Independent Living: Junior Year

A Twilight Fanfic

Chunks Inc.

Title: Independent Living: Junior Year

Author: YukiBrown

Disclaimer: I, Yuki, do not own anything that is part of the legal contract that makes the godly thing we call Twilight.

A/N: New Fanfic! This is all human. First attempt. Love me.

Key Points (KP): +All Human

+No Player Edward (Hate that. Don't you, too?)

+I swear I will make this as funny as I can with a plot too.

+If you have any dares, suggestions, word challenges, etcetera, email me at and I will try to include it. I want this story to be funny, happy, and amusing. Help me with this cause!!!

+Ha! Ha! I'm giving Bella a Shelby GT. My Dream Car.

Summary: The Cullens children are back, with different last names, human and thrown into an all year around boarding school. Follow them as they go through the adventures of living without parents, finding love, friendship, and themselves. What's the worst that could happen when you throw in kitchen-in dorms, no light-outs, co-ed dorms and Emmett in a bowl and mix it up? Even I'm not sure and I'm writing it.

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I used the permanent marker to scribble the content of the box in my chicken scrawl. My room was pretty much bare except some posters on my walls, the ancient computer on my desk, and the comforter on my bed. I was leaving for boarding school the next morning.

The Clunt School for Independent Living is a boarding school outside of Santa Cruz, California. They have very lenient rules from what I have seen. The Dorms were Co-ed and had a kitchen with a stove and oven. There wasn't any uniforms much less a strict dress code. No schedule light-outs or curfews either. To tell the truth the only reason my parents let me was the fact that more than 90 percent of the students get into a very good collage. Of course, your roommates are the gender as you. If that weren't the case, I would still be register at Forks high school.

Tomorrow was when we a started the sixteen hour drive from Forks, Washington to Santa Cruz, California. I planned to drive down there with Charlie. We'd sleep at a hotel that night because moving-in hours would have ended. The next day Charlie would help me unpack and move in. I'd drop him of at the airport for his flight home. School didn't even start for another three days but want to get to know the surrounding areas and the campus. This plan would insure I would still have my baby and Charlie would still get home. Renee said she would have helped me moved in but she had to stay with Phil. I didn't blame her at all. To make it up Renee said she would send a package from home every two months. I tried to talk her out of the package sending but she would not budge so I accepted it.

I carried my last box of books downstairs. I made B-Line to my cherry red with white racing strips 2007 Ford Shelby GT500 and packed the last of my things. The car was packed to capacity. There was only enough room for Charlie and me to sit and to have a little legroom.

I locked my car and walked into the house.

Charlie was already asleep because he had the first driving shift. I quickly got ready for bed and settled for bed. I was surprised at how fast sleep made my eyelids heavy. Personality I thought it would take me longer to fall asleep but I did it seven minutes after I hit my bed.

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My alarm went off on my cell phone off at off at four o'clock a.m. well before the sun came up and any sane people were up. I rubbed the reluctant sleep from my eyes but the sand leftover by the sandman did not want to go. I dressed in the clothes I had set out the previous night. I wasn't sure what I as wearing but had to look better then what I would have ended up wearing if I had picked out my outfit now.

I was not a morning person.

My feet dragged as I walked down the stairs. Charlie was in the kitchen bright, happy, and drinking coffee.

"Morning kiddo," said Charlie. No one should be this cheery in the morning. It should be illegal but then Charlie is the trusted and respected police chief of Forks. "You ready to get on the road?"

I gave him a well-mustered glare and poured myself a cup of coffee with a boatload of cream and sugar. Normally wouldn't have resorted to drinking any caffeine but desperate measures call for the most legal and used drug out there.

After polishing of three mugs of creamy, sugary heaven, I was buzzing and wide wake with caffeine.

It was a matter of time before I crashed.

Therefore, I took over the first driving shift from Charlie saying something along the lines he could sleep more or something. And we were off to Santa Cruz in the one of sunniest states on the west coast.

I looked around the main street of Forks some people lined up waving as the Chief's daughter left for boarding school. I think I was the first one in the history of the town.

I let out a sigh a soon as we hit the interstate. This road trip had officially stated.