'Bella, get down here!' The coarse, throaty voice of my step-dad floated up the stairs and seemed to penetrate the door which I had slammed shut after my fit. When would he learn? I was not a girl to be reasoned with, and I was probably the only girl proud to say that I was incredibly stubborn. Time, after time, after time, he had tried to make me do things his way, but to no avail.

My name is Bella Swan; about a year ago, my mother was killed in a freak lorry accident, leaving me to grow up with my loser step-dad Brian, and his new lady Caroline. I knew that the accident couldn't have been prevented, but I still felt a little resentment towards my mother, who had left no plan for me and instead of being with an adoptive family who adored me, I was stuck with a manger of a log – hauler firm, and an ex-playboy bunny. Yes, ex-playboy bunny, dear God.

'Bella I'm warning you, if I have to come up there, you're going to know about it!' Know about what? I already knew much, much more than that miserable man, so what on Earth could he tell me. I had once said this to his face, and watched in amusement as his faced turned blackberry-purple. It was pretty hilarious. Chuckling at the memory, I placed my shiny, sliver gun back down on the bed, and headed towards the door.

Going back to the accident, when the lorry came, I jumped out the way so fast that it was impossible for a reflex to have caused it. Anyway, some men had been watching, and took me away to a special room that was controlled by the military. Long story short, they thought I was a valuable asset to them, and I'm now working for the government as a spy; pretty cool huh? I bet Caroline and Brian would be a lot nicer to me if they knew that I could blast them to smithereens and not get into trouble for it. Or that I had billions of dollars waiting for when I hit 18. My heart skipped a beat as I thought "only two more years to go".

I reached the top if the stairs and sighed. If I was such an important military figurine, how I the hell did I end up being pushed around by my snobby step-parents? I don't know why I bothered asking myself anymore, I had asked the questions countless times as I lay on my bed, crying myself to sleep. Pretty miserable for someone who could hack into a defense grid in her sleep.

As I descended down the stairs, I couldn't help but glare at the walls. Sounds mad I know, but ever since Caroline had moved in, the whole house had gone under a bunny makeover. Everything was pink, lilac or cream, and lots of the furniture and accessories were fluffy. Before she had moved in, my mom and I had lived here, and it was pretty much the coolest place to live on the planet. There were abstract prints everywhere, and women's rights posters hanging all over the deep blue walls. Ever since she had taken over, the place had turned into some sort of bunny haven. I had forbidden her to touch my room, and, so far, she had kept her word never to set foot in there. I shuddered to think what would happen if she found half the stuff in there.

'It's about time; we thought you'd fallen out of the window or something!' Caroline laughed, high and fake-like. I grimaced back, she had to be the most annoying person on the planet, and if she wasn't, I would rather I did fall out of the window than meet them.

They stood leaning against the couch; Brian was a tall guy, around 6 foot; he wore his usual suit that he had on at the office – black with grey pinstripes; he had short, curly brown hair which stuck to his head in an unattractive way; he had cold, slate-gray eyes which bore into my face as I entered the room. He was a loud man, often breaking things then yelling about it. I knew he didn't love Caroline as much as he should, but that's not my argument.

Caroline was wearing a long pink dressing gown with lacy tassels at the end. No doubt merchandise form her playboy-bunny days; she was around 5"6, but wore heeled slippers that made her look even taller; she had long, curly blonde hair, which she washed and treated every day; her eyes were a sparkling shade of blue, which were very entrancing. She was pretty much an air-head, she couldn't be taught, and the only math she knew was store credit.

Both of them were giving me strange looks, like they thought I was going to explode for the second time that evening. But who could blame me, I mean, the news hadn't exactly been the best I'd ever heard, and I'd heard a lot of bad news.

'Are you feeling better now sweetheart? I expect that a little lay down did you the world of good. Anyway, aren't you excited?! I mean, a whole new start, not to mention who's going to be there!' she gushed in her ridiculously high, girly voice. Wait, what did she mean by "who's going to be there"?

'What are you talking about?' I asked, puzzled. Come to think of it, I probably sounded like Caroline had done when she was in that teaching seminar last month. I had almost fallen off my chair laughing when it happened; she had tried to train as a teacher, but had no idea what the word 'consistency' meant. It was so hilarious; she had been kicked off the course on the first day.

'When you wipe that smirk off your face I might tell you what she meant' Brain said sharply, wrapping his arm tenderly around the bunny. I instantly wiped the smile away with the back of my hand – this didn't amuse him in the slightest.

'Hilarious Bella, anyway, do you want to know or not?' okay, he was seriously pissed off now. Good.

'Fire away Brian'

He raised his eyebrows at the use of his first name – which he always did – but nevertheless carried on.

'Well, before you stomped off to your room in a huff, I was trying to tell you that your brother and father live in the town we're moving to.' They both braced themselves, wary of my reaction; and they were right to.

