PROLOGUE:

Starting Over.. All Over Again

For as long as I can remember,my mom's been addicted to adventure and romance. This wouldn't be a bad thing if I didn't hate moving so much.. I think before I was 5, we'd lived in at least 10 of the 50 states.. Now that I'm 16, I can say we've lived in all 50 states and if my mom had her way, we'd probably have a passport full of stamps.

And I've honestly hated every single second of it. I mean, can you honestly blame me? I'd come home and find a U Haul out front of our house/apartment building, etc, and I'd get this knot in my stomach.. Because I knew that it meant I'd have to leave again, I'd have to say goodbye to friends I've made, I'd have to put off dances or slumber parties I got invited to.

Somewhere around the age of 13 I think, when she made me leave behind a dog that I really, really loved, and several really good friends, I just started accepting it and decided that there wasn't anything I could do about moving.. I could, however, stop letting myself get attached to people, stop making plans for the future, stop looking forward to one day hearing her say "We're never going to move again." and actually meaning it.

Since then, I've still honestly hated it, but I've gotten sort of used to it, I can kind of anticipate it now when it's going to happen.

At least I thought I could..

This last time though, she stayed longer.. We were working on our third year in New York when it happened, again.. I was slowly letting my guard down, I was letting myself get comfortable. My mom wasn't dating anyone, but she was working and she seemed really happy with life. She wasn't constantly planning our 'next big adventure'. Our apartment finally felt like home.

I was involved in cheerleading, I had a ton of awesome and amazing friends, I had the normal teenage life I'd been craving for so long.. And while I was at cheerleading camp over the summer, thinking stupidly that I wasn't going to have to leave behind everything when I returned home, my mother reconnected with an old boyfriend in her old hometown, Forks.

You can guess what happened after that..

Suffice to say, here I am, and this time? I'm not getting attached to anything. I don't care what my mother says, I'm not going to believe it until she shows me that we're done with the moving, she's done with the 'adventures'.

Because I sure as hell am. And if she thinks I'm gonna make this move easy for her? Nope, not gonna happen. Because not only am I having to deal with being the new girl, I also have to deal with Charlie's daughter Bella.

What I wasn't counting on was not being able to keep myself from getting close to anyone. I wasn't counting on liking the damn town so much. I wasn't expecting to like this new guy in my mom's life as much as I did, and I damn sure wasn't counting on actually finding a guy I might not want to just walk away from when this all inevitably blew up in my mother's face, if and when that happened.

But yeah, that's exactly what wound up happening. This is more or less just how it happened, my own little crazy story.