A/N: Hey, so this is a story that I'm rewriting and reworking. I haven't worked on it in so long and my writing style has changed a lot, so I hope you all still enjoy it!

Washington was bleak.

That's the first thing I noticed when the plane landed in Seattle. Well, I thought it when I first found out that I was moving from Long Beach, California to some teeny little town in Washington state, but sitting in the passenger seat, watching the rain patter onto the windshield while we drove away from the only civilization for miles, the thought reasserted itself.

"I know this isn't what you wanted, sweetheart," my Aunt Sarah said from the drivers side of the car. I sighed and peered her. "And I know it's not what your mom or your sister wanted either. But this isn't forever. They'll sort out your mom's will and you'll be back home before you know it."

"Yeah," I sighed, sitting back in the seat. "I just… I miss her."

"I know you do Janey." Aunt Sarah placed her hand over mine on my knee and gave it a comforting squeeze.

The rest of the three-hour ride to Forks, Washington was spent in relative silence. We stopped about halfway to grab something to eat and stretch our legs, but other than that it was non-stop driving and listening to music.

When we reached Aunt Sarah's house – a cozy one-story home in a little copse of woods just outside of town – she helped me bring my bags in and left me alone to "get settled". The first thing I did was grab my phone out of my pocket and text my sister.

J: Hey, made it to Auntie Sarah's place okay

I dropped down onto the mattress and tossed my phone to the head of the bed by my pillow. I had to give it to her, Aunt Sarah knew how to decorate a guest room. It was bright despite the house being surrounded by tall trees. The walls were a light lilac colour with the baseboards and crown moulding pained white. The furniture, which consisted of a bed, side table, and a dresser, were all a deep brown. There was a picture window on the far wall covered by a pair of white, lacy curtains that would have let some of the sun in. If there ever was any sun, anyway.

I missed the sun already. This place was so dreary and overcast, I didn't understand how anyone could stand it without getting a vitamin-D deficiency.

I missed the warmth; the warm ocean breeze, the sun warmed sand under my toes. I missed home.

I missed Mom.

But Mom wasn't coming back, and I was stuck over a thousand miles from home for the foreseeable future.

I flopped back on my new bed and stared up at the ceiling. When my phone buzzed I grabbed it, unlocking it quickly before holding it above my head.

S: I'm glad you got there safe

S: Just remember this isn't forever

S: I miss you, Jay-Jay

I sighed, tapping out a reply.

J: miss you too Sam-Sam

After that I locked my phone and let my hand drop to the side.

I can get through this, I thought. I have to get through this.