I felt my jaw drop and my knees start to shake. I ran to my room before they had a chance to say anymore. Earlier on in the day, they had sprung it on me that we were moving away to some place up north with the step-losers new job. I could barely believe my ears, I mean, leaving behind my beautiful New York City apartment for some place up north? It wasn't right, not at all.

The blood pounded in my ears as I flung myself down on my gothic-style four poster bed. I was still reeling from what they had just divulged; but imagine keeping it from me! They must have known about this for weeks, yet they still hadn't said anything to me.

My dad Charlie, and my older brother Emmett, lived in the tiny town of Forks, which was in Washington, yet still very close to the Canada border. I hadn't seen my dad or brother since I was 5, and I'm 16 now! I loved Emmett more than anyone in the world, and it hurt us both to be apart. But, when mom and dad got divorced, instead of making us constantly move between states for visits, they had agreed that my mom would take me away with her, whilst Emmett stayed up north with my dad.
All these years, I had been afraid of meeting him, after his disappearance from my life for almost 11 years. The scary thing was that, a couple of months ago, I could've sworn I saw Emmett when I was out on a mission in Seattle. What frightened me even more was the fact that he seemed to recognize me. This perhaps sounds stupid, but I'm terrified of meeting them; mainly because I'm scared they're different, or if they don't like me anymore.

I had been dreading this move all day, as I had not yet told my boss what was going to happen; and there was no doubt that she would be murderously angry. But that's it isn't it? If I don't want to move, ill just call Weaver so she could make some arrangements; that is such a brilliant plan I could just scream.

I ran over to the mahogany desk in the corner and picked up my silver LG Viewty, which I had bought not 2 weeks ago. Hands shaking, I dialed the number marked under Cathy, and waited for her to answer; my luck held, and she picked up on the first ring.

'Hello?' I used to laugh at her accent, as she was a proud Scottish woman. But at that moment, her voice was very welcoming to me.

'Cathy, I need your help'

'What have you done now?' her voice had become suspicious, as though she was wondering what trouble I was going to cause her this time. Lucky me, getting the boss who suspects you've blown something up when you call for help. For all she knew, all I wanted was tea and sympathy.

'Nothing, I just need you to help me with something'

'What do you need?'

'I need you to get me out of moving away with my loser step-parents!' To my surprise, she laughed loudly in my ear; so loud that I had to hold it away in fear of my eardrum being burst open.

'Is that all?'

'I can't move away, I mean, I won't be to come to work if I'm living in Washington will I?'

I was sat on my bed ages; trying in vain to make her help me get out of moving. When I eventually stabbed the end call button a little harder than necessary, and turned over on my bed, the clock read 3:15am. I had been arguing with her for near enough 4 hours!

Rolling over again, I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them swiftly off, replacing them with a pair of black cotton shorts. I ripped the bobble out of my hair and lay back on the bed, staring morosely up at the stars on my ceiling. Tonight was the last night in my room, tomorrow I would be staring at a different ceiling, possibly miserable, and definitely unhappy.

*

Trees, dirt, rocks, and yet more trees. That's all that kept flashing past my tinted windows, as I followed Brian's old Chevy along the road which presumably led to Forks. After much arguing – mainly by me – I had been permitted to drive my black Lamborghini to my new home. My stupid stepfather reckoned I wouldn't need it, and had been trying to persuade me to sell it back in New York. But I had refused, knowing that if I let him have his way, he would think it would be that way all the time.

A large sign passed my window, and I caught a glimpse of "welcome to Forks, Washington", which was written on a wooden board and was very rain-soaked. I groaned loudly as I saw that the whole town seemed to be covered in rain-water, and that a lot of the small shops had either pictures of fish on them, or had names that I had never heard of before. In short, this place was going to kill me.

As I looked over the small shops and townsfolk in contempt, I couldn't help but wonder why my dad would ever choose to live in such a place, I mean, there was nothing here! Even if my dad somehow liked this place, I couldn't see burly Emmett wanting to live in a town like this.

As I drove down the main street – about as big as a New York alleyway – I passed a large, dirty red brick building, which had a large banner outside saying "go Spartans!" The banner indicated it was a school, but where were the 10 feet high walls? Or the metal detectors and security guards at the entrance? It was like I had fallen straight into my own personal hell – no shops, crappy school, and I would have an hours drive to get to Seattle, which was where my company was now located.

Brian's old car turned sharply left into a small street, filled with fairly large houses and neat front lawns; the sign on the corner said that it was called "Lake View Terrace".

We pulled into the biggest house at the very end which was nothing like I had expected. It had clean, reddish-brown bricks and a well kept and tidy front lawn; the frame around the front door was a deep shade of hazel, and the matching front door had a brass knocker in the middle. A large, knurled and old apple tree grew in the front garden, directly underneath a large bay window on the second floor. It was like something form the Swiss Family Robinson, and, though it was pretty, it had yet to impress me.

