

Twilight R E W R I T T E Noo1. M o v i n g D a yTwilight R E W R I T T E N
My mother drove me down to the airport, windows rolled down uncharacteristically. It was at least seventy-five degrees in Phoenix; the sky was my favorite cloudless blue mismatching my demeanor. I had already forgotten what I was wearing at the time. My eyes were glued to the passing trees and buildings, just barely whispering my goodbyes to them through my lips.
In the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington State, a small town called Forks exists under an infinite cover of clouds. It rains in this little town more than any other