Post by Cadi Lynn on Feb 18, 2009 21:33:24 GMT -5
Cadi glanced at the Forks town map posted in the sheriff's office. She checked to see what time it was on her sleek purple cell phone, then quickly placed it back into her black and white zebra print purse. She popped her gum and stolled out into the street, over to her Mecedes-Benz and hopped in. Ever so humanly, she backed out of the parking lot and headed north to the Cullen residence. The trees flashed by in blurs of green and brown and began to bore her. She turned on some classics from Bach and hummed to the calming piano music.
Not long after leaving the police staion, she arrived at a smooth, narrow driveway leading deep into the woods. She reached the spacious house and parked behind the line of other expensive cars. Glancing once in her car mirror, then she was up the porch steps and knocking on the door. They would have already heard me, but it's polite. Cadi heard clear, distinct footsteps coming toward the door.
Not long after leaving the police staion, she arrived at a smooth, narrow driveway leading deep into the woods. She reached the spacious house and parked behind the line of other expensive cars. Glancing once in her car mirror, then she was up the porch steps and knocking on the door. They would have already heard me, but it's polite. Cadi heard clear, distinct footsteps coming toward the door.
