, but the beach was not like one I've seen before. It was rocky, not sandy. There were no people playing frisbee, or volleyball, and instead of hot sunny weather, it was cool and cloudy. Everybody started to walk down to the beach, and I could tell that my tan skin made me stick out from the other Forks students, but I started to get more comfortable when we met the La Push boys. They all looked like 20 somethings, but they seemed to act like typical high school boys. They each started to introduce themselves to me. "I'm Paul, this here's Jacob, Same, Embry, and lastly, Seth.
2 years Earlier The plane is landing into Port Angeles is small and quiet. The weather is just as miserable as I feel. Even though my parents have made many mistakes, I still love them. And I know that I'll miss them soon but I looked at the rehab they'll be attending and it looks promising. We pull up to the airport and it's pouring rain. "Is it always like this?" I ask the guy in the power suit and a Lil' too much old spice on right next to me. "Pretty much." He says with a smile. I turn on my blue sidekick and it buzzes to life. 5 NEW MESSAGES it reads. All from Aunt Tracey. Sigh. I slip on my shoes as people begin to quietly file out of the plane. I guess this is going to be my new home for a while, I thought as I took one more hopeful look out the window. This is how I'm going to spend my Sophomore year? A new school, away from my parents, away from everyone I know? Lovely. At least I have Aunt Tracy and Uncle Bill. "Just gotta keep my head up." I said to myself as I walked slowly off the plane.
After we got my bags, and drove to forks, I knew I wouldn't like forks. It's too small and rainy, compared to my home town Orlando, Florida. I was used to watching people jog, and ride bikes through the town, smiling and happy. I was used to people saying that I'm negative, but now I was truly starting to believe them. Aunt Tracey tried to make small talk, but she knew I was hurting. It seemed like forever before we made it to the house, but when we finally made it, this whole scenario started to sink in. I was alone here. Everything was going to change. Uncle Bill lead me to my room, "So, 'ere yer go. Der'cey. Make yerself at herm." I smiled, Uncle Bill's strange accent always threw me off, but made me smile at the same time.
"Thank you, Uncle Bill. I'll start to put my things away." He left the room with my bags by the closet. The room was fairly small, but not too cramped. There was a twin bed against one wall, a small dresser, a closet, and a window that opened onto the roof. 'I could easily sneak out of here.' I thought to myself. After I stuffed my various t shirts and sweats into the small dresser Tracey gave me a short tour of this tiny town. Is this place mainly populated with truckers? Everywhere I looked, I saw either a hunting shop, or a gas station. One of which had a surprise sitting at one of the pumps. I'm not sure what model or company, but it looked like a car that Bill Gates or Brad Pitt would own. It was jet black, and had a very embarrassed girl standing by it. She must not be the person to like attention. She kept on driving, and giving me a boring tour. After a while I stopped listening, and started to braid my honey brown hair. The next few years are going to be horrible.
The first day of school was terrifying. I felt like a puppy infront of 200 curious toddlers. Everybody was wanting to talk to me and they kept on asking what class I have next. If I hadn't already memerised my schedule I sure would've in the first 20 minutes of english class. On the bright side everyone was super nice and helpful. I had a bunch of classes with a nice girl named Chelsea. She helped me with the ins and outs of Forks High, but it didn't seem that different from my old school. Chelsea even showed me the Cullens. They looked like snobs to me. Especialy that one Rosalie girl, walking around like she was a hot piece of ass. In math (the only class I don't have with Chelsea) I sat next to a cute boy named Garrett. His deep blue eyes were like a sea, and his blonde hair made him look like a Abercrombie model. "Hey" I said with a smile. Garret smiled shyly and nodded. The bell rang and the teacher introduced herself as Mrs. Lin. She started a lecture about how much math is important on the SATs and in life. Garret passed me a note. It read...
'Hey Darcey, a bunch of us are gonna meet down at La Push for a bonfire tonight. You in? There'll be a smore there with your name on it! Think about it.
-Garret'
I picked up a pencil and started to write. 'Sounds awesome! I'll come but I'll need a ride. - Darcey' and I passed it back. He smiled and wrote, then passed it back to me. It read 'Me, Chelsea, Heather, and Derrek are gunna ride together and You can come too if you want. Meet up at the diner at 4 and wear a bathing suit.' I nodded. First day in Forks and I'm already going to a party? Winning.
After school I went through my closet trying to find my dark purple bikini that my mom got me at a small boutique, and some cute shorts and a tee. I told Tracey and Bill where to find me and that my phone was charged. They were excited that I was going out with friends on my very first day. As I headed to the diner I felt jittery, which I'm usually not. Everybody was there and we hit the road right away! I met some new people in the car, but they reminded me so much of all my old friends from Orlando. I bet that they were just as excited to be best friends with the 'New Girl'. 30 minutes of driving and laughing took us to an Indian reservation, called La Push. It was in a fairly wooded area, but the beach was not like one I've seen before. It was rocky, not sandy. There were no people playing frisbee, or volleyball, and instead of hot sunny weather, it was cool and cloudy. Everybody started to walk down to the beach, and I could tell that my tan skin made me stick out from the other Forks students, but I started to get more comfortable when we met the La Push boys. They all looked like 20 somethings, but they seemed to act like typical high school boys. They each started to introduce themselves to me. "I'm Paul, this here's Jacob, Same, Embry, and lastly, Seth.
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