BPOV

Ugh. I'm moving to Forks. A small, cramped, rainy town. I'm staying at Charlie's. A small, cramped, messy house. I'm used to Phoenix. A hot, dry, big city. I loved my mom's place. A big, fancy, expensive mansion. This kind of small-town, small-house life isn't exactly my kind of thing. But my mom wanted time with Phil, so I put on a brave face and moved in with Charlie. My mom saw through me a bit, and knew how hard this was for me, so she promised me that my credit cards would still work until I was 21. 21 is sorta the get-a-job-and-your-own-income stage in my family. Phil is a major-league baseball player, and is used in a lot of the team's publicity, so they have a few extra million dollars laying around, and they don't use it all, so they let me use it too. Money's no object for us.

But of course that doesn't mean I get to be a spoiled brat about it. I grew up in a small house to begin with, and learned my manners before Phil came into our lives, and was introduced to the wonderful world of money and fashion. Many rich people think they're above everyone else, but not me. I'm a real person, not some fake bimbo who uses others. I don't mean to sound cocky, but I'm a good girl. Which is why I didn't complain about moving in with Charlie. (A/N: Look, she sounds really self-centered here, but I had to add that in to describe how down to earth she is for someone who's so rich.)

Honestly, it wasn't really THAT bad. Things could be worse. I hadn't spent much time with Charlie before, and although he wasn't the most interesting person out there, it would be good to be with him a bit. The only things that really were thorns in my side about Forks were Derek and Tipper.

Derek is my brother. He's three years older than me, but it doesn't really matter to us. He's my best friend, and we spent tons of time together in Phoenix. He bought me my car, he bought me a star (yes, a star in the sky!), and then last year he bought be an acre on Mars. He says it's for if the world explodes. Derek was the person I would miss the most. I haven't spent this much time away from him, and it's not gonna be fun. I was also really going miss Tipper. Tipper is my little pomeranian. I'm extremely attached to the little guy, he's a year and a half, and in that time, I trained him all these cool tricks. He's a therapy dog, and participates in doggy dancing. (A/N: Yes, doggy dancing is real!!!) Much to my dismay, I couldn't bring him, because there would be too much change, and not enough time for me to care for him.