Twilight Inspired

Chapter One

A sleek, silver sedan drove down the winding country rode, a sign reading, as they passed, that Travers Country was a mere one hundred and seventy-five kilometers away. In the back of the sedan were two teenagers, a boy and a girl. The boy had a grin on his face while the girl say sullenly, anger flashing in her dark, turquoise eyes. At the sight of the sign, she burst out furiously, "Goddamnit! What the fuck is wrong with you people?!"
"Language, Cecelia." Her mother, Georgina, interrupted. But Cecelia continued her ranting despite the fact that someone had spoken."Moving to the fuckin' Olympic Peninsula? It's in the goddamn middle of nowhere!" She was seething now, clearly on a roll. "We had it perfect in Chicago! You both had great jobs, and I was at the top of my class!" Her brother, Dan, reached across and placed his hand over her mouth, muffling whatever she was about to yell about next. They'd all heard her arguments time and time again since the announcement of their move. "Shut it, Cece, will ya?" He asked, shaking his head in agitation.

"Don't call me Cece!" She roared, jabbing him in the ribs with her elbow.
Her father turned in the passenger seat up front to stare at her. "Cecelia, what's gotten into you?" He asked, his kind, navy eyes clouding over in confusion. Almost instantly, she quieted. "Nothing. Sorry." She muttered the words, crossing her arms over her chest and staring out the window, where a heavy rain fell on the fields they were passing.

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When they arrived at the house, the movers had already placed the furniture into their designated places, all according to the blueprints and design plan drawn up by Mr. and Mrs. Grante.
Cecelia walked through the huge house, which resembled a mansion, to locate where in this huge monstrosity her room was. She finally found it near the back of the house on the second floor ; it was painted already, the color a rich gold that complimented the dark wood of the floor beautifully. Across from the door was a bay window, accented with a window seat that was upholstered in a brown silk. She smirked when she saw the huge oak tree right outside her window -- it was perfect for climbing with plenty of strong limbs and foot holds. Near the window was her four poster canopy bed, which had curtains of a light, golden brown silk, black silk sheets and a velvet, wine red comforter ; adorning the bed were satin pillows, on which there was a striped pattern using all the colors in the room as a color palate. Across from the bed was a large closet, although it was not a walk in closet, but rather a rotating closet. Cecilia frowned slightly, not being partial to rotating closets, but with a shrug, she realized it would just have to do. At the last remaining wall, her desk was set up, her laptop placed carefully on the top, in the center.
Looking around the room, her eyes would glint with approval. "Nice." She uttered the words allowed before dragging her three suitcases into her room. The rest of her afternoon would be dedicated to organizing her outfits in the rotary closet.
Matthew's room was quite similar, however the color palate was done in rich greens, blues and browns. Their parents room was twice the size of Cecelia's and designed in royal blues and purples, it being almost stereotypically the colors of a master bedroom.
Once Cecelia had finished unpacking, she slid her suitcases under her bed, then sat down at her desk, opening her laptop. Clicking on the icon for LimeWire, she instantly clicked on the library of music she had and selected one of the few play lists that were there -- one for each mood. Instantly, angry classical music blared from her speakers as she stood and slammed her bedroom door, locking it before flopping down on her bed resembling a rag doll, only to stare listlessly at the wall as the music blared through the tiny laptop speakers.