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    Life and Death: Twilight Reimagined Twilight 1. I stared across the long room, into the dark eyes of the hunter, and she looked pleasantly back at me. At least it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved. Noble, even. That ought to count for something. The hunter smiled in a friendly way as she sauntered forward to kill me. Though it was January everywhere else, it was seventy-five degrees in Phoenix, and the sky was bright blue. I had on my favorite t-shirt—the Monty Python one with the swallows and the coconut that Mom got me two Christmases ago. In the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington State, a small town named Forks exists under a near-constant cover of clouds. It rains on this insignificant town more than any other place in the United States of America. It was from this town and its depressing gloom that my mom escaped with me when I was only a few months old. That was the year I finally started making ultimatums; these past three summers, my dad, Charlie, vacationed with me in California for two weeks instead.

    Eighteen months. It felt like a prison sentence. Eighteen months, hard time. When I slammed the car door behind me, it made a sound like the clang of iron bars locking into place. Okay, just a tad melodramatic there. I have an overactive imagination, as my mom was fond of telling me. And, of course, this was my choice. Self-imposed exile.

    Didn't make it any easier. I loved Phoenix. I loved the sun and the dry heat and the big, sprawling city. And I loved living with my mom, where I was needed.

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    My mom says we look so much alike that I could use her for a shaving mirror. It's not entirely true, though I don't look much like my dad at all. Her chin is pointy and her lips full, which is not like me, but we do have exactly the same eyes.

    On her they're childlike-so wide and pale blue-which makes her look like my sister rather than my mom. We get that all the time and though she pretends not to, she loves it. Staring at those wide, worried eyes so much like my own, I felt panicked. I'd been taking care of my mom for my whole life. I mean, I'm sure there must have been a time, probably when I was still in diapers, that I wasn't in charge of the bills and paperwork and cooking and general level-headedness, but I couldn't remember it.

    Was leaving my mom to fend for herself really the right thing to do?

    It had seemed like it was, during the months I'd struggled toward this decision. But it felt all kinds of wrong now. Of course she had Phil these days, so the bills would probably get paid on time, there would be food in the fridge, gas in the car, and someone to call when she got lost. I'd never been a good liar, but I'd been saying this lie so much lately that it almost sounded convincing now.

    I love you, Mom. It's a three-hour flight from Phoenix to Seattle, another hour in a small plane up to Port Angeles, and then an hour drive back down to Forks. Flying's never bothered me; the hour in the car with Charlie, though, I was a little worried about. Charlie had really been pretty decent about the whole thing.

    He seemed genuinely pleased that I was coming to live with him sort of permanently for the first time. He'd already gotten me registered for high school, and was going to help me get a car. But it would be awkward. Neither of us was what you'd call extroverted-probably a necessary thing for living with my mother.

    But aside from that, what was there to say? It wasn't like I'd kept the way I felt about Forks a secret. When I landed in Port Angeles, it was raining.

    It wasn't an omen, just inevitable. I'd said my goodbyes to the sun. Charlie was waiting for me with the cruiser. This I was expecting, too. Charlie is Police Chief Swan to the good people of Forks.

    My primary motivation behind downloading a car, despite my serious lack of funds, was that I hated driving around town in a car with red and blue lights on top.

    Nothing slows down traffic like a cop. I stumbled off the plane into Charlie's awkward, one-armed hug.

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    We patted each other's shoulders, embarrassed, and then stepped back. How's Renee? It's good to see you, too, Dad. It was about whether I was shirking my responsibility to look after her. This was the reason Charlie'd never fought Mom about custody; he knew she needed me.

    I wouldn't be here if I wasn't sure. Most of my Arizona clothes were too permeable for the Washington climate. My mom and I had pooled our resources to supplement my winter wardrobe, but it still wasn't much.

    I could handle both of them, but Charlie insisted on taking one. It threw my balance off a little-not that I was ever really balanced, especially since the growth spurt. My foot caught on the lip of the exit door and the bag swung out and hit the guy trying to get in.

    I could see tattoos on both sides of his neck. A small woman with hair dyed solid black stared menacingly at me from his other side. Charlie didn't even have to say anything. He just looked at the guy, who backed up a half-step and suddenly seemed a lot younger, and then the girl, whose sticky red lips settled into a pout.

    Without another word, they ducked around me and headed into the tiny terminal. Charlie and I both shrugged at the same time. It was funny how we had some of the same mannerisms when we didn't spend much time together. Maybe it was genetic.

    That would explain why I didn't remember her. I do a good job of blocking painful things from my memory. I think it was new in the early sixties-or late fifties at the earliest," he admitted sheepishly.

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    Though it was January everywhere else, it was seventy-five degrees in Phoenix, and the sky was bright blue. I had on my favorite t-shirt—the Monty Python one with the swallows and the coconut that Mom got me two Christmases ago. In the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington State, a small town named Forks exists under a near-constant cover of clouds.

    It rains on this insignificant town more than any other place in the United States of America. It was from this town and its depressing gloom that my mom escaped with me when I was only a few months old. That was the year I finally started making ultimatums; these past three summers, my dad, Charlie, vacationed with me in California for two weeks instead.

    Yet somehow, I now found myself exiled to Forks for the rest of my high school education. A year and a half. Eighteen months. It felt like a prison sentence. Eighteen months, hard time. When I slammed the car door behind me, it made a sound like the clang of iron bars locking into place. Okay, just a tad melodramatic there. I have an overactive imagination, as my mom was fond of telling me. It rains on this insignificant town more than any other place in the United States of America.

    It was from this town and its depressing gloom that my mom escaped with me when I was only a few months old. That was the year I finally started making ultimatums; these past three summers, my dad, Charlie, vacationed with me in California for two weeks instead. Yet somehow, I now found myself exiled to Forks for the rest of my high school education. A year and a half. Eighteen months.

    It felt like a prison sentence. Eighteen months, hard time.

    When I slammed the car door behind me, it made a sound like the clang of iron bars locking into place. Okay, just a tad melodramatic there. I have an overactive imagination, as my mom was fond of telling me.

    And, of course, this was my choice. Self-imposed exile. I loved Phoenix. I loved the sun and the dry heat and the big, sprawling city.

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