It was one of the most exhilarating times of my life.

And considering my indoor attitude there weren't many moments as beautiful as this.

I could feel the slow motion of a car driving at a speed chosen for a highway.

My head was rested uncomfortable but manageable against the door.

The window in front of me in shotgun rolled down wind whipping against my face.

Hot sun against my skin gave a warm feeling and the passing of desert and blue sky seemed familiar.

I couldn't remember much which slightly scared me.

I was in a normal outfit.

A lace tank, checkered unbuttoned shirt, jeans, and sandels.

My hair was pulled into the normal ponytail.

What was different was this was a red mustang with the top up.

My parents owned a silver Toyota.

Yet who were my parents.

I could remember them but then I could remember the summers with Charlie and the endlessly adventurous days with Renee or as I referred to them dad and mom.

And then there was the realization of Bella.

My sister.

I had a little sister not a big sister.

I was in Twilight.

Jesus Chr-sorry-Pickles.