"Mom, it's so cold." I said.

"Oh, sweetie. You were born there. You'll get used to it."

"Dad," I whined. "Why are we moving?"

"Humph." Charlie said gruffly, trying to read the map. He didn't seem to hear me.

It was my mom who answered. "You know that if we move back to Forks, we'll get better lives! Don't you want your own bathroom?"

"No." I said stubbornly. I usually wasn't this whiny. But for some reason, Renée had been looking for a job in Washington—cold, rainy Washington— with a bachelor in medicine. The time finally came when—apparently, coincidently— she got a letter saying she was to get a good paying job in Forks, my hometown.

"You'll fit right in." Charlie muttered, turning the map again.

"Ugh." I leaned back and looked out the window. The blue skies. The low mountains. The shrubbery. The heat. I'll miss this.

I had friends too. But with Facebook, I won't be missing them. It'll be like they were never gone.

"YOU ARE NOW LEAVING ARIZONA." A huge road sign informed us.

I groaned. I opened my backseat window. The wind blew and made a messy brown cape out of my hair. The wind was powerful, but somehow gentle, and very warm. I smiled.

"Yay! This is going to be great, honey!" Renée laughed. I could see her spiky hair on her head go up and down from her chuckling.

"Yep." Charlie said, finally coming to peace with the map.

My face fell and I leaned down and closed me eyes shut tight. This couldn't be happening.