There was a knock on the front door.
Who could it be?
I looked down at the clothes I was wearing. I had changed into my comfortable clothes after I had gotten home from work. It had been a long day. My job at Newton's, the local sporting goods shop, usually wasn't so bad but the owners' son had decided to modernize the shop. His new system was more trouble than it was worth in my opinion. He was more trouble than he was worth if I allowed myself to be truthful. Poor Mrs. Newton had no idea how to use the new system her son Mike was so sure would be more efficient that hers, so I was the one that was changing everything over from her old system to Mike's new system.
In truth I shouldn't complain. I was lucky that the Mrs. Newton had decided to hire me. I had worked so hard to finish my Bachelor's degree in three years instead of four only to find out I wasn't really qualified to do anything with my degree after I had it. All of my professors mentioned how my degree would bring so many opportunities after graduation. Since I studied everything under the sun I would be qualified to do anything; or at least that's what they told me. It sounded good. I never really knew what I wanted to do once I graduated high school except go to college. A Liberal Studies Major seemed heaven sent. I would study a little of everything until I found something that I wanted to concentrate on. At least, that was the plan. The problem was I never did find that one thing that captured my interest. I was lost.
So what was I supposed to do? I finished school as quickly as I could thinking I could get a job afterwards and hope that would lead me to where I was supposed to be.
And that's where another problem appeared. No one was hiring and those that were wanted someone with experience. I had concentrated so hard on school work that I had no real life work experience. How was I supposed to gain work experience if no one hired me? What was I to do? I had no job, or job offers, and no money left to go back to school. Besides, going back to school would have only helped if I knew what I wanted to study. I was still lost. So I took up my father's offer to move back in with him.
I knew he had worried about me being alone in a big city like Seattle. I constantly reminded him that I had lived in Phoenix before I came to live with him when my mother remarried in my sophomore year of high school. I knew what big city life was like but it never reassured him. Sometimes I wondered if all the items in the care packages he sent me while I was in Seattle for college were legal for me to have but I never questioned him about that. My father took his job as the Chief or Police very seriously and he would never do anything to jeopardize it. I knew he wanted me to be safe and no place seemed safer than his hometown; Forks. What could ever happen in such a small town?
A/N: This is my first story. Let me know what you think.