Chapter one- The move

Hey! I'm incredibly hyper and I have NO CLUE WHY! Whaaaaatever. This is my first Fan Fiction, so review or, -pulls out an Uzi- I'll be forced to introduce you to my little friend!

-Puts on a scarily bipolar beaming smile- Have a great day/night/morning and enjoy!!!!

Disclaimer: Obviously, I'm not Stephanie Meyer, because I'M A GUY! Thus, all of thecharacters besides Samantha and Heather are hers.

Hi, I'm Samantha, and I hate moving. It's so depressing. Not that It's hard to readjust, I make friends ok, it's just loosing the friends I already have. The one time I don't regret moving was the time my mom Heather and I left my looser of a dad 6 years ago. He was a great dad all up until he decided to hit the bar with some buddies after work one day. He was a fully blown drunk within a month.

I don't know how my mom endured the year of beatings and slanderings she did before she finally gave up. That was the one time I actually felt good moving.

But oh, the awful tragedy of incredible job offers. I can't blame her though. She didn't work at all before we left my dad, and within a year was a law inforcer in New York trying to prevent creeps like my dad from hurting anyone else. Now she got offered the spot as deputy sherrif for a tiny little town called Forks in Washington state.

So here I am, sitting listening to the fuzz of a satelite radio that can't penetrate the incredibly gloomy rain clouds of the wonderfully nasty Olympic Peninsula. I've seen plenty of rain clouds in my life, but Lord! I didn't think clouds could look so dang depressing! Washington didn't have much going for it yet.

Review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!