It's 9:13 AM exactly on a Sunday morning and instead of sleeping in, I'm sitting in a cab going to some place called Forks. The cab driver is annoying the crap out of me, he's probably a 50 something weirdo who still thinks he's got it. He's actually trying to hit on me. The worst part is I've been in this cab since 5 AM. Ok well I guess I'll tell you a little about me I'm 16 with shoulder length black hair and pale skin. I have been dubbed the freak of the family because of my skin, but it's not my fault that I don't tan easily. Oh but I also listen to bands like the used, mindless self indulgence, my chemical romance. So anyway about me going to Forks well you see my parents hate me and they were just looking for any reason to make me leave. Well anyway you see my sister A.K.A the good child was out getting high with her friends and I went to go get her well my parents came home early and she was still high. I was the one who got yelled at and they kicked me out they said that I tricked her or something into doing this and they said they never want to see me again. Not that I care I hated them anyway, but after they stopped yelling at me my sister came upstairs while I was packing and apologized and said that they were being complete assholes and it wasn't my fault. I just turned to look at her and I said "Well tell that to them, but they won't believe you because they only hear what they want to hear and that's that I'm a stoner, I tricked my sister, and I'm finally leaving." Now I'm in this cab just waiting to finally get to Forks to meet with some guy named Charlie Swan he's apparently one of my dad's ex friends and was happy to take me from that shit hole. He said he had a daughter like a year older than me so this should be fun I think. Well I finally see a sign that says welcome to Forks maybe I can finally not be the freak of the family. My parents the or now the A-holes said as soon as I get to Forks I will not be a part of this family and they will send adoption papers to him as soon as they can. My fathers last words to me were exactly "Let's see if he can handle you and if he can't F him because he can't give you back. We're finally rid of you let's keep it that way." Not really loving words from the person who raised you, but they weren't the best parents anyway, but my mom just said "Get lost and don't come back." That's the shit I had to deal with everyday. Well I finally reached a house let's see where this takes me hopefully somewhere better.