I climbed out of the car awkwardly; the drive had taken something like 5 hours, and headed to the trunk of my car, which Brian was already starting to open.

'Well, what do you think? Best house in town that.' he asked excitedly, gripping my waist and pulling me into a hug whilst he admired the house.

'It's... definitely not what I expected.' I couldn't help but grin back. The house was pretty nice for someplace cold and wet, and if this was the best in town, I wouldn't complain. He laughed and pulled my suitcase out of the trunk, passing it to me after making sure I was able to carry it. As I headed up the 3 steps that lead to the front door, I passed Caroline leaning against the handrail and having a fag. When she saw me, she lit another and popped it into my mouth.

'Cheers' I mumbled, my mouth clamped around the cigarette. She nodded once, and I carried on into the house, placing my bag near the stairs, as I didn't know which room was mine.

The hallway was very grand; two vases filed with red roses sat on wooden stands at both sides, and a large, back and white chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a large pool of light in the middle of the floor. The floor was made of a very expensive wood, and a blood-red carpet ran across the middle. It reminded me of something from the Adams family, except mine was much less close, and a lot more dysfunctional.

'Your bedroom is the last door on the left. But don't worry, we had a personal designer fit it, so we don't know what it looks like at all. And, before you complain, I told her you like red, black and lots of gothic accessories.' Caroline said quickly, obviously wanting me to keep out if the way whilst they christened their new bed.

I gave them a sickened smile – very hard to do with a fag in your mouth – and headed up the marble staircase (which also had a red rug) to my new bedroom. The upstairs corridor matched the one downstairs, except that this hallway had a lot more doors leading off of it.

I paused outside the last door, and then headed inside dreading what I would find. But, to my surprise, the bedroom was amazing, utterly perfect for me. Everything was black or blood-red, and the bed that dominated the eastern wall was identical to the one back in New York. I gazed around in wonder, fingering the delicate gothic artifacts that were placed here and there, and looking in the large, ornate mirror which hung over the old-fashioned fireplace on the western wall. I placed my laptop bag and my rucksack on the mahogany table, whilst dumping my large black suitcase on the floor next to my bed.

Exhausted, I flopped down on my bed and stared up at the ceiling; to my delight, Cedric Diggory's face beamed down at me from my old poster that was selotaped to my wall back in New York. I sat up and looked around the room, recognizing lots and lots of my old things from my old bedroom. My Linkin Park and Paramore posters, my photographs, my landscapes, and, as I moved around, I realized that this was in fact my actual bed, and not a replacement.

I lay back in content, realizing that I hadn't given Caroline and Brian enough credit. They had braved my temper by taking things from my old room and placing them here – I had been too distraught to notice. But, a sinking feeling in my stomach erased all of the happiness I had felt a few minutes ago. Tomorrow would be my first day at a new school, and possibly the reuniting of me and my older brother. I was suddenly extremely nervous, as all the old feelings of fear crept back, and threatened to crush me.

Part of me wanted to go over to his house now, and make sure we were reacquainted before tomorrow when we would be forced into a small building together; but the other half, the part with the scared little girl, wanted to curl up into a ball on the bed and worry over what would happen tomorrow. When it came to family, I was a complete coward, so I voted for the latter. I knew I would regret it in the morning, but honestly who cares?

Sleepy after my debate, I pulled put my headphones and stuck them in my ears, just as I heard Caroline and Brian giggling as they walked up into their bedroom. They acted as though I was 6, I mean, I knew what they were going to do I there, but I would shoot myself before I had to listen to that. Hastily, I put on a song at full blast, and tried to concentrate on the lyrics as much as possible.

It starts with,

One thing, I don't know why

It doesn't even matter how hard you try

Keep that in mind as I designed this rhyme

To explain in due time

But what if I blow it? I mean Emmett might not even want to know me, he might just think I'm a stupid kid that he doesn't want to be affiliated with. Drat, I knew I should've gone over when I could.

All I know

Time is a valuable thing

Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings

Watch it count down to the end of the day

The clock ticks life away

Oh God, even with the volume turned right up, I can still hear Brian and Caroline in the next room! Why is this happening to me seriously? Frustrated, and somewhat disgusted, I concentrated on the lyrics even harder.

It's so unreal

Didn't look out below

Watch the time go right out the window

Trying to hold on, but didn't even know

Or wasted it all just to watch you go

I've just had another thought; I don't even know the passwords to get into the new office in Seattle. What if they think I'm a spy from another service and shoot me? Oh my God, this move is seriously starting to affect my mental health.

I kept everything inside

And even though I tried it all fell apart

What it meant to me will eventually be

A memory of a time when

I tried so hard and got so far

But in the end it doesn't even matter

I had to fall to lose it all

But in the end it doesn't even matter

Sometime during my efforts of blocking out the noises from the next bedroom, I fell into a deep and dreamless sleep, still panicking about what the next day would hold.