If We Were Human

They were the perfect family; they had everything and I couldn't force myself to stick around any longer. I excused myself, making something up about my dad wanting me home early. I left the house, walking instead of phasing. It was a usual dreary, almost-raining day here in Forks, portraying my feelings perfectly. I walked through the woods, towards the boundary line. There was someone I had to talk to.

[an ; this may not make any sense to you unless you're part of the pack.]