Summary: Cammy Haugen moved to Forks to live with some relatives for a little peace from the hustle and bustle of California. Being a fan of Twilight, she can't help but notice that there are odd similarities between the book and the real life Forks.

It depresses me to say that I don't own Twilight.

When I first read Twilight I was shocked, amazed. My friend Donna was a vampire fanatic and when she read it she practically threw her book at me and told me to read it. Donna and I had been best friends since first grade.

"I had no idea you had family in Forks," Donna gushed. I would think her giddiness about my aunt and uncle living in a real place used as a setting in a fictional book was childish, but the truth was I was just as excited.

"Yup," I said as we watched my parents argue about directions to the airport in the front yard. Donna shook her head.

"What am I going to do with you gone the whole year?" she asked with a sigh. I smiled sadly at her. She wasn't a cryer, but her eyes were welling up. "Oh!" she said and wrapped around to take off her backpack.

"What are you doing?" I asked with a laugh.

"Giving you your own set of Twilight, since you can't go borrowing mine two states away," Donna said. She unloaded three hardcover books and handed then to me. She was a short girl with pretty hispanic features. She had a wonderful style, and always reminded me of Alice in the way she took extra care in her appearance. If she had a Cullen-sized bank account, there was no doubt in my mind she would be shopping as much as Alice. Me? I was white as white gets, with a habit of wearing nothing but pajama pants and black shirts.

We were an odd pair, in school we didn't seem like the type to be best friends. But we were neighbors and therefore, forced to spend our childhood together. Now we were nearly inseparable, this being the first time we wouldn't be only one house away from one another. When Aunt Debbie and Uncle Bob offered to let me live there for my junior year, I was more than happy to do so. I mean, come on. If someone offered you a life is Forks, would you say no?

I didn't think so.

Donna and I flipped through the hardcover books. The first in the series had a note from her. As I started to read it, she smiled.

"If you find a vampire in Forks snag me one of his brothers, will ya?" I shook my head and smiled at her as Donna giggled.

"Definitely," I promised. We hugged one last time then my dad started to call my from the car.

"Cammy! Come on! You're going to miss your flight!" my dad yelled. So I gathered the books and ran towards the car, waving over my shoulder at the same time.

That was how I left the San Fernando Valley of Southern California. I left with the excuse that I wanted to live in Forks just like Bella. I would live with some estranged relatives, my great aunt and her husband to be specific. But the real reason I left was because I hate California with an enormous passion.

I hated the big cities, I hated the lack of vegetation, I hated the speedy traffic, and I hated fake blondes with orange skin. I'm the type of person who loves wildlife and revels in the rain. In fact, there is nothing I hate more than hot, desert city life. I'd had enough of that in California.

That wasn't the only reason. I don't like being a flakey person, I just am. Being in Forks would hopefully give me a chance to learn how to be independent and responsible. That way, I could get my own place when I'm eighteen and already know how to rely on myself. For a sixteen year old there was no better way to practice then to live with my aunt and uncle who were constantly overseas in countries I couldn't pronounce. I wasn't a resident in Forks as much as I was a house sitter.

I had no fantasies of finding anything unusual in the real Forks. Lets face it. There was no way I was going to find vampires or werewolves in Forks. It was just a handy excuse to tell my friends. They thought me quirky and fun for doing this, really I just wanted some solitude. When the plane dipped below the clouds rain drops appeared on the little window. I smiled softly at them.


There's nothing like growing up in the desert to make you appreciate rain. I got off the plane with what little clothes I had and walked to the front of the airport where there was a purplish Celica waiting for me. My blonde fifty-something aunt leaned against it smiling.

"Camille!" she shouted and ran to me to hug me. I laughed and hugged her back. Aunt Debbie pulled me away and looked at me with my face between her hands. "Oh, my brave, brave niece! Its so good to see you!" She started to chat away while stuffing my one suitcase in her trunk. Aunt Debbie's a talker, worrier, and neat freak, but she was nicest person I'd ever met.

When we started to drive away I couldn't get a word in edgewise. She just kept going on and on about Uncle Bob and how excited she was to be leaving for Egypt in a week. She was going to be gone for two weeks. It was going to be just me and my schoolwork for that time.

When Aunt Debbie ran out of things to talk about, she turned to me. I was busy watching the raindrops on the windshield, marveling at the fact that there were trees growing here. Naturally. No one had to plant them, there were just forests on either side of the freeway that had been here for centuries.

"Camille?" Aunt Debbie asked, snapping me out of my trance. She had a slightly more serious face on now, her smile was a little more forced. "If you don't mind me asking, why did you decide to live in Forks. Are you having trouble with your mom?""

I shook my head.

"I just happen to hate California. Besides, when I'm house sitting gone I'll have lots of time to practice living on my own," I said knowing the truth was safe with her. Aunt Debbie laughed.

"I hate California too. The weather there is so boring," she said. That was a hundred percent true. "But Forks isn't exactly an exciting place. I'm worried you're going to get bored. Especially living in the house on your own." I shrugged.

"I've got plenty of reading material," I said smiling at my own joke. Aunt Debbie didn't catch on. "My grades are starting to slip anyway. I think having less distractions will help me. I failed two classes last semester." I grimaced at that. It had gotten me grounded most of the summer because of it.

"Well, the kids here are friendly. New kids are a novelty in school. I'm sure you'll get along just fine," she said. I nodded, but didn't really believe her. I don't make friends very well. Donna was a social butterfly and the other friends I had I'd made through her. I was a book nerd, Donna was a closet nerd so she could pull off being cool pretty easily.

When got home and I felt a little pang of excitement. Forks, Washington. Scenery of Twilight. Oh, it was beautiful. I looked out the window eagerly, somehow hoping to see a vampire walking down the sidewalk. It was a cloudy day, I knew the signs to look for.

But I saw nothing. Of course. Vampires aren't real, I knew that.

Aunt Debbie took me straight to her house. It was a small one bedroom house, but the attic was refurnished into a second bedroom. The basement was Uncle Bob's office where he watched his stocks from the opening of the market to the closing. He wasn't home though so Aunt Debbie showed me to my room.

To my horror, it kind of reminded me of a prison cell. It was a quaint little room with a metal frame twin bed, bookshelf, and dresser. I didn't say anything though. My aunt seemed to sense its effect on me though. She promised to help me redecorate when she got back from her trip. I told her that the room didn't bother me and she didn't have to do that, but I was just trying to be polite. The rest of the day I spent unpacking. I said hi to Uncle Bob when he got home. It was all very normal.

It was then I realized that it was silly of me to hope in the slightest that there would be vampires here. However, that didn't stop me from hoping and you know what they say about being careful for what you wish for.